Qiao Wanwan smiled at him and said, "No, I just feel sorry for Meng Xinyi. No matter what, my medicine was given to me by the Meng family. Let's give her some dignity and let the Meng family take her back and keep a close eye on her."

"Okay, I'll arrange it, don't worry."

When Zhan Jingting returned home, he put Eleven on the ground and was about to go upstairs to his study to work when he suddenly stopped and grabbed his hair in anguish!

"Jingting!" Qiao Wanwan rushed forward to help him. "How are you? Are you having another attack?"

Zhan Jingting replied painfully, "Yes."

"Hang in there!" Qiao Wanwan helped her sit down and instructed Zheng Ma, "Quickly go to my room and get the medicine and acupuncture needles!"

"yes!"

Zheng Ma quickly brought over silver needles and medicine. Qiao Wanwan first fed Zhan Jingting a pill, and then gave him acupuncture.

"What's wrong?" The Ghostly Doctor came out of the room. "Is Master Zhan having a relapse?"

"Um."

The legendary healer stepped forward to take his pulse, but said nothing.

After Qiao Wanwan finished administering the acupuncture, Zhan Jingting's pale face slowly returned to normal.

"Wanwan, help Master Zhan back to his room to rest," said the Ghost Hand Doctor.

"Okay." Qiao Wanwan helped Zhan Jingting back to his room and lay down. "It's lunch break time, so take a nap and don't think about work."

"Wanwan, I'm sorry." Zhan Jingting held her hand. "Now it's my turn to make you worry."

"This isn't the first time you've had an attack, I won't be scared." Qiao Wanwan smiled. "Now that Master is back, we two generations of Ghost Hand Healers are working together on this, I refuse to believe we can't cure you, so don't worry, okay?"

“Wanwan, I don’t want to leave you and the child.” Zhan Jingting smiled self-deprecatingly. “It’s embarrassing to admit, but I used to be very resistant to having children. While you were in a coma, I even blamed Eleven. I thought that if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have fallen into a coma.”

Qiao Wanwan was both amused and exasperated. "How could you think that?"

“I’ve already proven myself wrong,” Zhan Jingting said with a smile. “Later, I gradually accepted that he is our child. Sometimes, you are reflected in him, and 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." Qiao Wanwan leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Get a good night's sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up."

"Don't leave me."

"I won't leave; I'll stay here with you."

"good."

Zhan Jingting closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Wanwan then got up and went downstairs to the laboratory, where she found the Ghost Hand Doctor. She brought him a freshly brewed cup of tea and said, "Master, don't overwork yourself. Have some tea and rest."

The Ghostly Doctor smiled. "Wanwan still remembers that Master likes to drink pre-rain Longjing tea."

"Of course I can't forget." Qiao Wanwan helped him to sit down on the sofa. "Master, when you took Jingting's pulse just now, his complexion wasn't very good. Is there something wrong?"

The Ghost Hand Doctor took a sip of hot tea and said, "Wanwan, you don't need to ask anymore. Your master will try his best to find a way to cure Master Zhan."

“Master, Jingting is my husband and also my patient. You shouldn’t hide his condition from me. If you insist on not telling me, I can take his pulse myself.”

"Wanwan, your master is not telling you because he doesn't want you to be too anxious."

Qiao Wanwan's heart tightened. "Master, please tell me. I can handle it."

The Ghost Hand Doctor put down his teacup and sighed, "Wanwan, you only know that the men of the Zhan family can only live to be thirty years old, but what you don't know is that as they get older, they will suffer more and more. Both the frequency and intensity of their attacks will increase significantly, making them wish they were dead."

"Master Zhan's illness is not frequent now because you have suppressed it with medication, but this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Master Zhan's pulse is much weaker now than when I first took his pulse a few years ago."

Qiao Wanwan's fingertips trembled. "Master, it's my incompetence. I can only use medicine to temporarily suppress his pain and reduce his suffering, but I haven't found a way to completely cure him yet."

“Even your master couldn’t find a solution, could he?” the Ghost Hand Doctor comforted him. “Actually, your master didn’t want to tell you these things to avoid putting pressure on you, but your master knows you. You’ve always been someone who likes to get to the bottom of things and wants to understand everything clearly.”

“Master, Jingting and I are husband and wife, so naturally I need to know everything about his condition. Pressure can also be a motivation, and I will do everything in my power to cure his illness.”

The Ghostly Doctor nodded. "Your master believes in you and will do his best to assist you."

“Master, even if it's about assisting, it should be me assisting you.”

The Ghostly Doctor smiled and said, "Speaking of which, your master has indeed let you down. There were many things I didn't teach you before I disappeared. Your master feels guilty."

“That’s true.” Qiao Wanwan feigned dissatisfaction. “As the new generation of the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor, I couldn’t even find out if I was pregnant, causing a blunder. Isn’t that just because I’m not skilled enough?”

The Ghostly Doctor couldn't stop laughing. "You've made a fool of yourself like this before? That's really embarrassing."

"Master, you still dare to laugh? Why aren't you teaching me yet?"

"Okay, Master will teach you everything. Wanwan, you are my pride."

"Thank you, Master."

"Young Madam," Aunt Zheng knocked on the door, "Mr. Wen Lijing has arrived."

"Okay, please ask him to go to the living room."

"yes."

"Master, please enjoy your tea. I'll go out and meet the guests."

"good."

Qiao Wanwan arrived in the living room and soon met Wen Lijing.

"Wanwan, it's been a long time."

“It’s been a long time since we last spoke.” Qiao Wanwan gestured for him to sit down. “I heard from Jingting that you came to see me often while I was in a coma. Thank you.”

Wen Lijing joked, "It's a miracle I wasn't killed by Jing Ting."

Qiao Wanwan chuckled, "Jing Ting is naturally angry that you helped me on your own, but he won't do anything to you because he knows very well that I must have asked you for help."

"Hmm." Wen Lijing looked at her, his heart filled with mixed emotions. "Wanwan, I really didn't expect that you would wake up and that we could sit together and talk like this."

"Yeah, I never thought I'd still be alive. I'm pretty lucky, right?"

"It's not that you're unlucky, it's that good deeds are rewarded."

“I like hearing that,” Qiao Wanwan said with a smile. “Let’s have some tea.”

"Thank you." Wen Lijing greeted him and then asked, "Where's Jingting?"

"Jing Ting is having an attack and is sleeping now."

"Why is she having another episode?"

“It’s normal for him to have an attack.” Qiao Wanwan’s smile faded. “My master said that as Jingting gets older, his health will deteriorate. Li Jing, Jingting has already turned 24. I have less than six years left.”

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I believe that with your abilities, less than six years will be enough."

"I hope so."

"Since Jingting isn't feeling well, then forget it. I was originally planning to ask him for help."

Qiao Wanwan asked curiously, "What kind of help? Can I help?"