"Take care, Young Master Zhan."

......

Zhan Jingting took the medicine back and immediately handed it over to the Ghost Hand Doctor for research.

With the matter in Suzhou settled, the group returned to the capital early the next morning.

Looking at the interior design of the house, the "Ghost Hand Doctor" said, "I remember when I first met you, it wasn't here."

“This is Wanwan and my wedding room,” Zhan Jingting explained. “Wanwan said you like sycamore trees, so we named it Wutong Bay, hoping that one day I can bring you home.”

The doctor's eyes reddened. "Wanwan is a good child. It's no wonder I love her so much."

"Yes," Zhan Jingting said. "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Take care of yourself while you're researching medicine, and don't overwork yourself."

“I know what I’m doing and I won’t joke around with my health. I’ve asked Jiang Dong to get the necessary things, and we’ll be able to start research soon.”

"good."

Perhaps it was because he was home, or perhaps it was because he finally got his medicine, but Zhan Jingting managed to get a full night's sleep that night, which was a rare occurrence for him.

The next day, after he woke up, he washed up himself and then wiped Qiao Wanwan's face.

"Wanwan, we're home. Did you sleep better last night? Hang in there a little longer. Maybe you'll wake up once Grandpa finds the antidote." Zhan Jingting leaned down and kissed her forehead. "But even if you don't wake up, I won't give up. Whatever medicine you need, I'll go through fire and water to find it for you, until you open your eyes and look at me... Wanwan, I love you..."

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door, and Zhan Jingting got up and went out.

"Master Zhan," Jiang Dong stood outside the door, nodding as he reported, "I've found out information about the other young master!"

The girl lying on the bed trembled slightly at the fingertips!