Finding her own voice, enduring the bitterness in her heart, Wen Qing spoke calmly.
She calmly but bravely looked at Qi Sheng.
Across Ai Li, Qi Cheng's deep eyes were also looking at her.
In his eyes, there was bottomless depth, the surging dark waves churned with complex emotions, and the flash of affection and pain made Wen Qing's nose sour, and her eyes almost turned red.
"Understood." A cold voice.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, blinked her eyes hard to dispel the sadness, and then raised her head, only to see Ai Li's figure walking in after pushing the door.
"Yuanyuan, I..." I couldn't help but still had red eyes, Wen Qing lowered her head and pressed the corners of her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm still not that strong..."
Sighing, Xia Qiu reached out to wrap her shoulders.
"Then leave everything to me."
Originally, she wanted to push the Wen family ahead of her, but since Wen Qing had lost control of her emotions, she should do these things by herself.
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In the ward, the instrument made a "di-di-" sound, and zigzag ripples drew undulating lines on the heart rate instrument.
Xia Qiu took a look, and besides Qi Sheng and Ai Li, there was only a middle-aged woman left.
Wearing a dark cheongsam, the woman took good care of herself, but the fine lines around her eyes betrayed her age.
"Xiao Sheng, you and Ai Li go out first." The woman looked at Xia Qiu and Wen Qing, and broke the silence in the ward.
"Mom..." Qi Cheng looked at the woman without moving.
"Go out. Do you want me to say it again?" The woman didn't have a serious tone, but as soon as the words came out, Qi Cheng stood there clenching his fists for a long time, and finally left the ward.
"Sheng! What is Wen Qing here for? I always have a bad feeling." After being kicked out of the ward, Ellie couldn't help asking in the corridor.
Qi Cheng sat on the long bench by himself, lowered his eyes, and didn't say anything, because he... could feel that something was going on, but he didn't know about it.
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"Do you have a way to save the old man?" Qi's mother looked at Wen Qing indifferently, but it was obvious that Wen Qing was not someone who could save people, so she finally looked at Xia Qiu.
"No hurry, let me see the situation of Mr. Qi first."
Xia Qiu took up the topic, walked over naturally, sat on the side of the hospital bed, and put his hand on old man Qi's withered wrist.
"Chinese medicine?" Qi's mother narrowed her eyes and looked at Wen Qing. This time she was asking Wen Qing.
"Qi... Auntie, be safe and don't be impatient. Let's talk about it in detail after Yuanyuan sees the situation." The woman has been pampered all the year round, and the pressure of questioning made Wen Qing look away.
And all along... Women always treat her with a smile, and there has never been such alienation.
Nodding, the woman seemed to be aware of her impatience, and turned her attention back to Xia Qiu, and there was a moment of silence in the ward.
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After traveling through so many worlds, there will naturally be more and more small methods. This kind of Chinese medicine consultation is just the simplest one.
The ancient medicine is extensive and profound, and it has declined until now. Those who are so-called Chinese medicine know only a superficial understanding.
But Xia Qiuhui's medical skills were discovered by herself. They are also the meridian structure that she has inspected in the world of cultivating immortals, and the other is the large library collected by Peter.
She simply listened to old man Qi's pulse and wanted to see his physical condition.
But Mr. Qi's current situation is even worse than she thought. His pulse is weak and seemingly absent, and he is obviously dying.
And the small blood in the brain is still constantly colliding, even if you hang your life with Lingquan water, it will probably only be delayed for ten and a half months, and the symptoms will not be cured.