"You don't remember how to administer acupuncture?" Zhan Jingting stared intently at Qiao Yi. "Eleven is in so much pain, can't you feel it? Don't you feel sorry for her?"

Qiao Yi was sweating profusely. "Mr. Zhan, what you should be doing now is getting the doctor to relieve Shiyi's pain, not questioning me!"

Zhan Jingting waved his hand, and Zheng Ma immediately held down Eleven, so that the doctor could administer a sedative.

Eleven cried her heart out, but after a while, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zheng's mother was heartbroken and burst into tears. She quickly took Eleven away.

Qiao Yi stood up, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

Zhan Jingting observed the expression on her face and slowly said, "My wife is a doctor. When Eleven had an attack, she was able to treat her with as few side effects as possible. Since she disappeared, Eleven has been taken over by the medical team and can only be relieved with sedatives. As a result, Eleven's health is getting worse and worse. Coupled with depression, her condition is getting worse and worse."

Qiao Yi composed herself and said, "Mr. Zhan, I also hope you can find your wife soon. It's heartbreaking to see Eleven, who is so young, suffer like this. I'll be going now."

Zhan Jingting watched her retreating figure and said with a wry smile, "Jiang Dong, tell me, Wanwan cares so much about Shiyi, so why can't she even bring back Shiyi's memories when she has an attack?"

Jiang Dong nodded and said, "Master Zhan, Madam is not unresponsive; she feels very sorry for the young master."

"That's just her inherent kindness; no matter what, she'll always feel sorry for such a pitiful child." Zhan Jingting slowly closed his eyes. "Give the order: without my permission, there is no progress on Wen Lixuan's film!"

"yes."

......

Qiao Yi returned to the Wen family home and absentmindedly walked upstairs.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of her, and before she could react, a loud "slap" rang out as a slap landed heavily on her face!