Chapter 138 The Divine Doctor is a Madman 78
But Sanjin felt a pang of pity seeing his host crying so pitifully.
"Host, don't be too sad, your body can't take it now."
My heart softened, but not completely.
Sanjin hasn't found a perfect solution yet, but it will try in the future.
Try your best not to make the host so sad.
Song Jinhuan was truly heartbroken; the kind of heartbreak was indescribable.
But her intuition told her that she absolutely could not die like this.
This concerns Shen Yushu.
The carving of the warm jade is almost finished. Although the patterns on it are not very well carved, it took her more than two months to complete.
Crying is indeed tiring.
It took her a while to calm down before she slowly stopped crying.
Leaning back on the cushion, I took a few deep breaths before picking up the carving knife and continuing.
I couldn't hold on for long before my fingers became increasingly weak.
Her eyes welled up with tears again, and as her vision blurred, she suddenly snapped back to reality.
You mustn't cry anymore, or it will really cause problems!
He would pause repeatedly, then continue carving.
Around 1:15 AM, he finally recovered and could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
Song Jinhuan had a dream all night, which was nothing more than how to die, and a way that was more reasonable than dying from illness.
When I woke up again, my mind was a complete blank, with only the word "suicide" remaining.
However, illness strikes like a landslide.
When Song Jinhuan opened her eyes again, she didn't even have the strength to pull back the covers.
The maidservant came in to serve and noticed something was amiss.
Not long after, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang appeared.
Shen Yushu sat by the bed, taking the girl's pulse by holding her wrist, trying his best to suppress the panic in his heart.
How could this be?
Why can't we find the reason?
Song Jinhuan gave her wrist a slight shake, pulled it back, and then hooked her fingers together to hold his tightly.
"Father, Mother, I want to say something to the miracle doctor."
Even his voice was much weaker than before.
Jiang's father and mother felt uneasy, but they complied with her wishes and left the house.
"Miracle doctor, there's a small box under my pillow. Please take it out."
Without saying a word, Shen Yushu reached inside and pulled out a small black wooden box, about the size of his palm.
"Here you go, thank you, miracle doctor, for extending my life for so long."
She forced a smile and exclaimed in a raised voice, "I've made a killing!"
Shen Yushu gripped the wooden box tightly and said earnestly, "Baozhu, don't be afraid. I will definitely find a way to make you better!"
Song Jinhuan: "Divine doctor, you've taken my pulse, you understand."
"No, I don't understand!"
The man's phoenix eyes were dark, with slightly red corners, and a fierce aura emanated from his brows. His voice was hoarse and unwilling: "I don't want to understand at all!"
"It's already healed!"
“I take your pulse every day.”
"He was perfectly fine yesterday morning!"
"It must be..."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he stared at Song Jinhuan and continued, "It must be my negligence last night. If I had examined you last night, this might not have happened!"
The man's voice trembled more and more as he desperately tried to take responsibility.
Song Jinhuan had never seen Shen Yushu so incoherent, helpless, and at a loss.
No, it's none of your business.
Shen Yushu retorted, "Why shouldn't we close it? Your body was already weak, and even if you've recovered, you shouldn't let your guard down!"
Song Jinhuan wanted to say a few more words of comfort, but when she looked up and inadvertently saw the man's moist eyes, she suddenly couldn't say anything.
"Brother, can you hug me?"
Shen Yushu froze, staring blankly at her.
The girl's gentle gaze enveloped him.
In that instant, reason returned.
His shoulders slowly slumped down.
"good."
There's absolutely no way to refuse.
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