Zhan Yin couldn't wait any longer. "Looks like there's going to be a good show!"

......

Zhan Jingting had been busy all day and didn't return until evening. When he saw Xiang Yang there, he specially opened two bottles of red wine to welcome him.

The three men were in high spirits and sent people to fetch red wine several times; each of them drank quite a bit.

Qiao Wanwan didn't drink it; she took Eleven back to her room to sleep first.

Around 10 o'clock, Zhan Jingting returned to his room and saw Qiao Wanwan holding Eleven, gently patting his back to lull him to sleep.

"Shh..." Qiao Wanwan whispered, "Keep your voice down, I just fell asleep."

Zhan Jingting stood up from his wheelchair, walked over, and kissed the corner of her lips. "Are you tired?"

"I was quite well-behaved during the National Day holiday; I wasn't tired."

"I'm going to take a shower."

“Jingting,” Qiao Wanwan grabbed his hand, “why didn’t you tell me about the Wen family dinner?”

"Zhan Yin, that big mouth, will naturally tell you; I don't need to say it."

"But you didn't discuss it with me."

"What do you want to discuss?"

"The matter of attending."

Zhan Jingting frowned. "You want to participate?"

“Of course,” Qiao Wanwan analyzed. “If we don’t go, we will be in a more passive position. The Wen family’s initiative is to tell everyone that Wen Xue gave birth to your child, and you should marry her for both reason and duty. I want to go openly and generously. Not only will I go, but I will also dress up in my finest clothes so that everyone knows that I am the wife of the Zhan family and no one can covet my position.”

Zhan Jingting chuckled softly, "Mrs. Zhan, you're so adorable."

"I'm serious."

"As you wish, madam."

"real?"

"It's just a dinner party, a small matter. With me here, no one will dare to look down on you or bully you."

"Okay." Qiao Wanwan kissed his handsome face. "You smell of alcohol. I'll have someone bring you some hangover soup so it won't bother the baby."

Zhan Jingting's fingertips lingered on her beautiful face, his deep, husky voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "Madam Zhan, you've been celibate for days..."

Qiao Wanwan immediately understood what he meant, her face flushed, and she said, "Eleven is sleeping here, what else could it be?"

"Shall we change rooms?"

"Are you crazy? What if the child wakes up and there's no one here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Wanwan could sense the man's disappointment and, feeling sorry for him, said, "Let's do it another day, when Eleven is feeling better... Ah! Zhan Jingting, what are you doing!"

Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly pulled back the covers and scooped her up in his arms!

Qiao Wanwan hooked her arms around his neck. "What do you want to do?"

The man strode towards the bathroom, saying, "Come shower with me."

"......"

The bathroom door closed and never opened again...

Qiao Wanwan didn't know how she fell asleep. In her hazy state, she felt herself being carried out of the bathroom and put back on the bed.

She glanced at her phone instinctively; it was almost four o'clock.

Qiao Wanwan didn't even have the strength to lift her hand; she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door!

Zheng Ma's anxious voice came from outside the door, "Madam, wake up quickly! Young Master has fallen ill!"

Qiao Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, threw on her bathrobe, and rushed out, shouting, "Where is everyone?"

"In the study!"

Qiao Wanwan heard the man's painful groans coming from the study. She immediately went downstairs to the room in the basement to get silver needles and rushed into the study to give Zhan Jingting acupuncture.

"Jingting, please bear with me for a moment and listen to me first," Qiao Wanwan explained. "These are silver needles that I've researched and soaked in medicine for. Eleven is too young for me to try, so you'll have to do it. During the acupuncture, if you feel any discomfort, you must let me know immediately, understand?"

A smile spread across the man's pale face. "I will always trust the little miracle doctor. Come on."

"good!"

Qiao Wanwan was nervous and was more careful than ever before when administering acupuncture to Zhan Jingting.

After each injection, she would observe Zhan Jingting's complexion, ask him if he felt any discomfort, and only continue after confirming that there were no problems.

Before the needle was even fully inserted, the cold sweat on Zhan Jingting's forehead stopped.

"Jingting, you look much better. How are you feeling now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Really?" Qiao Wanwan exclaimed with delight, "The pain has already stopped before the needle is even finished?"

"Um."

"That's great! It means the medicine I prescribed is actually effective!" Qiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. "This is a huge breakthrough!"

“I knew the little miracle doctor could do it.”

Eleven, watching from the side, asked curiously, "Sister Wanwan, why does Daddy need to get acupuncture too?"

“Because Daddy gets headaches just like you,” Qiao Wanwan explained. “Eleven, did you see that? Daddy suffers from the same troubles as you. You have to love Daddy and be loving towards him from now on. You can’t dislike him. You are the closest people in the world.”

"Alright then..." Eleven said reluctantly, "I'll share some of my favorite snacks with Daddy."

"good."

Qiao Wanwan's confidence soared. She removed the needles from Zhan Jingting and helped him to his room to rest.

After Zhan Jingting fell asleep, she closed the door and left, then called Jiang Dong over and asked, "Jingting hasn't had an attack in a long time, what happened today?"

Jiang Dong nodded and reported, "Reporting to Madam, it seems that the workload these past few days has been quite heavy, and Master Zhan is a bit tired, which is why he fell ill."

Is the company very busy?

"A little bit."

"I understand. If you're busy again, just let me know and I'll make sure he gets some rest and try to reduce the chances of him having an attack."

"Yes, madam."

This acupuncture treatment greatly boosted Qiao Wanwan's confidence, and she soon went back to her basement room to continue studying the medicinal herbs.

Based on the information Lin Mo had previously provided, combined with the blood test results she had recently given to Zhan Jingting and Eleven, she went to the school to discuss with her tutor and readjusted the prescription.

Yu Hui didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, but after reading Qiao Wanwan's report, he praised her highly, saying, "Judging from the blood comparison, your prescription is indeed working. Wanwan, I didn't misjudge you."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Yu. My level is still far from sufficient."

“Your talent is already unmatched.” Yu Hui looked at her with admiration, then sighed, “It’s just a pity that Lin Mo went abroad. If he were here, your powerful collaboration would be a great blessing for the medical community.”

Qiao Wanwan smiled but didn't say anything.

Yu Hui looked at her and said, "Wanwan, tell me the truth, is Lin Mo's going abroad related to you?"

Why do you ask that? Did he tell you something?

“We met before he left, but he didn’t say anything. I guessed it,” Yu Hui said with a smile. “I’m old now, I’ve seen more than you have.”

"Lin Mo is a devoted person. Since he likes you, he won't give up easily, let alone go abroad to settle down. So I guess it's more or less related to you."