Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Because you love too hard."

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Ximen Longting's stomach pain was increasing day by day, and painkillers and painkillers were completely ineffective for him.

The doctor said that he did everything he could, but even if his condition continued to deteriorate, even gods would not be able to save him.

But what can be done, watching his condition get worse and worse?

"Western medicine is completely gone, and now we can only go to Chinese medicine." An old doctor suggested, "Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and there are many precedents for curing cancer."

Jing Jiaren didn't dare to break down, and seized the last chance: "I started giving him traditional Chinese medicine ten days ago, but it hasn't improved yet?"

"The formulas of traditional Chinese medicine are different, and the effects are also different. Can you go to the folks to find any folk remedies?"

Remedies...

When she checked online, many people mentioned that traditional Chinese medicine can cure cancer.

But this folk remedy is so easy to find!

A bunch of people were anxious about Ximen Longting's condition, but only he himself was extremely calm.

Every day when he is not sick, he opens the picture album to compose...

A look of concentration.

Once Jing Jiaren approached, he would immediately close the album and not let her see it.

"Isn't it just some design drawings of wedding dresses," she said softly, "It won't matter if I look at it?"

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Why did you leave the hospital?"

"Since lying in the hospital is waiting to die, I don't need to waste my time here."

Jing Jiaren immediately pressed his lips: "Nonsense, you won't die, you will be cured."

Ximen Longting took off her hand: "I like to face reality."

Jing Jiaren's face trembled.

The next second, she was pulled into his arms, his chest was hot, ironing her face.

She wanted to cry, and bit her lip desperately: "What should I do? What should I do?"

Ximen Longting hugged the back of her head: "Do something we want to do, huh?"

"No, you have to stay for medical treatment, you can't go anywhere." Jing Jiaren's voice was stale, "Promise me, none of us will give up until the last second!"

Wilson knocked on the door and came over with a brochure: "Master, what you want."

Ximen Longting took it over and opened the brochure: "Choose a style you like."

Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyes and flipped through the booklet.

There are all kinds of diamond ring styles...

There was a smile on the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth: "That's right, we will get married in the future, so you're right to think so."

After turning a few pages, her fingers froze.

She looked up sharply: "It's not a wedding ring, is it?"

Ximen Longting stared at her darkly.

"Is this the ashes ring you bought for me in advance?" She stared at him sensitively and shouted.

He had asked at the beginning whether she liked gems or diamonds.

She said casually that she wanted a diamond, preferably a diamond ring...

Ximen Longting's big palm clasped her head and stroked it, like comforting a frightened pet: "It's not as serious as you think, just choose one."

"Do you think you will hide it from me? Don't choose!"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, I won't choose, I want you! I don't want any cold ashes diamond ring, you hear me clearly!"

Ximen Longting frowned: "This is just in case."

Illness comes like a mountain.

He was afraid that a sudden disaster would strike, and he would not have time to prepare for it.

Jing Jiaren said stubbornly, "You'll be fine, you don't need anything just in case!"