Qiao Wanwan curled her lips towards him, "No, I just think Meng Xinyi is quite sad. Anyway, my medicine was given by the Meng family. Give her some dignity and let the Meng family take her back and treat her well."
Just watch."
"I know, I will arrange it, don't worry."
Zhan Jingting returned home, put Eleven on the ground, and was about to go upstairs to the study to work when he suddenly stopped and grabbed his hair in pain!
"Jing Ting!" Qiao Wanwan hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "How are you? Are you sick?"
Zhan Jingting responded painfully, "Yes."
"Hold on!" Qiao Wanwan helped her sit down and told Zheng's mother, "Go to my room quickly to get the medicine and silver needles!"
"yes!"
Zheng Ma quickly got the silver needle and medicine. Qiao Wanwan first fed Zhan Jingting a medicine and then gave him the injection.
"What's wrong?" The magic doctor with ghost hands came out of the room, "Master Zhan is ill?"
"Um."
The magic doctor with ghost hands stepped forward to feel his pulse, but said nothing.
After Qiao Wanwan finished the injection, Zhan Jingting's pale face slowly returned to normal.
"Wanwan, help Mr. Zhan back to his room to rest." The ghost-hand doctor said.
"Okay." Qiao Wanwan helped Zhan Jingting go back to his room and lie down, "It happens to be lunch break time. You should take a nap and stop thinking about work."
"Wanwan, I'm sorry." Zhan Jingting held her hand, "Now it's my turn to worry you."
"It's not your first time getting sick, so I won't be scared." Qiao Wanwan smiled, "Now that the master is back, and we two generations of ghost-hand doctors are studying together, I don't believe that we can't cure you, so you
Don’t worry, okay?”
"Wanwan, I don't want to leave you and the child." Zhan Jingting laughed at himself, "It's a shame to say that I used to be very resistant to the child. When you were in coma, I even blamed Eleven. I was thinking, what if
Without him, you wouldn't be in a coma."
Qiao Wanwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How could you think so?"
"I've already been slapped in the face." Zhan Jingting said with a smile, "Later, I slowly accepted that he is our child. Sometimes your shadow will appear on him. It's hard for me not to love him. Wanwan,
I can't bear to leave you and the child."
"Then don't leave him behind." Qiao Wanwan leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Have a good sleep and you will be fine when you wake up."
"Don't leave me."
"I won't leave, I will stay here with you."
"good."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Qiao Wanwan then got up and went out. She went downstairs and found the ghost-hand miracle doctor in the laboratory. She brought him freshly brewed tea and said, "Master, don't be tired. Have a sip of tea and rest."
The ghost-hand miracle doctor smiled and said, "Wanwan still remembers that master likes to drink Longjing before the rain."
"Of course we can't forget it." Qiao Wanwan helped him sit down on the sofa, "Master, when you checked Jing Ting's pulse just now, your face didn't look very good. Is there something wrong?"
The ghost-hand miracle doctor took a sip of hot tea and said, "Wanwan, you don't need to ask. Master will try his best to find a way to cure Master Zhan."
"Master, Jing Ting is my husband and my patient. You should not hide his condition from me. If you insist not to tell, I can go and check his pulse."
"Wanwan, Master didn't tell me because he didn't want you to be too anxious."
Qiao Wanwan's heart tightened, "Master, tell me, I can bear it."
The ghost-hand doctor put down the tea cup and sighed, "Wanwan, you only know that the men of the Zhan family can only live to be thirty, but what you don't know is that as they grow older, they will become more and more miserable.
Both the frequency and intensity of the disease will be greatly enhanced, making life worse than death."
"Master Zhan's illnesses are not frequent now because you suppressed them with medicine, but this only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. Master Zhan's current pulse is much weaker than when I first diagnosed him a few years ago.
"
Qiao Wanwan's fingertips trembled, "Master, I am incompetent. I can only use medicine to temporarily suppress him and reduce his pain, but I haven't found a complete cure yet."
"Master, hasn't he found a way?" The ghost-hand miracle doctor comforted, "Actually, master doesn't want to tell you this, so as not to put pressure on you, but master knows you. You have been a person who likes to get to the bottom of everything since you were a child.
Everything must be clearly understood.”
"Master, Jing Ting and I are husband and wife. Naturally, I want to know everything about his condition. Pressure is also motivation. I will cure his disease at all costs."
The ghost-hand miracle doctor nodded, "Master believes in you and will do his best to assist you."
"Master, even if you are an assistant, I should be the one assisting you."
The magic doctor with ghost hands smiled and said, "Speaking of which, Master is indeed ashamed of you. There were many things that disappeared without being taught to you back then. Master is ashamed."
"This is a fact." Qiao Wanwan pretended to be dissatisfied, "As a new generation of ghost-hand miracle doctor, I couldn't even find out whether I was pregnant or not, so I made a mistake. Isn't it because of my poor academic skills?"
The ghost-hand miracle doctor couldn't stop laughing, "Have you ever made such a joke? It's really embarrassing."
"Master, you still dare to laugh? Why don't you teach me quickly?"
"Okay, master, I will teach you everything, Wanwan, you are my pride."
"Thank you, Master."
"Little madam." Zheng Ma knocked on the door, "Mr. Wen Lijing and Wen are here."
"I understand, please invite him to the living room."
"yes."
"Master, you drink tea slowly, I'll go out to meet the guests."
"good."
Qiao Wanwan came to the living room and soon met Wen Lijing.
"Wanwan, long time no see."
"We haven't spoken for a long time." Qiao Wanwan asked him to sit down, "I heard from Jing Ting that you often came to see me when I was in coma. Thank you."
Wen Lijing joked, "I'm lucky that I wasn't killed by Jing Ting."
Qiao Wanwan laughed, "Jing Ting will naturally be angry if you help me privately, but he won't touch you because he knows very well that it must be me who asks you for help."
"Well." Wen Lijing looked at her with mixed feelings in his heart, "Wanwan, I really didn't expect that you could still wake up and that we could sit and talk together like now."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that I could still be alive. I'm lucky, right?"
"It's not that your fate is hard, it's that you should be rewarded for being a good person."
"I like to hear that." Qiao Wanwan said with a smile, "Drink tea."
"Thank you." Wen Lijing asked as he greeted, "Where is Jing Ting?"
"Jing Ting is ill and is sleeping now."
"Why are you sick again?"
"It's normal to get sick." The smile on Qiao Wanwan's face faded, "My master said that as he gets older, Jing Ting's health will get worse and worse. Li Jing, Jing Ting has already passed his 24th birthday.
, I have less than six years left.”
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I believe that with your ability, less than six years is enough."
"hope so."
"Since Jing Ting is not feeling well, forget it. Originally, I wanted to ask him for help."
Qiao Wanwan was curious, "What are you doing? Can I help?"
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