Sang Ning hummed in agreement, and said as they walked, "I know you don't believe me, but I still want to tell you that if your illness isn't treated in time, it could really cause serious problems."
Lampson glanced at her, then walked away silently, ignoring her.
Honestly, when faced with someone like Sang Ning who curses people to get sick right off the bat, the fact that he didn't immediately beat her up shows how well-mannered he is.
However, if she continues, he can't guarantee he can resist.
Sang Ning was completely unaware of Lampson's inner thoughts; seeing that he remained silent, she knew he didn't trust her.
She hadn't originally intended to meddle, but her professional ethics compelled her to stop and say, "Don't think I'm lying to you; I'm genuinely not lying."
"If you don't believe me, let me ask you: do you sometimes experience a dull, aching pain in your abdomen, and also..."
She paused, then beckoned to Lampson with her finger, "Bend over and listen closely, I'll tell you."
Lampson gave her a deadpan look. "I don't have anything you need to whisper to me. Either tell me directly, or don't say anything at all."
Sanning, "!!!"
Is he that brave?
Are you sure?
Sang Ning looked at him meaningfully, as if he were a warrior, and asked, "Are you sure you want me to say this in front of the entire audience?"
The audience's eyes lit up instantly, their ears perked up, and they even adjusted their sitting and standing postures.
This is going to be a big juicy story.
Ning, let the storm rage on!
They can do it!
Lampson had no idea that a large audience was waiting to hear his gossip. Upon hearing Sang Ning's words, he said firmly, "Tell me, as a real man, there's nothing I can't show to others."
"Good man, you made me say it."
Her gaze lingered on his groin area, and she said meaningfully, "Do you pee frequently... mmm..."
Before he could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly appeared and covered his mouth, silencing him. Sang Ning stared at Lampson with wide eyes, conveying with her gaze, "You told me to say it yourself."
Lampson's expression had changed; he looked like he was in the wrong and said, "Can we talk quietly?"
Sang Ning is fine; she has medical ethics. If Lampson hadn't been so stubborn and insisted that he say it, she definitely wouldn't have said it in front of the audience.
So when he said that, Sang Ning nodded in agreement.
Lampson breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'll let you go, and you promise to whisper to me?"
Sang Ning nodded again, and Lampson let go of her hand. This time, without her prompting, he instinctively bent down and brought his ear close.
"You can speak now."
Sang Ning then leaned close to his ear and whispered something to him. The sound was covered up so well, and the voice was so soft that even the excellent sound recording function of the live streaming bracelet couldn't pick it up.
audience,"ยทยทยท"
The words "frequent urination" are so meaningful; I really want to know what happens next.
However, this is a sensitive topic because it involves food.
While it's fine to enjoy the show, one should still maintain basic manners.
So, the audience, who were itching to know what would happen next but were too embarrassed to ask, could only watch helplessly as Lampson, through Suning's words, turned from black to red like a chameleon.
The reason it's a dark red rather than just a simple red is because Lampson's skin isn't fair; it's a healthy wheat-colored complexion. Now that his face is red, it makes his skin look several shades darker.
When the audience saw him like this, they started chatting with him privately.
"Sang Ning's got some skills, did you guys see Lampson's expression?"
"I saw it. At first, I was indifferent, then I was shocked, then I was embarrassed, then I was afraid, and now I'm fawning."
"If I'm not mistaken, Lampson asked Sunning to treat his illness."
This viewer's words proved prophetic.
After listening to Sang Ning's words, Lampson hesitated for half a second before decisively saying, "You can cure him, right?"
Sang Ning nodded, then shook her head.
Lampson was completely confused. Nodding meant it could be cured, but what was with the subsequent head shaking?
"Can you give me a definite answer on whether you can cure it or not? You keep nodding and shaking your head, it's all confusing me."
Sang Ning sighed, "I can cure you, but I can't cure you. I don't have any medicine, and I can't pick any suitable medicine in this weather."
"Besides that, I don't have any gold or silver needles."
"That's why I advised you to contact the production team."
"Your biggest problem isn't lower back dysfunction, but rather..."
Sang Ning raised her hand and gently pressed on his lower abdomen. Lampson immediately gasped, his face changed drastically, and he clutched his stomach and arched his back.
"Does it hurt a lot? Like someone is twisting your intestines with a knife?"
Lampson took a deep breath, straightened up, and looked at her with a serious expression, asking, "Am I about to die?"
ha?
The audience was shocked. How could he have gotten to the point of almost dying?
All eyes fell on Sang Ning's face, and then they saw her suddenly widen her eyes in astonishment and say, "Who told you you were about to die? Don't worry, you're still a long way from dying."
"but,"
This single incident caused everyone's hearts to leap into their throats. Lampson, in particular, began to sweat profusely and his body started to tremble with fear.
Just as he was about to ask something, Sang Ning said, "If you don't get treatment in time, you'll be one step away from death."
Lampson, "!!!"
Lampson, "!!!"
Lampson rubbed his face hard, and asked with a pained expression, "So, what exactly is wrong with me?"
"Parasitic infection!"
Sang Ning explained, "You've been drinking animal blood and untreated water for a long time, causing a significant buildup of bacteria in your body. If you don't treat it promptly, once those parasites invade your internal organs, even with current medical technology, you'll suffer greatly."
Then, she sincerely suggested again, "Lampson, if possible, you should contact the program team for treatment as soon as possible!"
"This means I'm withdrawing from the competition voluntarily, and I don't want to leave in such a pathetic way."
Lampson was worried, "How much longer can I hold on?"
Give me your hand, let me take a look first.
Sang Ning extended her hand to him, and Lampson said "oh" and quickly handed her his hand.
Then, two slender fingers rested on his wrist. At this moment, Sang Ning's expression was calm, and Lampson felt a sense of peace as he looked at her.
Don't misunderstand, he just felt very safe with Sang Ning's current demeanor, as if nothing could stump her.
It was a strange feeling, but it was also his most genuine feeling right now.
As time ticked by, the audience grew increasingly anxious.
Why did it take so long to take my pulse this time? When will I finally get better?
[The problem must be quite serious, otherwise Sang Ning wouldn't have taken so long.]
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