“Did I say I was going to go back on my word?” Qiao Wanwan said. “I own plenty of properties, I can arrange for you to live there. In addition, I will arrange bodyguards to protect you, and even the chef will be arranged from Wutong Bay. I will definitely not let you die a violent death.”

Zhan Xiuwen: "..."

"Okay, I believe you! But you'd better hurry up and find him. I don't want to live like a rat that can't see the light of day!"

Qiao Wanwan kept her promise and gave Zhan Xiuwen the antidote and money, and had someone take them to settle down.

Zhan Jingting's eyes were icy cold. "You're being too polite to him."

Qiao Wanwan grasped the man's hand. "It was the mastermind who actively sought out Zhan Xiuwen to deal with us, not him. He was just a puppet. Plus, his betrayal allowed Xiao Jiu to return safely, so I think it's nothing for us to lose a little money. As long as he doesn't try to kill us again, I'm willing to keep my promise and let things be as they are."

Zhan Jingting turned to look at her, his expression softening. "They lost because they didn't understand you enough. If they did, they would know that you're talking about more than one son; he's just a bargaining chip. They're afraid you'll give up Xiao Jiu, so that Xiao Jiu won't become a tool to threaten you. But I know you will never give up Xiao Jiu."

Qiao Wanwan raised the corners of her lips, "Of course, he is my son. As long as I am alive, I will never give up on him, no matter what the cost."

......

After lunch, Qiao Wanwan coaxed the third child to take a nap.

She returned to the master bedroom only after all three children had fallen asleep.

"Jingting, let me change your dressing."

Zhan Jingting's eyes widened almost imperceptibly for a moment before he quickly said, "Just call the doctor."

"Why?" Qiao Wanwan said with a smile, "I'm your wife, can't I even watch you take off your clothes?"

Zhan Jingting pinched her beautiful face. "You'll feel heartache when you see my wound. I don't want you to be sad."

"But I want to change your dressing myself."

"Listen to me," Zhan Jingting said. "I won't change here. I'll go find a doctor to change myself. You go to sleep first, I'll be back soon."

Qiao Wanwan couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to agree.

Zhan Jingting walked out of the master bedroom, unable to control himself any longer. He raised his hand to cover his heart and bent over in pain!

"Jing Ting!" The legendary healer, who was passing by, rushed over to help her. "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

"Keep your voice down..." Zhan Jingting looked up, his face already deathly pale. "Let's talk in my study."

"I'll help you up."

After the two sat down on the sofa in Zhan Jingting's study, the "Ghost Hand Doctor" immediately took his pulse.

"Strange..." The Ghost Hand Doctor's brows furrowed. "Your complexion is already this bad. Judging from your appearance, you should be suffering from excruciating heart pain, but why isn't it reflected in your pulse?"

“Wanwan told me about your symptoms before, and I thought it was unlikely, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

"Grandpa, my body is failing..." Zhan Jingting said with difficulty, enduring the pain, "During the time I was controlled, I was constantly injected with drugs, including an unknown toxin. My life is already on a countdown; if nothing unexpected happens, I only have three months left..."

How did you know?

"It was the person who administered the medicine who said it. It was a specially concocted poison for me. Apart from the increasingly frequent heart pain, everything on my face will be normal. After a certain period of time, I will suddenly die, just like sudden death." Zhan Jingting tugged at his lips and gave a bitter smile. "They must have known that there was a legendary doctor with the 'Ghost Hand' in my family, so they carefully concocted this poison for several months."

"The antidote was developed at the same time as the poison, and there is only one copy available. It is said that no one can replicate it."

The Ghostly Physician felt a chill run down his spine. "The antidote is in the hands of the mastermind?"

"Probably, but right now I don't even know who he is."

“Your symptoms are indeed rare, but we cannot give up.” The Ghost Hand Doctor composed himself and said, “On the one hand, we must hurry up and find the mastermind behind this and get the antidote. On the other hand, I will do my best to treat you. Jing Ting, for Wan Wan’s sake, you must hold on.”

"If it weren't for Wanwan, I would have ended it all long ago." The man's handsome but pale face was covered in cold sweat. "When the poison took effect, I felt like I was dying..."

"I can see that," the Ghost Hand Doctor said, his heart aching. "I'll try to find a way to alleviate your pain first."

"Wanwan must never know about this," Zhan Jingting instructed. "I don't want her to suffer with me. If we really can't get the antidote, at least I can make sure she has the most relaxed and enjoyable three months ahead."

“Jingting, Wanwan is so smart and cares about you so much, how could you possibly keep it from her?” the Ghost Hand Doctor analyzed. “Besides, I know Wanwan. She would rather know the truth than be kept in the dark.”

"Besides, she is my apprentice, an apprentice who has surpassed me. With her help, we can detoxify you more effectively."

"Grandpa, if I were confident I could cure the poison, how could I not tell Wanwan?" Zhan Jingting leaned weakly against the leather sofa. "If you don't believe me, you can try it first. If even you can't be sure, then listen to me and don't tell Wanwan, okay?"

“Since she married me, I have hardly let her have a few days of peace. I always thought that there would be plenty of time, and I could slowly eliminate all the people who wanted to harm us and give her the peaceful life she longed for. But now, I'm afraid I can't do that.”

Zhan Jingting smiled bitterly, "So if I really have to die, then I choose to do everything in my power to leave her with the happiest three months of her life, even if she hates me for hiding it from me after I die."

The legendary healer couldn't help but be moved, choking back tears as he said, "Jingting, I know you love Wanwan very much, I've always known..."

"So, old man, I beg you, grant my wish. Perhaps this is the last thing I can do for Wanwan."

"Alright." The Ghost Hand Doctor held back his tears. "I'll try to detoxify you first. If there's hope, I'll tell Wanwan so we can work together to find a solution. If it's really as you say... then we can only take it one step at a time."

"Thank you, sir."

......

When Zhan Jingting returned to the master bedroom, his expression had returned to calm.

Qiao Wanwan was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Zhan Jingting sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Hmm, the dressing has been changed, right?"

"I just happened to run into the old man, and he changed my dressing himself. You can rest assured now, right?"

"With Master taking action, I am naturally at ease."

"The old man even took my blood for a checkup."

"Really?" Qiao Wanwan said immediately, "I'll go check the blood test results in a bit!"