Zhang Cheng really wanted to go to the isolation ward to see Zhao Wushuang, but there were so many patients that he couldn't get away. What is certain is that Zhang Cheng has never been so busy. He used to run around for business and had a place to eat.
Time, now he doesn't even have time to eat. Fortunately, he can ignore eating now.
Based on his performance today, he can swear to the Virgin Mary, the mother of Jesus, and to Sakyamuni's mother, Lady Maya, that he has not wasted his thirty-five years today.
The girlfriend in the movie was dedicated to serving the country and the people, helping the sick and the wounded, but while he was rescuing the sick and healing the wounded, he was harassed by two beautiful girls one after another. The first
This girl was a little more reserved. During the treatment, she stared at Zhang Cheng with a look that was half appreciative and half affectionate. After seeing the doctor, she refused to leave and insisted on asking for Zhang Cheng's mobile phone number, saying that it was for her future health.
If you have any questions, you can call the miracle doctor, but the miracle doctor refuses to give out his phone number. Although he says that this girl looks good enough for the miracle doctor to get close to, he really doesn’t have that intention now.
The second girl was not so reserved. When Zhang Cheng felt his pulse, the girl stared directly at the miracle doctor and said: "Doctor Zhang, you are so handsome!"
"Uh... are you okay?" Zhang Cheng took a pulse and let go of the girl's wrist.
"Doctor Zhang, do you have a girlfriend?"
"You may be mentally ill!"
"Dr. Zhang, please don't talk nonsense. I'm in a normal state of mind!" The girl's big eyes widened and her pink mouth mumbled: "I'm just a little scared. I'm afraid that I might be infected with the virus!"
"Fear is a mental illness and it needs to be cured."
"How to treat..."
"Usually do something that interests you to divert your attention..."
"Is it okay to fall in love?"
"Can."
"Ah..." the girl exclaimed in surprise, then her face wrinkled: "But I can't find a boyfriend..."
"Let's go see Lily!" Zhang Cheng glanced at her and shouted directly: "The next one."
The girl hesitated, rolled her eyes at Zhang Cheng, then snorted, and reluctantly left the ward.
Zhang Cheng didn't get off work until after six o'clock that day. After get off work, he took out his mobile phone and found three text messages, all from Zhao Wushuang:
"Ah Cheng, I'm afraid!"
"Ah Cheng, come here and see me."
"Ah Cheng, don't come over here, don't get infected by me."
After reading the text message, Zhang Cheng felt his nose was sore. He carried the bottle of immortal wine and walked to the isolation room where Zhao Wushuang was. When he arrived, Zhang Cheng put on protective clothing and a mask as required.
The whole person was wrapped like a brown rice.
Come to the isolation ward.
Zhao Wushuang was wearing a striped hospital gown, a mask, and an intravenous drip. He was lying alone on the bed. There was a large oxygen bottle at the head of the bed. The room was not big, but it was very quiet. In this environment, he was lying alone.
There, let alone a patient, even if you are not sick, you have to suppress your illness.
Zhang Cheng walked to the bed and heard the sound of footsteps. Zhao Wushuang opened his eyes and saw Zhang Cheng appearing in front of him. He thought it was an illusion. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and found that everything in front of him was real. His eyes were neutral and clear.
Expressing surprise and excitement, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to Zhang Cheng.
At this moment, she was completely moved by Zhang Cheng.
Since she entered the isolation room, except for her mother who visited her once, no one has visited her. Those friends and relatives who are usually very kind to her have not even called her, not to mention coming to the hospital.
And Zhang Cheng, despite the danger, came to the isolation room in person and came to her side...
Zhang Cheng held her hand, helped her sit up, and put a quilt behind her for her to lean on: "Wushuang, I'm so sorry, there are too many patients, I can't leave at all..."
Zhao Wushuang lay down halfway and turned his eyes to Zhang Cheng, with tears in his beautiful eyes. He nodded and said: "I know, I know...A Cheng, I don't blame you, but A Cheng, sit down for a while and then leave here quickly.
Don’t get infected…”
"I'm not afraid." Zhang Cheng shook his head, held her little hand tightly, and said firmly: "I'm here to treat you."
When Zhao Wushuang heard this, her body visibly trembled, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes. However, the look of surprise in her eyes soon dimmed. Medical scientists all over the world are now unable to do anything about the h4n5 influenza virus. What can Zhang Cheng do?
Take Zhang Cheng's words as a word of comfort.
Zhang Cheng saw the change in Zhao Wushuang's expression and knew in his heart that she didn't believe him. After all, what he said was a bit shocking. Seeing this, Zhang Cheng said seriously: "You may not dare to believe it.
But it doesn’t matter, I’m really here to treat you today.”
Zhang Cheng lifted the bottle containing the wine and showed it to Zhao Wushuang: "This is the medicinal wine I just brewed, called the Immortal Life-Taking Wine..."
"The Immortal Life-Sustaining Wine..." Zhao Wushuang stared at the bottle containing the medicinal wine, her beautiful eyes lit up. She felt that the name of the medicinal wine was really cliché, a bit like a TV plot, so she was just doubtful about it.
Zhang Cheng knew that Zhao Wushuang would not believe it easily, so he added: "Have you heard of Maka?"
Zhao Wushuang's eyes flashed and he said: "Maca, I've heard of it, is a rare immune drug, it seems to come from Peru...it just passed the drug test..."
"That's right, this kind of medicine is called Maca abroad. Overseas, it is called the Immortal Life-receiving Grass by Taoists." Zhang Cheng explained slowly: "The bottle of medicinal wine in my hand is made from the Immortal Life-receiving Grass.
It’s brewed from maca. Of course, there’s more than just maca in this medicinal wine.
There are three kinds of ingredients, as well as nearly a dozen kinds of Chinese herbal medicine. It is a recipe that has been refined by famous Taoist doctors for generations... However, the loss of prescriptions has resulted in the Shenxian Mingming Wine always having a prescription but no medicine, and this one in my hand
A bottle of medicated wine is the first brew of the immortal wine that comes out..."
Hearing this, the light of hope rose in Zhao Wu's eyes again, and he couldn't help but ask: "Ah Cheng, can this medicinal wine really get rid of the H4N5 virus?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Cheng shook his head and said: "That's not possible. This medicinal wine can maximize the body's immunity and give you enough strength to fight the virus. To completely cure your disease, you must use Taoist medicine."
The oldest set of massage techniques..."
"Massage?" Zhao Wushuang immediately looked surprised. Massage can cure many diseases, but he has never heard that it can cure influenza viruses, let alone a new type of influenza virus that cannot be controlled by drugs. He couldn't help but stare.
Xiang Zhangcheng saw that he was not joking, and now was not the time to joke, so he couldn't help but ask: "Massage can cure this, isn't this impossible?!"
Seeing that Zhao Wushuang couldn't believe it, Zhang Cheng changed his tactics again: "It is true that massaging cannot cure you completely, but what if I massage you with the Immortal Life-giving Wine?"
"ah……"
Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed and he avoided Zhang Cheng's gaze: "Press, massage~where are you massaging?"
Zhang Cheng didn't answer, but asked: "Where do you feel pain now?"
Zhao Wushuang coughed and said: "When I cough, my chest feels tight and there is a slight pain..."
"That's right, just massage the painful area." Zhang Cheng said simply.
Hearing this, Zhao Wushuang's face, as pale as a pear blossom, could not help but blush. Her breasts had never been touched by anyone except herself, not even her best friend. Now,
This guy said he wanted to massage her chest. He was surprised and at the same time couldn't help feeling shy. He lowered his eyelids and said weakly, "Do you want to massage her through her clothes?"
Zhang Cheng didn't answer but asked: "Can the medicine penetrate into the skin by massaging it through clothes?"
"Then..." Zhao Wushuang was speechless. She was looking forward to it but also ashamed. She was really afraid to accept it when a man massaged that place. But fortunately, she still liked the man in front of her. She just wanted to
She promised it herself, but she really couldn't say it.
Zhang Cheng knew that Zhao Wushuang had already agreed in his heart, but on the surface he was still reserved, with a sly smile on his face and said: "If you don't speak, you are acquiescing!"
Zhao Wushuang's pretty face grew hotter and hotter, and even her eyelids turned red. When she heard this, she turned her head and nodded gently.
Seeing Zhao Wushuang's agreement, Zhang Cheng couldn't wait to reach out his hands to unbutton the chest buttons of Zhao Wushuang's hospital clothes. Before his hands could touch the buttons, Zhao Wushuang's chest had risen sharply, and his chest straightened.