"That's good." Hearing him say that, Qiao Wanwan felt much more at ease. "Master is already researching it, and your body will definitely recover gradually."

Zhan Jingting concealed the bitterness in his eyes and smiled in response, "Mm."

Qiao Wanwan tried her best to let Zhan Jingting rest more. She took the documents that Jiang Dong sent to Wutong Bay to her study, locked the door, and dealt with them, not letting Zhan Jingting interfere.

Although Zhan Jingting felt sorry for her, he did not insist.

It's better to avoid her, so she won't notice when I have an attack.

After several days of research, the "Ghost Hand Doctor" readjusted the prescription and brewed it for Zhan Jingting to drink.

"Thank you, sir."

The medicine was very bitter, but the man didn't even flinch and drank it all while it was still hot.

“I’ve improved this method, and it should be effective. Although it can’t suppress the symptoms, at least it won’t be as frequent or as painful.”

“That’s enough,” Zhan Jingting said. “What I’m most afraid of is having too many episodes, which would make it easy for Wanwan to notice, and also that the symptoms would be too obvious, which would also make it easy for her to detect.”

"I'll draw your blood again in two hours to continue the research."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"I'm willing to endure any hardship if it can cure you," the Ghost Hand Doctor sighed. "It's just that there are too many people in this world who have no control over their own lives."

“My destiny was to not live past thirty, so I’ve never been afraid of death since I was a child.” Zhan Jingting smiled bitterly. “But after meeting Wanwan, I became afraid. It’s just like that saying, ‘I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.’”

“I’m afraid of losing her, afraid of leaving her. I crave her love so much, yet I’m also afraid that she loves me too deeply. Because I can’t imagine what she will do when I leave this world at the age of thirty.”

"Later, Wanwan gradually brought my condition under control, and even cured Eleven, freeing me from the fate of the Zhan family. I rekindled my hope. I felt that God was beginning to favor me, that I could be cured, and that I could grow old with Wanwan."

“But now, my hopes have been dashed once again.” Zhan Jingting smiled, but his low, hoarse voice carried a heart-wrenching pain. “Grandpa, perhaps this is my destiny, a destiny I cannot escape.”

Outside the door, Qiao Wanwan stopped and frowned.