Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1215 Zhan Mochen becomes Wen Lao’s test subject for An Yan’s sake
Seeing that these two people were crying so miserably, Mr. Wen didn't really say anything to drive them away.

And he was very curious, was Zhan Mochen really sick?
This tall man has sound limbs and a strong body, and does not look like he is sick.

After a while, An Yan's mood finally calmed down, and Zhan Mochen was finally able to calm down and explain to Mr. Wen the purpose of his ridiculous request.

"My wife has suffered so much for our children. As the father of our children, I cannot do nothing."

Zhan Mochen held An Yan's hand tightly and said his decision with a solemn expression: "I just want to bear the pain with her. I have to experience the sins she has suffered for her child one by one in order to feel at ease."

"In addition, Mr. Wen, you also said that Yan Yan's treatment is only [-]% sure. I can't let her take risks alone. You can try all the treatment methods used on her on me first, and then give them to her after making sure there is no danger. She uses it.”

After saying his request, Zhan Mochen held An Yan in his arms and leaned over to salute Mr. Wen again: "Since we are married, we have to live and die together. No matter what the outcome of this treatment is, I am willing to bear it with her." , Please also ask Wen Lao Chengquan!"

Wen Lao was shocked beyond words when he heard this sentence: "Since we are married, we must live and die together."

"you you……"

He looked at Zhan Mochen and wanted to say something, but couldn't for a moment.

He could understand that An Yan did not care about life and death for the sake of her children.

But can the love between a man and a woman really be so deep that one person is willing to risk his life for the other?
As an old man in his seventies or eighty, but who has never been romantically involved, Mr. Wen doesn't quite understand this kind of feeling of life and death.

But he was shocked.

He pondered for a moment and decided to leave this difficult question to An Yan.

Wen Lao looked at An Yan with a serious look: "Your husband means to use his own healthy body to test injections and medicines for you. But you are husband and wife, so I still want to ask you what you mean. What do you say?"

"I……"

An Yan raised her head and glanced at Zhan Mochen's determined expression, knowing that nothing she could say could stop him from staying.

She nodded to Mr. Wen: "Let him stay."

"what?"

Wen Lao thought An Yan would refuse, but he didn't expect her to agree so easily.

Wen Lao instantly fell into confusion again. Could it be that the relationship between this couple is actually one-way?
The husband loves his wife deeply, but the wife only loves the children?
Wen Lao thought about it and felt his head hurt.

No wonder the ancients said that deep love lasts forever. The relationship between men and women is so complex. It’s strange that they can live longer if they are immersed in it all day long!
Wen Lao thought sourly in his heart, got up and left: "Since you all agree, then I don't mind multiple living people being my test subjects, that's it."

"Thank you, Mr. Wen!"

Zhan Mochen's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, and he quickly thanked Mr. Wen.

Wen Lao didn't look back, he was thinking about trying out his newly created acupuncture technique.

……

The next day.

Zhan Mochen appeared in the treatment room with An Yan as promised.

Wen Lao also had a set of thick gold needles on his desk.

Zhan Mochen glanced at the densely packed golden needles, took off his shirt without changing his expression, and lay down on the treatment bed.

An Yan's eyes twitched and she looked at Mr. Wen nervously: "Lao Wen, you..."

Mr. Wen nodded slightly towards her, his eyes flashed slightly, but his tone was very cold: "Don't worry, these needles won't kill him."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

An Yan felt a little relieved and quietly went to the treatment room on the other side to wait.

Without An Yan watching by his side, Wen Lao's pressure suddenly became much less stressful.

Last night, An Yan came to him quietly and begged him to give her husband an acupuncture, just to make her husband feel at ease.Only then did Mr. Wen suddenly realize why An Yan agreed so happily.

Moved, he agreed.

As for whether the injection hurt or not, only he and Zhan Mochen knew.

Wen Lao pressed his fingers on Zhan Mochen's solid skin and praised: "The young man's body is really good, with well-proportioned texture, clear muscles and veins, and easy to find acupuncture points. It's really a good experiment!"

As he said that, Mr. Wen deliberately asked Zhan Mochen: "You are not sick, but you insist on me giving you an injection. If I make you crippled by the injection, you won't trouble me, right?"

Zhan Mochen's expression was calm and his eyes were unwavering: "No, as long as you can try your best to save An Yan, I will be grateful."

"Okay, this is what you said, don't blame me if the pain becomes unbearable for a while!"

After Mr. Wen finished speaking, he raised and lowered his hand, and a golden needle instantly pierced Zhan Mochen's body.

The thick golden needle pierced the skin, penetrated the flesh, and firmly penetrated deep into the texture.

Zhan Mochen couldn't help but shudder at the instant sting, but soon the sting quietly disappeared from his body.

Then, the second one, the third one...

The golden needles pierced his skin one after another, and Zhan Mochen's expression changed from a frown to confusion.

He looked at Mr. Wen: "Is the needle you gave me different from Yanyan's? Why don't I feel that much pain?"

Mr. Wen snorted disdainfully: "This is acupuncture, not poisonous needles. Have you ever heard of anyone who died from acupuncture pain?"

Zhan Mochen was still puzzled: "But Yan Yan..."

"She is a woman and pregnant, so she is sensitive to pain. You can easily bear the same level of pain, but she still has to suffer a little."

Mr. Wen explained a few words, a little impatiently: "I am giving you acupuncture, you are not allowed to speak!"

"..."

Zhan Mochen could only shut up silently.

It was obvious that this old miracle doctor had a bit of a weird temper, so it was best not to offend him.

Time passed little by little, and Zhan Mochen's strong body was covered with many golden needles, just like An Yan had before.

When Mr. Wen announced the end, Zhan Mochen finally relaxed.

This kind of treatment is painful, but it won’t be a big problem.

As long as An Yan can endure it, the treatment can continue.

Wen Lao had no time to care what Zhan Mochen was thinking. He washed his hands and walked to another treatment room while warning Zhan Mochen.

"By the way, get all your people away, otherwise I won't be blamed if someone disturbs my mind while I'm giving the acupuncture and I stick it in the wrong place."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Lao's figure disappeared in front of Zhan Mochen.

Zhan Mochen thought of Lao Dao who had sneaked into the treatment room, and quickly sent a signal to tell Lao Dao and the two bodyguards to stay away from the treatment room and wait outside.

In the treatment room on the other side, as soon as Wen Lao entered, An Yan immediately asked: "Wen Lao, how is he? Is he in pain?"

Seeing her nervous and worried look, Mr. Wen couldn't help but laugh: "There's no way an injection won't hurt, but it definitely won't hurt as much as you do, otherwise he would have rushed over and fought hard with me."

Hearing Mr. Wen's joking tone, An Yan felt at ease instantly.

As long as Zhan Mochen can accept this kind of treatment, he will no longer stop her from receiving treatment, nor will he lose his mind because of guilt.

She lay back with peace of mind: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, let's get started."

(End of this chapter)