If Shen Ning had checked her pulse and given her some medicine or acupuncture and massage, she might still believe it. After all, she had witnessed with her own eyes that the old man's legs were under her massage and acupuncture. There has been improvement.
Maybe it's true that this girl has some skills in massage and acupuncture.
But forget about the magic pillow.
However, Mr. Bo seemed very satisfied and said to Shen Ning: "Okay, okay, then come back tomorrow and remember to bring the medicine pillow!"
tomorrow
Shen Ning was stunned for a moment, but still nodded in agreement.
Mrs. Bo's face suddenly turned bad, and her mood was extremely low.
She finally understood that the old man didn't want this girl to bring any medicine pillow. It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking to this girl and was trying every means to create opportunities for this girl and his son to meet.
He was actually used as a gun by the old man.
She was feeling unhappy when she heard the old man say again: "Girl, your medical skills are so great, why don't you show it to my grandson?"
Hearing this, Shen Ning was startled again, and couldn't help but raise her head to look at Bo Moyan, who was sitting on the sofa opposite.
Is he sick too
Mrs. Bo's face sank and she shouted: "Dad!"
She winked at Mr. Bo repeatedly.
Before Shen Ning could understand what was going on, Bo Moyan had already stood up from the sofa, his tall figure covering Shen Ning's body like a huge shadow.
He turned around coldly and walked out.
"You bastard, stop!" Mr. Bo shouted.
Bo Moyan didn't seem to hear anything, and he walked out of the living room in a blink of an eye, with fast and big steps, and closed the door with a bang.
Soon, the roar of a motor was heard outside the door.
His off-road vehicle sped out like a straying arrow.
You can see clearly from the long floor-to-ceiling windows.
Mrs. Bo stood up from the sofa in a hurry, stamped her feet and complained: "Dad, why are you bringing this up so well? Isn't this an obvious way to irritate him?"
Mr. Bo looked a little embarrassed, and seemed a little guilty and regretful, but he still said firmly:
"Xiao Ning is a miracle doctor. What's wrong with me asking her to treat that brat? What if Xiao Yan can cure his problem?"
Mrs. Bo said without even thinking: "This is impossible! Even the top doctors in the world can't do anything. What can a little girl like her do? Dad, you trust others too easily."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo became unhappy.
He scolded with a straight face: "What are you talking about! What do you mean by someone else? Is Xiao Ning someone else? She is my future granddaughter-in-law, your unmarried daughter-in-law!"
When Mrs. Bo saw that the old man was angry, she lowered her head and stopped talking.
Mr. Bo huffed and glared at Mrs. Bo, but he did not continue the topic.
Shen Ning was full of doubts and it was not convenient to ask.
Now she could conclude that Bo Moyan was really sick.
But where did he get sick
She thought about it.
She came to Bo's house every day for the past three days and saw him every time, especially today when she had dinner at the same table. He was sitting opposite her. As long as she raised her eyes, she could see his stern and cold face.
Although she didn't look deliberately, every expression on his face did not escape her eyes.
She couldn't help herself not noticing him.
Because every time she saw his face, she couldn't help but think of Mo Chuan, the man she loved engraved in her bones in her previous life.