Nuolan didn't expect Zhang Yan to come to see him in person. He was holding the umbrella he gave him yesterday in his hand, and carrying a few pairs of Chinese medicine on his other hand, led by his father to come to the main hall.

"Daughter, why did you get a cold again?" Nuolan's father said kindly. His tone could tell his spoiling towards Nuolan just from his tone.

"Father, I'm fine." As soon as Nuolan finished speaking, a dry cough came out. He looked at Zhang Yan standing beside his father and asked tenderly: "Zhang Yan, why are you here?"

Looking at Nuolan's pale expression, Zhang Yan felt that she was ill. When he heard Nuolan's question, he replied with a smile: "Sister Nuolan, I will go to the clinic to deliver umbrellas to you today. Where did Grandpa Liu know that you are sick? Let's see you."

Standing beside Zhang Yan, Nuolan's father looked at his daughter in confusion, and was curious about what the relationship between Nuolan and the handsome boy in front of him, how could he give his umbrella to him, but yesterday she herself returned home in the heavy rain.

"You guys talk, I'll go cook." Nuolan's father didn't want to disturb the conversation between the two. When he was about to leave, Zhang Yan called him.

"Uncle, this is the decoction I grabbed for Nuolan. Go and help her decoct it!" As he said this, he handed the Chinese medicine in his hand to Nuolan's father. Nuolan's father also took it without hesitation and said thank you and returned to the kitchen.

After his father left, Nuolan called Zhang Yan to his bedside.

The main hall is relatively simple. Nuolan and his parents each occupy one of three small rooms. In the middle is the main hall. On the wall is an ancient painting of unknown age, a base table, an eight-immortal table, and a four-bedroom small table. There are several small benches next to it. Nuolan is located in a room separated from the main hall by two large wardrobes. A single bed is placed inside. Although the bedding on the bed is simple, it is very clean. You can tell at a glance that it is a girl's bedroom.

Nuolan called Zhang Yan to sit by the bed, took off his sandals and entrenched in the quilt, with a pale face and hoarse voice. It seemed that he was a little uncomfortable to be tortured by the disease. Seeing Nuolan like this, Zhang Yan felt pity for this, it was all his fault. If someone came back alone yesterday, he might not have been wet by the rain and had a cold.

"Zhang Yan, thank you for sending me back yesterday." Nuolan suddenly interrupted Zhang Yan's thoughts.

"No, no, it's all my fault. Otherwise, you won't have a serious cold. But don't worry, I've taken you two days of medicine and will be cured after taking it. By the way, this is the money you want, and I'll bring it to you today." After that, Zhang Yan put a brand new stack of 100-dollar bills from his arms.

"Nuolan, this is ten thousand yuan, you just need it."

Nuolan was originally a joke, and she didn't think Zhang Yan would have so much money. But when Zhang Yan talked about the brand new hundred-dollar bill in front of her, she realized that the young man sitting opposite her was really willing to help her from the bottom of his heart, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.

"Zhang Yan, thank you for your help."

"Don't say so much. Have a cold, talk less and have more rest. If you don't have enough money, go to me. I will do my best to help you and let you find your true love."

Zhang Yan felt happy. As long as Nuolan broke off the engagement, he could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he could still hold the beauty back then. He was a little excited when he thought about it. He noticed the gratitude look on Nuolan's face and felt even more proud. It seemed that it was easier to do things with money. If this were the past, let alone 10,000, even 100 Zhang Yan would not be able to take it out. Money was definitely a magical tool for picking up girls.

Just as the two were talking, Nuolan's father brought the boiled medicine in. At first glance, he saw a stack of brand new hundred-dollar bills placed in front of Nuolan. He felt even more confused. Nuolan seemed to notice his father's strangeness and quickly put the bills in front of him into his bed.

"Nuolan, hurry up and drink the medicine!"

"Father, let it go first!"

"Well, you continue chatting, remember to drink it while it's hot." Nuolan's father put the medicine on the table beside the bed, greeted Zhang Yan, and left with a smile.

"Your father is not bad to you! It seems that your family is also very happy." Zhang Yan asked with a smile, and he was also puzzled by this. Why did such a family life be so bad?

"Well, my father is a good person. Since my mother suffered a strange disease more than ten years ago, since then, my father has been at home to take care of my mother and me, otherwise his life would not have been so bad." As if he saw what Zhang Yan was thinking, Nuolan explained to him.

"Strange disease? What kind of strange disease?" Zhang Yan asked in confusion.

"I don't know very well, anyway, I haven't cured many doctors after seeing them."

Thinking of her mother's symptoms, Nuolan's expression became worried. He picked up the soup on the table and drank it. A trace of bitterness spread across his lips and teeth, making Nuolan frown. She used to hold back and rest for a few days when she had a cold, but she didn't plan to go to see her when she was sick. If she went to the clinic, she would probably have paid for a month's salary.

Zhang Yan sat on the side and looked at Nuolan and drank the medicine. Only then did he feel relieved that this was the medicine that Zhang Yan had configured for him. He had absolute confidence that he could definitely make Nuolan lively within two days. After a pair of medicines, Nuolan's face turned rosy.

"Zhang Yan, thank you for everything you did for me." Nuolan felt a little moved. How happy it would be if he had a boyfriend like this.

"Nuolan, you should know that I am a doctor. I want to help your mother see. Maybe it can cure your mother's illness?"

"Zhang Yan, what you said is true. Can you really cure my mother's illness?" Nuolan straightened his body with excitement, and poked his palm out and grabbed Zhang Yan's hand and asked excitedly.

Holding Nuolan's white and tender palms, Zhang Yan felt a warmth in his heart and said with a smile: "I may not be able to cure it, but I will do my best."

"Zhang Yan, please, if you cure my mother's illness, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you." Nuolan pleaded, almost kneeling down for Zhang Yan.
Chapter completed!