"I understand," Su Jing apologized. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
“You are Wanwan’s mother, and your intentions are all for her own good, so it’s alright,” said the Ghost Hand Doctor. “However, I’m preparing to start trying to give Wanwan acupuncture, so don’t be too anxious.”
“I’m alright. Taking care of three children every day has distracted me, so I’m not so anxious.” Su Jing sighed. “The one who’s suffering the most is Jingting. I heard from Zheng Ma that he’s been having insomnia these past few days, and sometimes he’s smoking on the balcony in the middle of the night.”
"This is a protracted battle, and there's nothing we can do about it." The Ghost Hand Doctor shook his head. "Jing Ting is a stubborn person, and we really can't persuade him."
"I'm worried that his body won't be able to handle it."
"I'll keep a close eye on him, for Wanwan's sake."
"Um......"
Around 10 p.m., Zhan Jingting returned to the master bedroom, where the "Ghost Hand Doctor" was administering acupuncture to Qiao Wanwan.
"How is it?" Zhan Jingting stepped forward and asked.
"Wanwan didn't react much on her first try, but that's normal."
"Okay," Zhan Jingting said, "I'm going to wash my face."
"Go."
Zhan Jingting turned to go to the bathroom, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped, held his head in his hands, and let out a painful groan!
"Jingting, what's wrong?" The Ghost Hand Doctor hurriedly got up and stepped forward. "Your head hurts again? Is it the pain from your illness acting up?"
Zhan Jingting endured the pain and said, "It seems so."
"Let me see." The Ghost Hand Doctor immediately helped him sit down, took his pulse, and then used silver needles to perform acupuncture.
After a while, Zhan Jingting's pain slowly subsided.
The legendary healer asked, "Jing Ting, haven't you been getting enough rest lately?"
Zhan Jingting leaned back in his sofa chair, his face a little pale. "I can't sleep."
"That's the problem. Although the poison in your body has been cured, the illness you had in your mother's womb is still there. You need to take good care of your body now, but instead you stay up all night. Even the best medicine can't suppress your symptoms."
"It was my oversight."
“I know you’re like this because of Wanwan, but Wanwan’s current situation can only be addressed step by step, slowly and patiently. We can’t rush it,” the Ghost Hand Doctor said earnestly. “In this process, we all need to take care of ourselves first so that we can take good care of Wanwan, right?”
"I understand." Zhan Jingting raised his hand to press his temples, which were throbbing slightly. "Prescribe me some sleeping pills."
"Alright, you do need to get plenty of sleep and take care of your health, but even the best medicine shouldn't be taken in excess, understand?"
"knew."
On the bed, Qiao Wanwan's left hand, which was pressed against the quilt, suddenly twitched at the tip of her index finger!
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