Chapter 683 A coincidence in the hospital, treat Mr. Ling

Ling Yichen's calm answer was exchanged for Wen Xin's faint smile, and he didn't say much.

Wen Xin wore a mask to cover most of her face, but her eyes were so bright that it made people unconsciously look at it.

When we arrived outside Mr. Ling's ward, there were many people standing in the corridor, several of whom surrounded a doctor in a white coat, as if asking about Mr. Ling's condition.

Wen Xin also stopped and wanted to listen to the doctor's evaluation. Mr. Ling's physical condition was also ready for mental preparation.

"Mr. Ling's condition is not very good. It may be because of the changes in emotions, which caused changes in cardiopulmonary function and blood supply to the brain!"

"In addition, Mr. Ling has just recovered from a serious illness, so he still needs to consider the situation of the old man. After all, he is here, and even if he fully recovers, he will not be able to reach his previous state."

The doctor said it very implicitly, but in fact, anyone who understands it can hear it. Even if Mr. Ling’s current situation has reached the end of his life, he will never recover even if he continues to withstand it.

Ling Yichen looked at Wen Xin standing by the door, raised his hand and gently pulled Wen Xin's sleeve, indicating that there was no need for Wen Xin to listen to what the doctors said, and she went in and saw that the situation was more accurate than anything else.

Wen Xin followed Ling Yichen into Mr. Ling's ward. The one who accompanied Mr. Ling in the ward happened to be Ling Xuer's father. When he saw Wen Xin, his eyes lit up unconsciously and immediately stood up to say hello to Wen Xin.

"Miss Wen..."

"Mr. Ling." Wen Xin nodded slightly to Ling Xuer's father. Although his attitude was cold, he did not feel any distant at all, as if an ordinary acquaintance was greeting him and hoped.

"Miss Wen, after lunch, my grandfather said that he was feeling a little uncomfortable. He said he was dizzy at first, but later he said he had chest tightness. We started to persuade him to come to the hospital, but he refused and said he would just take a break."

"When the housekeeper went upstairs to invite grandpa to dinner in the evening, his condition was not right, and we immediately sent him to the hospital... We haven't woken up yet."

"I'll take a look."

Wen Xin took out a disinfectant wipe from his backpack and walked to Mr. Ling's side. His white and tender fingers were placed on Mr. Ling's wrist, slowly closed his eyes, and began to take the pulse of Mr. Ling.

When Wen Xin was taking the pulse of Mr. Ling, everyone present held their breath and did not dare to disturb Wen Xin.

After about ten minutes, Wen Xin opened her eyes and took her fingers away from Mr. Ling's wrist. She stood up, picked up the backpack she threw on the sofa, took out three medical silver needles from it, and returned to Mr. Jiang's side.

"The old man did not recover after major surgery. I will prescribe a prescription later. You go to Zhuge Jingming's clinic to get medicine and ask him to make honey pills."

"Then give Mr. Ling one every day, put it under the root of his tongue and shout, "One pill a day, and in less than a week, Mr. Ling's complexion will recover significantly."

Wen Xin held the acupuncture in his hand and gently pricked the top of Mr. Ling's head and chest.

"Lady Ling may have been too much recently, causing the body's qi and blood blockage, and the situation is not that serious."

Wen Xin took out a notepad from his backpack, wrote a prescription and handed it to Ling Yichen on the side.

Ling Yichen looked at the prescription that Wen Xin gave him, and suddenly remembered what Mu Chengxi joked before, "I heard that your prescription is worth more than 100,000 yuan? I'll transfer it to you on WeChat later."

"No need, just treat it as you, please help me get Xingyue out of Tianlang for the reward."

The last time Ling Yichen brought Tan Xingyue out of the Tianlang, Wen Xin always wanted to say thank you in front of Ling Yichen, but he never had a chance. This time he just happened to thank Ling Yichen for his help.

Thinking of what he did in Tianlang that time, Ling Yichen smiled faintly, "Don't Liang Luoyu give me this favor? At that time, Liang Luoyu wanted to give me his life and beg me to bring Miss Tan out."

"He is him, I am me. If you help Tan Xingyue, I will accept your favor."

After Wen Xin said this, he smiled faintly. He couldn't control Liang Luoyu's affairs, but at that time, she would accept his favor and she would do her best to treat Mr. Ling.

Wen Xin raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was just fifteen minutes before she walked to Old Ling and took off the silver needle from Old Ling.

After about two minutes, Mr. Ling suddenly coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

"Grandpa...Dad...Are you okay?"

When the people in the ward saw that Mr. Ling had woken up, they all surrounded him. Only Ling Yichen was still standing next to the sofa, quietly watching Wen Xin who was tidying up his backpack.

"Thank you!"

"It's too polite to say this. After taking my medicine, the tonics can be completely stopped. I will tell Zhuge Jingming that Zhuge Jingming will give Mr. Ling acupuncture once a week to promote blood circulation. Grandma Mu's condition is good now, and it is half of Zhuge Jingming's contribution."

Speaking of Mrs. Mu, Ling Yichen nodded in agreement. He had seen Mrs. Mu with his own eyes at that time. Mrs. Mu could pass away at any time.

And now Mrs. Mu can recover so well, which is something that no one expected.

"With you and Mr. Zhuge treating my grandfather, I believe my grandfather can recover well."

Ling Yichen seemed to have a reassurance when he heard Wen Xin's words. He was always worried about Mr. Ling's health.

"Don't worry, the old man has a good health. You can take my prescription and go to Zhuge Jingming to make pills for two weeks. Two weeks later, I will go and take the pulse of Mr. Ling and adjust the prescription. I promise that during the New Year, Mr. Ling can play mahjong with you."

Wen Xin heard Mu Chengxi say that Mr. Ling’s biggest hobby is playing mahjong, but because he has been feeling uncomfortable in the past two years, he has not played mahjong for a long time.

Thinking of this, Wen Xin suddenly had a special idea. If he sent Mrs. Mu, Mr. Ling, Mr. Ou and Mr. Wei to the sanatorium to recuperate, it would be a very good thing to play mahjong together at that time.

"Thank you, Miss Wen."

While Ling Yichen and Wen Xin were talking, a middle-aged man who looked very resolute walked out of the crowd and walked to Wen Xin to thank Wen Xin.

Wen Xin looked at the man in front of him and was stunned for a moment, with a cold expression hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Ling Yichen.

"I'll introduce you to my father."

Wen Xin looked at the upright man in front of him and nodded slightly, "I should call him Uncle Ling..."
Chapter completed!