When Han Zhan heard Song Ci talk about her childhood for the first time, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"When my mother was pregnant with us, she was already quite old, and the fetus was unstable. My father, a doctor himself, took my mother's pulse and found that her pregnancy pulse was weakening, so he took her to a major hospital in the capital for a checkup. The results were terrible. They said that my sister and I were growing very slowly in the womb, and that my mother was too weak to be pregnant. The doctor recommended that my mother have an abortion."

"But my mother couldn't bear to let me go, and neither could my father. After returning home, my father developed a medicine to preserve the pregnancy and saved us. When my mother was pregnant with us, she took the medicine every day."

In Jiang Shiyu's belly, Song Fei was more eager to grow than Song Ci. Not only did she grow in brain but also in height. When she was born, it was said that Song Ci looked like a little mouse, very thin and frail. Many people thought that Song Ci would never grow up.

"Acupuncture, my father would do it for me every winter." For Song Ci as a child, acupuncture was a daily routine, and he would do it every day before going to bed.

When Song Ci saw the needle, he subconsciously felt resistance.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand, rubbed it in his palm, and said with a smile: "I didn't realize that our Cibao was a pitiful little trumpet flower when he was young."

I just don’t understand why a delicate and vulnerable little morning glory would grow up to become a thorny rose.

Mo Fengying stayed in the room for an hour and a half before finishing the acupuncture.

Old Man Chen Shu was so tired that he fell asleep, and Mo Fengying was also very tired.

Chen Anan made hot tea for Mo Fengying. After washing her hands, Mo Fengying drank the tea while saying to Chen Wenhao and his siblings, "After a week of acupuncture, the old man will be able to regain his mobility. I will stay at Shunchen's place during this time."

"During this time, I will also give you a prescription. You will prepare the medicine according to the prescription and give it to the old man. In two months, take him for another checkup. If the blood clot in his brain has not dissipated, we will still consider surgical treatment."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Miss Mo." Chen Wenhao and his brother tried to persuade Mo Fengying to stay for lunch, but Mo Fengying refused. "Forget lunch. I'm a little tired and need to go back to rest. I'll come back at this time tomorrow."

"Then I'll take Miss Mo back."

Chen Wenhao was about to send her off, but Han Zhan said, "Song Ci and I are also staying in that hotel. We're on the way, Miss Mo, let me take you there."

"Okay."

Song Ci and Han Zhan sat in the front, and Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng sat in the back.

In the car, Mo Fengying kept her eyes closed and dozed off. It was unclear whether she was resting or really asleep.

Song Ci secretly observed Mo Fengying through the rearview mirror.

This girl should be younger than her. Perhaps Song Fei would meet her again in this year's Mo family assessment. Song Fei studies viruses and has little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. It is unknown which round she will be able to enter.

Before the assessment even started, Song Ci felt a little worried about Song Fei.

The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Mo Suifeng and Han Zhan thanked them, then gently woke Mo Fengying up. "Miss, we're at the hotel."

Mo Fengying pulled her cloak tightly around her body and got out of the car without following the wind.

Han Zhan handed the car keys to the parking attendant, and the four of them walked into the hotel lobby together.

Song Ci and Han Zhan lived on the 21st floor, while Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng's room was on the 18th floor. When they reached the elevator, Mo Fengying looked up and said goodbye to Song Ci and Han Zhan. "Thank you, Mr. Han, Mrs. Han. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The elevator door opened and Mo Fengying and the other person walked out.

Looking at Mo Fengying's slender and weak back, Song Ci said, "I always feel that Mo Fengying looks a little strange when she's tired."

"How do you say that?"

Song Ci said, "Although complicated acupuncture techniques do consume energy, it's not necessary to be so exhausted. This Miss Mo may not be in good health."

"It's obvious." Han Zhan stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, saying, "Her legs are probably about this thick. Can a normal person be that thin?"

Hearing this, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan meaningfully, leaving him completely bewildered. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Ci said, "Why are you staring at a girl's legs?"

Han Zhan thought Song Ci was jealous and was about to explain, but Song Ci blurted out, "You old pervert! Peeping at little girls' legs!"

Han Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When they reached the 21st floor, they walked out of the elevator in silence and walked side by side to the door of their room. Song Ci took out the room card from her bag and just as she opened the door, Han Zhan pressed her against the wall and touched her legs.

Song Ci was a little flattered, "Is it so intense?"

Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's leg and said, "Old perverts never peek at little girls' legs. They just go for it."

Song Ci held back her laughter and tried to push Han Zhan away.

But he didn't push it away.

Knowing that Chen Shu's body could be cured, Han Zhan's worries disappeared and he was in a good mood. In addition, the environment of the hotel was also good, so Han Zhan became interested and threw Song Ci on the bed and approached her.

He bit her, kissed her, and tickled her deliberately.

Song Ci felt itchy and couldn't help hiding. She laughed for a while, then cried, and finally broke out in a sweat.

Lying on the bed, Song Ci opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She said, "I'm so tired." They hadn't had lunch.

Han Zhan: "Get up, I'll take you to dinner."

"I can't get up."

"Then shall I carry you down?"

"Call for room service."

Han Zhan said, "That's fine."

Han Zhan picked up the menu and began to choose dishes, while Song Ci turned over and fell asleep.

Downstairs, Mo Fengying sat on the sofa with a tired look on her face, rubbing her temples non-stop. Seeing this, Mo Suifeng quickly made her a cup of soothing tea.

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