Wen Jiu leveled all the steps in the Ling family overnight.
Some areas were difficult to shovel, so they were coated with cement to create a slope to facilitate Ling Yehan's wheelchair entry.
The same goes for the Ling family... Ling Yehan has been paralyzed for so many years, and no one has thought of taking care of him from a young age. There is no care for the disabled at all.
She arranged all the places, big and small, before going to rest.
Exhausted, I returned to the room and collapsed on the bed again. I finally felt that I had time to take a breath.
By the way, it seems that I haven’t replied to Lu Jing yet.
Wen Jiu sent a message to Lu Jing to ask if he had slept, and the next second the video call came over.
Wen Jiu picked up the phone and saw Lu Jing sitting opposite him on the sofa, holding his dog.
Wen Jiu was lying lazily and asked him: "Are you still up so late?"
Lu Jing: "I couldn't sleep until I heard from you."
Wen Jiu thought about it and it was indeed her fault. He would never let himself wait for news. He would tell her in advance if he had to work overtime at night.
Wen Jiu: "Then I'll start tomorrow and send you a message every day after work."
"Okay." Lu Jing was very satisfied, but he also felt sorry for her working so hard, so he didn't intend to waste her time anymore, "Go to bed quickly."
But although Wen Jiu is tired now, her mind is still full of work.
As soon as things here started to take shape, I started to worry about Lin Qiao again.
She asked: "Has the conflict between Long Aotian and Lin Qiao been resolved? Has Long Aotian agreed to Lin Qiao's participation in the love show?"
Lu Ding nodded: "No problem, I gave Long Aotian an idea."
Wen Jiu: "What?"
Lu Jing: "Let him also sign up for the love show, so that he can watch Lin Qiao on the show and fall in love with her openly."
When Wen Jiu heard this, she thought about it carefully and felt no longer sleepy instantly.
Her eyes widened with excitement on her face: "The foreign mixed-race tyrant is going after the smart Buddhist girl. By then, Lin Qiao won't be so popular that she will take off! Lu Jing, you are a genius!"
Lu Jing looked at her quietly, feeling no joy at being praised, only feeling sorry for her.
He shouldn't have said that.
Now that she is so excited, it will definitely be difficult to fall asleep later.
So even if I have a lot to say, I can't delay her any longer.
He persuaded in a low voice: "It's so late, don't think about work, go to bed quickly. Finish the work early and come back early."
Wen Jiu glanced at the time and was shocked: "Oh my god, it's so late. I have to get up before five o'clock tomorrow morning. I really have to go to bed. Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
After Lu Jing hung up the video, he immediately sent a message to Chen Cheng:
"Tomorrow morning, inform your colleagues in the live broadcast department that if Wen Jiu asks them anything about work while she is away on a business trip, everyone should be polite and say no problem if she has any questions."
Let her worry less and focus on the program, so that she can at least have a good sleep every day.
…
Early the next morning, Wen Jiu got up and got into work mode.
Originally, at this time, many spectators were not up yet, so the number of people would not be large.
But today is an exception.
Because Wen Jiu had already said in the trailer that at five o'clock every morning, Gu Jiaojiao would treat Ling Yehan's paralysis with acupuncture in the Ling family garden.
So as soon as the broadcast started, Mr. T and his fans rushed into the live broadcast room to find trouble... Oh no, to experience the charm of traditional Chinese medicine.
And many Chinese medicine fans also came here, expecting Western medicine fans to be slapped in the face... Oh no, come to have a friendly exchange of Chinese and Western medicine culture.
Wen Jiu walked to the garden, found an inconspicuous corner and squatted down, pretending to trim flowers.
Not far away, Gu Jiaojiao had already pushed Ling Yehan out, unfolded the small cloth bag she had put the needles in, and began to sterilize the silver needles.
Wen Jiu glanced at the live broadcast room, and everyone was already having a friendly and animated exchange:
[Traditional Chinese medicine fan 1: Gu Jiaojiao still has something, she knows how to get up at five o'clock! Traditional Chinese medicine believes that 24 hours a day corresponds to 24 solar terms, and 5 o'clock is the awakening of insects, which is when the yang energy in the human body begins to rise, so this point
It’s best to get up.]
[Western medicine fan 1: First of all, let me state that I am not a bad person. I simply think that there is no scientific basis for getting up at five o'clock. Many of the claims of traditional Chinese medicine have no scientific basis. 】
[Traditional Chinese medicine fan 2: Traditional Chinese medicine is inherently based on dialectical thinking. This is also science, but this science is not the kind of science that novices can understand about the reactions of chemicals. Western medicine mountain pigs cannot eat fine chaff. (
Just a personal opinion, not a rant)]
[Western medicine fan 2: Haha (not sarcastic, just smiling), if Chinese medicine is not a scientist, it is unscientific, and all the ideas are vague and unverifiable. (Don’t argue, I’m right.)]
This sentence left Wen Jiu speechless.
She emphasized that fans should not quarrel, and if they quarreled, they would go to the dark room.
So now they just say one sentence to emphasize that they are not quarreling?
The smell of gunpowder is so strong, do you think that the remark is not a quarrel, an argument, or a mockery... the auditor can't see it?
Worry...
Behind a few rose bushes, Gu Jiaojiao had already begun to give Ling Yehan acupuncture.
In the morning light, the wife carefully took care of her paralyzed husband, treating his physical disabilities and soothing his inner pain.
Looking from a distance, it is really a harmonious and warm picture.
But soon, Wen Jiu realized that she was wrong.
Gu Jiaojiao took out the thickest needle and stabbed it into an acupuncture point on Ling Yehan's face.
Ling Yehan was suddenly so painful that his fingertips were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Ling Yehan's character traits are that he is taciturn in a nice way, and tough-talking in a direct way. He is the kind of domineering boss who will still speak loudly after being cremated for three days.
Gu Jiaojiao held the needle, concentrated her strength, and kept lifting it up and down.
One mention, one entry, one mention, one entry, with a more or less feeling of revenge.
Wen Jiu listened carefully and heard Gu Jiaojiao whispering through gritted teeth: "I told you not to speak up for me yesterday! I am your wife, and you just watch when I am wronged!"
But she said these words in a very small voice, so Ling Yehan didn't hear them. Even Wen Jiu reasoned and analyzed them based on the character's personality and mouth shape.
Gu Jiaojiao suddenly smiled again, without showing any hatred, and said gently: "Ye Han, if it hurts, just tell me and I will reduce the strength for you."
Ling Yehan, who was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat, took a long time to speak and squeezed out one word: "Huh..."
Gu Jiaojiao smiled: "It doesn't hurt, then I'll continue acupuncture."
As he said that, he took out a very thick needle...
Too cruel.
Wen Jiu couldn't bear to look at it, so she had to look away and look at the barrage.
[Western medicine fan 3: Traditional Chinese medicine is really a barbaric practice! It doesn’t take care of the patient’s psychology at all! (It’s not a rant, it’s a peaceful and rational discussion.)]
[Traditional Chinese medicine fan 3: Laughing to death, you Western doctors are always using knives to replace organs. Western doctors are all bloody barbarians! (I’m not complaining, I’m responding politely and reasonably.)]
After arguing for a while, I didn’t notice who started the conversation and started swearing.
[Western medicine fan n: I cao your mother! (This is not a curse, cao means calcium oxide. I just warmly remind my aunt to pay attention to calcium supplement and antioxidant.)]
[TCM fan n: Go away, silly boy! (It’s not a curse, silly boy means you are so silly and cute that you want to take a bite.)]
Wen Jiu read the explanations in parentheses for so long that she was almost brainwashed. She didn't realize that everyone had begun to use curse words.
Suddenly, a big red exclamation mark suddenly appeared on the screen.
Wen Jiu was frightened.
No, are you going to close the live broadcast room again?