Zhan Jingting closed his eyes in pain.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go out first, lest Wanwan become suspicious." The Ghostly Doctor said as he walked out, "Intelligence is often harmful, and deep affection is short-lived..."
......
During her two-week trip abroad, Qiao Wanwan had a lot of work piled up, but she threw herself into it and quickly forgot about her sadness.
Zhan Jingting wanted to comfort her, but seeing that she was getting happier every day, he didn't say anything.
Time is always a good healer, it always has been.
He originally thought that he could spend the rest of his time with Qiao Wanwan.
It wasn't until he spat out that the mouthful of blood clearly reminded him that this was a pipe dream.
Zhan Jingting looked at the blood in his palm and subconsciously glanced around. Fortunately, he was alone in the living room and there was no one else around.
He hurriedly got up and rushed into the bathroom, washed the blood off his hands, and rinsed his mouth.
Zhan Jingting made sure he couldn't see anything unusual before he walked out of the restroom and ran into Zhan Yin.
"Oh my god, Uncle, you scared me!" Zhan Yin patted his startled heart. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my home, why can't I stay here?" Zhan Jingting retorted, and went straight upstairs.
Zhan Yin curled his lip and muttered to himself, "How could I not know this is your house? Tch..."
A few minutes later, Zhan Yin came out of the bathroom and hurriedly called Qiao Wanwan, "Where are you?"
"study."
"good!"
Zhan Yin hung up the phone and hurried upstairs into Qiao Wanwan's study.
Qiao Wanwan was handling official business. She glanced up at him, then continued looking down at her computer.
"It's the weekend today, aren't you going to make the most of it and go out and have some fun?"
"These are turbulent times, and I'm afraid I might be captured by bad guys and used to threaten you."
Qiao Wanwan chuckled, "Don't worry, if you get caught, I'll just have them kill you. You won't be a threat at all."
"Qiao Wanwan, you're just being stubborn. Actually, you love me the most, and you would never abandon me."
"Don't flatter me. Do you need something?"
"Of course something's happened, and it's big!" Zhan Yin pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. "Wanwan, my uncle isn't acting right!"
"Don't be so alarmed, what's wrong with Jingting?"
He's bleeding!
"What?" Qiao Wanwan suddenly stood up. "I'll go take a look!"
"Wait a minute!" Zhan Yin stopped her. "Keep your voice down, I'm not sure yet."
"What do you mean?" Qiao Wanwan frowned. "Didn't you just say Jing Ting was bleeding?"
"I just saw my uncle come out of the bathroom downstairs. Then I went in and saw a drop of blood on the sink that hadn't dried yet. It must be my uncle's," Zhan Yin analyzed. "But then I thought, no... Hey, Qiao Wanwan, where are you!"
Qiao Wanwan couldn't sit still any longer and went straight out of the study to the master bedroom, but she didn't see Zhan Jingting.
She turned and went next door, and sure enough, she saw Zhan Jingting playing with the third brother.
"Jingting," Qiao Wanwan stepped forward, "Are you injured?"
"No," Zhan Jingting denied. "Why do you ask that?"
Qiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. "Zhan Yin said he saw bloodstains on the sink and thought it was yours."
"It's not mine."
"That's good." Qiao Wanwan looked at his handsome face. "But your face looks a little pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
"Maybe he didn't sleep well last night."
"Then you should go and catch up on some sleep. I'll ask the kitchen to make you some nourishing soup... Never mind, I'll make it myself."
Zhan Jingting did not refuse, "Alright."
"I'm going now, you should take a nap."
"good."
After Qiao Wanwan left, Zhan Jingting followed her downstairs, but bypassed her and went to the pharmacy to find the "Ghost Hand Divine Doctor".
"Old man."
"Jingting, come here... Jingting, what's wrong!"
The "Ghost Hand Healer" exclaimed and rushed to support Zhan Jingting, who was falling forward, "Quick, sit down!"
After helping him sit up, the legendary healer immediately took his pulse, exclaiming, "How could this be...?"
Zhan Jingting's face grew paler and paler. "Has it gotten worse?"
"Yes, and they're coming on strong."
"I only have a little over a month left, it's normal for my condition to worsen," Zhan Jingting said painfully. "But I don't want Wanwan to see me like this..."
"I'll think of something..." The Ghost Hand Doctor was extremely anxious. "There must be a way..."
The quack doctor locked the door from the inside and began preparing the medicine.
"Grandpa," Zhan Jingting said weakly, lying on the sofa, "you have a way to alleviate my symptoms, don't you?"
"Yes, there is," the Ghost Hand Doctor said with difficulty. "Your condition is getting worse, and I can only increase the dosage of the medicine to suppress the poison in your body, but increasing the dosage also has side effects."
"It's alright." Zhan Jingting smiled. "As long as Wanwan doesn't notice anything unusual, I can bear any side effects, no matter how severe."
"I'll try my best to adjust the dosage."
Thank you.
After taking the medicine prepared by the "Ghost Hand Doctor," Zhan Jingting quickly fell into a deep sleep.
After covering him with a blanket, the quack doctor left.
He thought for a moment, then took the key, locked the door, and went to the front yard.
Qiao Wanwan came out of the kitchen and smiled brightly at him, "Master."
"Wanwan, I just ran into Jingting. He said he was going out for a bit and asked me to let you know."
"Okay, thank you, Master."
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