Chapter 69: Breaking Connection with the Gods (Part 2)
Jiang Qingqing asked tentatively, "I'm not going back for dinner tonight?"
There was silence all around, no one responded.
Jiang Qingqing stood under the eaves, looking up at the rain falling from the sky, letting the autumn wind blow.
There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
The heavy rain hit the persimmon tree nearby.
Tomorrow, it seems...
It’s Frost’s Descent.
The ripe persimmons on the branches are very firm.
It managed to withstand the sudden rainstorm and swayed on the branches.
A long time passed.
Doctor Zhao ran over excitedly, "Your Highness! It works! That ventilator really works. The patient's lips have regained color."
This is a good sign.
Jiang Qingqing turned around with relief and nodded.
"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Zhao."
"Ah~ Your Highness, you are too kind. This is all my own free will. My family has been practicing medicine for generations, and I hope that one day I can be a living Bodhisattva who saves lives like I am now."
Even though he was wearing a mask, one could still imagine Dr. Zhao's smile underneath it.
Ten years ago, he watched patients dying from illness every day and felt powerless to do anything.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, facing symptoms even more serious than before, he was still able to save people from the hands of the King of Hell.
"Your Highness, where does this god come from?"
"I see he seems to know a lot about pharmacology. Where did he learn it from?"
Doctor Zhao began to worship the gods completely.
Jiang Qingqing was a little stunned when she heard his sudden admiration.
I opened my mouth, but didn't know how to explain.
In fact, the god was not only proficient in pharmacology... He seemed to have dabbled in everything. But she only knew the name of it.
She is not the only one in the world who has benefited from it. All those who have received its help admire and respect it.
But today she...
It seems like a bit of a line has been crossed.
There was a hint of indescribable excitement in the awe.
How dare you blaspheme God?
No wonder the god was acting particularly strange today. He must have seen through her little thoughts.
Start by locking the door in your room.
perhaps...
As it says, it's just a temporary mission.
"Doctor Zhao, I'm a little tired. Are there any guest rooms here?"
It’s raining heavily tonight, so I probably won’t be able to go back.
It would be better to rest in the clinic for a night.
Doctor Zhao was very perceptive and noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Qingqing. He quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, it's at the end of the front hall, away from the isolation area. It's specially for the medicine boy and the doctor to rest. If Your Highness doesn't mind..."
Jiang Qingqing gestured to Doctor Zhao to lead the way.
There's nothing to dislike about it, just having a cubicle is pretty good.
I passed by the place where lunch boxes were distributed and picked up one.
"Your Highness, the food is cold. Can I heat it up for you?"
Doctor Zhao wanted to step forward to stop it.
It was already past dinner time and everyone had finished eating. The remaining boxes were frozen by the autumn wind.
Jiang Qingqing waved her hand.
"No, it doesn't matter."
There probably isn't any food in the room tonight, so just eat something casually.
She didn't know if the gods would be angry tomorrow and stop giving her food because of her offensive questions today.
Then she really is the sinner of Daliang!
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After Fu Zhengnan received the call from Special Assistant Zhang, the hospital immediately received news.
Let him rush over.
For some reason, Mr. Fu's legs suddenly started to work weakly today and he fell down.
I rushed over, and luckily nothing serious happened. Mr. Fu was still lying on the hospital bed, smiling and watching short videos.
The dean specifically instructed:
"Boss Fu, there are currently two ways to treat the old man's leg."
"One: surgery, combined with Western medicine."
"Second: Conservative treatment with traditional Chinese medicine."
"But you know, today's Chinese medicine can't compare to the ancient prescriptions."
"If I can find someone who is older and in good shape, I would recommend conservative treatment with Chinese medicine. Surgery is more difficult for the elderly to recover from."
Fu Zhengnan sighed softly: "I understand."
Step into the ward.
As soon as Mr. Fu saw him, he began to frown.
The smile on my face when I watched the video just now disappeared.
"Where have you been? You don't seem to have any energy or spirit at all. You're only in your twenties, how can you look so lifeless?"
Fu Zhengnan was used to him being like this.
In a calm tone:
"Do you want surgery or Chinese medicine?"
Give him the right to choose his treatment plan.
Mr. Fu was stunned.
"That must be Chinese medicine! I don't want surgery, it hurts so much! Don't perform surgery on me!"
He looks like a complete old naughty boy.
The head nurse who was giving Mr. Fu an injection heard him disdain his grandson so much.
I also looked at it curiously.
I also want to see what kind of useless descendants can make such a kind old man so angry.
Unexpectedly, I was a little shocked.
Are you not satisfied with this look? Calm and dignified, handsome and tall, the nurse is in her forties and loves to chat.
I couldn't help but say:
"Mr. Fu, you are blessed to have a grandson like this."
"I was sick before, and my boy went on a trip abroad."
"Don't you think it's infuriating?"
When Mr. Fu heard someone praising his grandson, he immediately felt happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
The two of them started chatting.
Fu Zhengnan saw that there was nothing for him to do, so he said, "I'm going back."
He turned around and left the ward.
I took out my cell phone and wanted to see what Jiang Qingqing was doing, only to find that the screen was black.
Low battery shutdown.
He let out a soft "tsk", it really was a nuisance.
But I'm exhausted today, busy all day in the rain. I guess he's already gone to bed by now.
Thinking of Jiang Qingqing's dazed look last night while holding the baby and chewing it, the tiredness in Fu Zhengnan's eyes faded a lot.
It was stained with a gentleness that he was not even aware of.
It’s true, I’m so greedy that I often eat in my dreams.
When he came out tonight, he prepared a cake for Jiang Qingqing on the table.
I don’t know if he ate it.
Tomorrow is frost..
Jiang Qingqing’s birthday.
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Jiang Qingqing sat on the wooden bed, covered with a quilt.
The whole person just curled up in it.
Only the pitiful head was exposed.
It’s so cold...
She wanted to go back to her bedroom, but what should she do... She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was attracted to the gods.
Is that something a mere mortal like her could get involved in?
Just accept its favor obediently, why bother with other things?
Jiang Qingqing's emotions came quickly and went away even faster...
He had completely inherited Bai Wan's heartless genes and had already started thinking about how to apologize to Fu Zhengnan and move into that warm bedroom.
Love can’t be eaten!
but!
The rice is really edible!
Harsh words hurt people's hearts, but cold wind makes people sober.
Jiang Qingqing's thoughts have changed from being close to the gods to just asking the gods for food.
But she still has some backbone.
Unless the gods clearly spoke and forgave her, she would never go in to enjoy herself.
I just want to torture myself and show my "sincerity".
Jiang Qingqing completely inherited the will of both her parents.
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