Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 400 Miss Sick VS Dude (38)

South Pavilion.

"Cough cough cough."

Nan Wan covered her mouth, and there was a trace of blood on her hand.

"Miss, it's time to eat."

Sutang pushed open the door and set the meal.

"Let it go!"

Nan Wan withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, pretending that nothing happened: "I'll wait."

"Miss."

Sutang insisted: "I'll watch you eat."

"Then bring the medicine here first, and I'll drink it later."

This was the first time the other party took the initiative to drink medicine.

Sutang was delighted to hear the words, and agreed without saying a word.

After she left, Nan Wan quickly wiped off the blood on her hands with a handkerchief.

"System, how long can I live?"

When she asked this sentence, she looked very calm, as if she was not asking about life and death.

[Half a year. 】

The system hesitated for a moment and gave a conservative answer.

This is already the best expectation.

For this answer, Nan Wan was not surprised at all.

After all, before coming, she was ready.

This body itself is at the end of its strength, and to be able to struggle for another half a year is already excellent to some extent.

【Host. 】

The system hesitated and asked: [Do you want to buy props? 】

Except for the fact that the host used the props a few times before starting the mission, he never used them again.

It seems that subconsciously, the other party doesn't like to rely on foreign objects, unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Need not."

Nan Wan shook his head: "Props can only prolong the lifespan of a few years at most."

The system didn't say anything and went offline soon.

"Miss, here comes the medicine."

Sutang walked in cautiously carrying the medicine bowl.

"Ah."

Nan Wan took it and drank it down.

Seeing her drink, Sutang heaved a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed a lot.

No matter what happens in the future, my young lady looks pretty good now, and maybe she will get better little by little in the future.

Sutang took the empty medicine bowl, turned and left.

"Cough cough cough."

Almost at the same time she stepped out of the room, Nan Wan coughed uncontrollably.

"Hold on."

Chu Jin walked in with a smile, but when she saw the blood on the corner of the other party's mouth, the smile on her face froze.

"I am fine."

Nan Wan hurriedly wiped off the blood on her face and explained.

Chu Jin strode in with a gloomy expression.

"Are you all right?"

Chu Jin said angrily: "If I don't find out, are you planning to keep it from me?"

It was clear that they had only communicated with each other not long ago, but the other party refused to tell him even such an important matter, and even wanted to hide it from him.

Chu Jin felt sour in her heart.

Is he that bad?
"I didn't intend to keep it from you."

Nan Wan held his hand: "I just don't know how to speak."

After all, the truth is too cruel for Chu Jin.

Chu Jin reached out tremblingly to wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, the bright red sting made his eyes hurt badly.

"How long has this been the case?"

"One month."

"One month?"

Thinking of this month, the other party was in such pain but still insisted on helping, Chu Jin felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Snapped."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, slapped himself hard, and cursed himself in his heart: "Chu Jin, you are simply not human."

"Chu Jin."

Nan Wan's pupils shrank slightly, and he reached out to stop it.

"sorry."

Chu Jin said in a low voice.

In the Chu Mansion, Nan Wan was the one he was most sorry for.

The other party has paid so much for him, yet he still flirts with her and finds fault with her every now and then.

If he hadn't been so messed up before, the other party might have less to worry about, and the situation wouldn't be as serious as it is now.

"this is not your fault."

Hearing the other party's apology, Nan Wan's nose was slightly sour.

It's nobody's business.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are a constant in the world.

Chu Jin never owed her from the beginning to the end, so there is no need to apologize.

(End of this chapter)