"What's the plan? Tell me!"
"You're crazy!" another doctor exclaimed. "This was rejected by the professor; you absolutely cannot try it!"
"We're in a desperate situation; we have to try everything!"
Wen Xue said impatiently, "You two stop playing games and just tell me what you're planning!"
"That's right. These kinds of genetic diseases are usually inherited from one of the parents. The young master's is a blood disease, so if a blood transfusion is possible, it might be able to cure the disease."
"A blood transfusion?" Wen Xue frowned. "Are there any successful cases?"
"Of course not. It was one of his proposals, but it was rejected by his advisor because he said he wanted to use the blood of a close relative. However, from a medical point of view, direct blood transfusions cannot be given to immediate family members; the risks are too great."
"The genetic disease was passed down from a direct relative, and it won't work without blood from another direct relative! Miss Wen, please believe me, as long as you give me time to research, I will definitely succeed. If you are willing to donate blood to the young master, you will definitely be able to save him!"
"I'm willing to donate blood to save my son!" Wen Xue said firmly. "Go ahead and do your research. Don't worry about funding. If you succeed, I will reward you handsomely!"
"Thank you, Miss Wen." The doctor was overjoyed. "I'm sure I'll succeed! For now, I'll need your and the young master's blood samples for my research."
"Okay, I'll get it to you as soon as possible."
......
Qiao Wanwan hadn't gone to school for several days, spending all her time in the basement researching medicinal herbs, repeatedly soaking silver needles in the herbs to conduct experiments.
Eleven's health was relatively stable, but he suddenly fell ill when he got up to use the bathroom that night!
Zheng Ma screamed in fright, "Someone come here! Quickly call the madam!"
Qiao Wanwan was startled awake from her sleep, hurriedly put on her clothes, and ran downstairs!
Eleven was carried back to bed and was writhing in pain.
"Don't be afraid during the National Day holiday, Sister Wanwan is here!"
While comforting him, Qiao Wanwan took out silver needles and gave him acupuncture.
Shiyi was covered in sweat. "Sister Wanwan, it hurts so much..."
"I know, just bear with it and don't move around, otherwise Sister Wanwan will prick the wrong spot."
"Mmm!" Eleven obediently endured the pain, but tears streamed down her face.
Qiao Wanwan was heartbroken and continued to administer acupuncture to him.
About ten minutes later, Eleven's complexion gradually improved.
"Eleven..." Qiao Wanwan removed the silver needles and hugged him tenderly, "How are you feeling now?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"It's good that the pain doesn't hurt anymore. You were the bravest person during the National Day holiday!"
"Sister Wanwan, I'm so tired."
"Then you go to sleep obediently, and your sister Wanwan will stay here with you."
"I want to sleep with Sister Wanwan."
“Okay, I’ll sleep with you.” Qiao Wanwan hugged him and lay down. “Close your eyes, and I’ll sing you a song.”
"good."
Zheng's mother watched from the side, her heart aching as she wiped away tears, and quickly turned and left.
Zhan Jingting sat in his wheelchair, quietly watching them. Only after Eleven fell asleep did he speak, "Wanwan, the child is asleep. Let's go back."
"I'm worried." Qiao Wanwan looked at Eleven's small hand tightly clutching her clothes and said, "I'll sleep here with him. You go back to your room."
"I'll stay here with you."
"The beds here are too small, and you're not used to them."
"I'm fine."
Qiao Wanwan sighed helplessly, "How about I carry Eleven to our room to sleep?"
Zhan Jingting frowned. "No, if he's this clingy, he'll do it again. What if he wants to sleep with us every day from now on?"
“Jingting, Eleven is your son. He needs his father’s love right now. You can’t just push him away like this,” Qiao Wanwan said seriously. “Besides, he’s so vulnerable right now. We need to take good care of him. This matter is settled. Let’s go.”
Zhan Jingting: "......"
Eleven was fast asleep. When she was picked up, she woke up slightly, but didn't open her eyes. Instead, she gripped Qiao Wanwan's clothes tightly with both hands and murmured, "Wanwan, stay with me..."
"Sister Wanwan is here, let's go to sleep."
The two carried the child back to the master bedroom. Zhan Jingting closed the door, looked at Eleven placed in the middle of the bed, and frowned, saying, "He's sleeping in the middle?"
"Otherwise what?" Qiao Wanwan retorted. "Are you suggesting he sleep next to you? What if he rolls off the bed?"
Zhan Jingting didn't argue with her. "It's too late today, let's go to sleep first, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"good."
After the lights were turned off, the master bedroom fell silent.
After a long while, the man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him in the warm yellow light of the sleep lamp.
The man's lips curved slightly as he reached out and gently touched the girl's face.
"Hmm..." Qiao Wanwan, still half asleep, raised her hand to push him away. "Stop fooling around, go to sleep."
"Wanwan, thank you." The man's deep voice slowly sounded, "Thank you for being willing to marry me."
"Um......"
......
The next day.
When she woke up on November 11, she found herself sleeping in the master bedroom. She was very happy and boasted to everyone she met, "I slept with Sister Wanwan last night!"
Zhan Yin's lips twitched. "What's so great about her? I go to school with her every day."
"That's all that matters, you can't sleep with Sister Wanwan anyway!" Eleven said, hands on his hips. "According to seniority, you should call me Uncle!"
Zhan Yin almost thought he was hallucinating. "What did you say?"
"You call Sister Wanwan 'Auntie,' and I'm her younger brother, so of course you should call me 'Uncle'!"
Zhan Yin: "......"
Qiao Wanwan laughed until her stomach hurt. "That makes perfect sense, Zhan Yin, hurry up and change your tune."
"This kid's gone mad! I'm your brother, and you actually dare to make me call you 'Uncle'!"
Eleven complained, "Sister Wanwan, Xiaoyin doesn't respect me!"
Zhan Yin was so angry he was about to hit him, "You little brat, who do you call Xiao Yin? You think I'm being disrespectful?"
The two of them were playfully bickering, which suddenly made the huge Wutong Bay much more lively.
The morning classes were important, and Qiao Wanwan didn't want to miss them, so she and Zhan Yin prepared to leave after breakfast.
"Aunt Zheng," Qiao Wanwan instructed, "I'll be back for lunch, only a few hours. Take good care of Shiyi, tell the doctor not to slack off, and call me if anything happens."
"Don't worry, Madam."
Qiao Wanwan thought for a moment and then said, "Eleven had a relapse last night. We should at least tell Wen Xue. She has the right to know. Why don't you call her later? If she wants to come see Eleven, that's fine too. We have no reason to stop her."
"Yes, madam."
After finishing her classes, Qiao Wanwan went home on time at noon.
Before even entering the house, I was greeted by Wen Xue, who was coming out.
Both of them stopped in their tracks. Qiao Wanwan was the first to greet them, "You've seen the National Day holiday?"
"Hmm." Wen Xue looked her over. "Would it be convenient for us to chat for a bit?"
“Of course,” Qiao Wanwan said. “This way, please.”
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