Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
In less than a day, Sun Jiaxue was shocked countless times.
This yard is too big.
The sight of the rooms dazzled her.
She sighed, "This is for the emperor to live in! Brother Mingqing! Is this ours?"
"The emperor lives in the palace, not in such a small place."
"Small? This is still small? It's so spacious! I can't even figure out how to get there!!!"
Seeing her eyes shining, Li Mingqing smiled and said, "Why don't we move in here tomorrow? I've already bought bedding, and I can cook."
"No, I live close to the hospital now."
"It's not far from here. It'll only take twenty minutes to walk. Don't you like this room? Just stay here."
He took Sun Jiaxue for a walk.
Sun Jiaxue took out a rag and a basin and started to work.
I've been busy for an hour and haven't stopped yet.
"Wife, are you tired? Stop it. Isn't this clean?"
"I haven't been here for half a year, so there's a lot of dust I need to clean up."
"We won't stay in other houses. We'll just have the room we're going to stay in tomorrow."
"It's okay. I just finished my meal and it's time to digest. I'm not tired at all."
Sun Jiaxue said happily.
She was so excited, as if she was dreaming.
"Wife, I brought you to the capital to have fun, not to work."
As he spoke, he pulled her over and pressed her onto the bench.
Niuniu said in a baby voice: "Mom, sit down~"
"Okay, sit down, Mom."
She sat down and looked at the courtyard. No wonder the ancients wrote in a poem: "How deep is the courtyard?"
"Wife, come back to your senses."
"I really can't believe it. I wouldn't have dreamed of such a nice yard. It's so big and it's actually ours. Brother Mingqing is really amazing."
"Thank you for the compliment, wife."
Niuniu echoed, "That's amazing."
Two hours later, the family of three walked back.
Li Mingqing sent the mother and daughter back to their residence and then returned to the hospital.
When he arrived at Dean Zhao's office, Dean Zhao was busy writing.
"Dean, let me tell you about the chief's treatment plan."
Dean Zhao stopped writing and said, "I was just about to talk to you about this."
"I plan to have acupuncture twice a day to relieve the pain. I plan to continue this for half a month to see if the tumor stops growing. If it does, I will then study whether my physical condition can withstand the risks of surgery and decide whether to have the surgery."
"Okay, let's do as you say."
They had no choice but to rely on Li Mingqing, as they were helpless.
He is a reliable person and never says anything without basis. Maybe he can really cure it.
Li Mingqing sat at the table next to him and took a piece of white paper to write two copies of the treatment plan.
One for the director and one for the patient.
When we arrived at the inpatient department, we saw Ding Yi pushing the leader in a wheelchair downstairs to bask in the sun.
"Dr. Li, thanks to you, we had a peaceful afternoon. I haven't seen such a bright sun in a long time."
"There's a long way to go. This is the treatment plan."
"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Li."
"I'll give you another acupuncture treatment to make sure you can sleep at night."
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a good night's sleep, especially at night when the pain was unbearable.
Li Mingqing couldn't guarantee that there would be no pain, but at least the pain after acupuncture was not as severe as before.