Mr.Ji, welcome!

"Mr. Ji..."

There was a weak voice of pay off Huan in the ward. Ji Fucheng pushed the door and entered. He saw pay off Huan sitting on one chair with a slightly white complexion. Even his pink lips lost their blood color at the moment.

"Are you okay?"

Pay off Huan shook his head. "My mother has been unconscious for too long. I just stimulated several important points in her brain with a silver needle and tested the muscles and veins of her whole body. It seems that my father has taken good care of my mother these years. The muscles are only slightly atrophied, and there is great hope of recovery."

Ji Deming opened his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, looked at his wife in bed, and looked at him incredibly, "you, what you said is true?"

Xiaohuan nodded slowly. Just now acupuncture has injected a lot of energy into her. At present, the whole person is still a little tired. "I still need to give my mother acupuncture for a week. After a week, I can see the effect!"

"Good, good!"

Ji Deming was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He had been praying for miracles for so many years. Now, miracles are about to appear. What's a week.

"Dad, I'll take Qing'er to have a rest first."

Ji Deming looked at Xiao Huan's small face, which was as big as a palm, and nodded painfully, "it's hard for Xiao Huan. Let's have a rest first."

There are not many patients in the sanatorium here. Ji Fucheng directly opened a ward next to Zhou Meng's ward.

"How do you feel now?" Jifu asked.

Xiaohuan nodded, "don't worry, it's all right. I'm a little hungry. When shall we go to dinner and go to Fengqi villa by the way."

"Don't worry. When things here are busy, Fengqi villa is not far from here and can't run."

Pay off Huan nodded. In the next few days, pay off Huan was acupuncture for Zhou Meng every day. By the way, he ground the rare Chinese herbal medicine collected from Gu Yixian's herbal medicine into powder.

The poison of "huangquan road" was still left on the other party. Xiaohuan made a small improvement on the previous antidote and fed it to Zhou Meng bit by bit.

"Mr. Ji, where is your hand?"

In order to take care of them, pay off Huan and Ji Fucheng live directly in the ward next door, but the bed in the ward is just a single bed. After lying down in Ji Fucheng, it is a little crowded. If pay off Huan lies down again, the two can only stick closely together.

She was worried that Jifu city would not adapt and wanted to find a hotel, but unexpectedly Jifu city didn't mind at all.

Tonight, Xiaohuan finally couldn't bear it. A little face looked at Ji Fucheng seriously, "Mr. Ji, if you do this again, I'll call!"

Instead of retracting his hand, Ji Fucheng tightened his slender waist a bit, "madam, this bed is so small. What if it falls down at night."

Looking at Ji Fucheng's righteous words, if it weren't for her restless hands to pinch her waist from time to time, she would almost believe it.

At present, Ji Deming and his wife live next door. Naturally, they dare not make any noise in this place. With a red face, they lowered their voice and said, "Mr. Ji, this is a nursing home!"

"I know."

Thank you:

No, you don't know.

Looking at the slightly childish side of Jifu City, Xiaohuan can only continue to persuade, "if my father hears it, I will die directly. Do you understand?"

"Small town!"

Suddenly, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. He was surprised and subconsciously pushed Mr. Ji with high height and long legs. If Ji Fucheng hadn't been agile, I'm afraid he would have rolled under the bed.

Ji Deming reacted after he knew it. He was a little embarrassed on his face, but he was more happy, "small town, your mother moved! Move! "