Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1002 Reserved ([-])

Chapter 1002 Reserved ([-])

When He Shanshan was asked about her childhood, her breathing became tense and depressed for a moment.

"I came here once last year," she said with difficulty, feeling her throat was very dry and her heart was even more sore and tingling.

Doctor Shang: "..."

Doctor Shang looked at He Shanshan for a while, not knowing what to say.

He couldn't tell the people in front of him that he was dead, could he?
"Uh... more? Or less?" Dr. Shang tried his best to make up for the lack of focus just now.

He Shanshan's eyes were a little out of focus, and she replied, "It's normal."

"The sachet on your body is for adjusting your body, very good," Doctor Shang said.

He actually didn't know what kind of answer Yang Jiu wanted to give He Shanshan, so it was hard for him to say.

With her head down, He Shanshan pursed her lips: "Is it... there is no possibility of cure?"

Now that she has asked, she is ready to face it.

He Shanshan raised her head, looked towards Doctor Shang, and observed the other's expression without blinking.

She knew that many doctors would speak with reservations in order to ease the hearts of patients.

"It's hard to say," Dr. Shang thought of Yang Jiu and shook his head.

Sometimes, he looked at things that were absolutely [-]% sure, but sometimes in Yang Jiu's hands, he became inexplicably uncertain.

"Thank you," He Shanshan's heart was instantly cold, as if there was a hole, and the cold poured in, and she couldn't breathe.

When Dr. Shang said it was nicer, she said "it's hard to say", just to tell her not to despair, it's too sad.

He Shanshan closed her eyes and began to adjust herself.

Doctor Shang looked at He Shanshan, whose face turned pale after hearing his reply, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent.

"How much is the consultation fee?"

After a while, He Shanshan opened her eyes again, but she couldn't see the emotions she just showed.

"Six essays are enough," replied Dr. Shang.

He Shanshan took out six papers and handed them over, saying, "I'm here to see Yi, if anyone asks, please ask Dr. Shang to help keep it secret, thank you."

Doctor Shang nodded slightly.

He Shanshan turned around and walked out from the merchant's clinic.

Zhang Lang didn't give up, and stood on the opposite side of Tiantian Street waiting for He Shanshan. When he saw He Shanshan coming out, he immediately greeted her.

He Shanshan looked at Zhang Lang, and she was in a gloomy mood. In fact, she didn't want to talk to anyone at all, she just wanted to be alone.

"What's the matter?" He Shanshan looked indifferent, not at all curious.

But at this moment, she didn't even realize that her indifferent and distant appearance resembled Yang Jiu.

He Shanshan didn't know that she looked like Yang Jiu, but Zhang Lang who was standing opposite could tell.

The corner of Zhang Lang's mouth curled up into a wry smile, and he said, "Can I take a step to speak?"

"After all, I'm married, so it's inconvenient for me to be alone," He Shanshan explained.

Zhang Lang understood, He Shanshan didn't want to talk to him!
"Merchant Medical Center, may Miss He invite you here?" Zhang Lang asked directly.

He Shanshan raised her head and looked behind the door of the Zhang Family Medical Center, where a corner of her clothes was exposed. In fact, she had noticed Zhang Maoshi before she hid there.

"Why did Doctor Zhang say that?" The corners of He Shanshan's mouth curled up in a half-smile.

Zhang Lang made a bow: "You once said in the alley that 'you were looking out for my face', and then a business medical center appeared, so I have this association."

"Oh," He Shanshan chuckled, "I'm a little girl, but I don't have that much talent. I invited two retired chiefs from the imperial hospital to open a clinic in the town."

Zhang Lang frowned, feeling that what He Shanshan said was wrong.

(End of this chapter)