"What's wrong? What happened?" Merian was shocked and stopped.

"Look there, it's the man standing next to the flowerbed. How about it? Did you see it?" Because in F Country, Mouran pointed at people very impolitely, so Jian'er just raised her chin and signaled in the direction she pointed.

"Yes, what's wrong with him?" Merian asked inexplicably.

"Look at him carefully." Jane motioned Merian to observe carefully.

With a little suspicion, Merian observed carefully.

It was a man who looked about thirty years old, dressed in casual style, but with Merian's eyes, she could still see the luxury hidden in the casualness, especially the wrists he showed inadvertently when he walked. Merian's eyes flashed. Although it was a little far apart and didn't look very real, with Merian's experience in rolling in the luxury industry, she was at least 70% sure that the thing was absolutely valuable.

"How is it? Have you seen it clearly?" Jian'er asked in a low voice.

"Yes, a very tasteful man, and at present, he should be valuable." Merian nodded, and "estimated" this person with professional instinct, and then concluded that if this gentleman appeared in their store, he would definitely create considerable results for himself this month. This person is definitely the existence of the stock with high performance potential.

"Merian, I'm not talking about this." Jian'er instantly blackened. Dear, where did you look? Are you sure you have observed it carefully?

"What are you going to say?" Merian asked strangely.

"I mean, let you look at his legs and look carefully." Jian'er stroked her forehead, and she suddenly felt a little headache!

"I'm sorry, occupational disease." Merian's face heated up, and she knew that she was wrong, and she said a little embarrassedly. Then, as if she was about to change her embarrassment, she quickly turned her head and carefully observed the person Jian'er said.

When Merian saw this, she found something wrong. The man's feet seemed to have some problems, because his posture when walking was a little unnatural, giving people a feeling of long and short legs. But why did Song suddenly ask herself to see this? Wait a moment, there is something wrong with her legs. Could it be... Merian's heart moved, as if she suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly turned around and looked at Jian'er.

"Did you see it clearly this time?" Jian'er asked softly.

"Yes." Merian nodded vigorously. She felt her heart beating "bang" and an answer was about to come out, but she was not sure. She just looked at Jian'er with anticipation.

"Didn't you ask me before what can I recover from my little Vinson's legs?" Jian'er raised her chin, "According to the current situation, if there is no big accident, it should be similar to that person."

"Really?" Merian asked anxiously with a bright look.

"If nothing unexpected happens," said Jian'er. In fact, if he recovers well, Little Vinson's situation may be better than the one just now. However, I won't say about Jian'er. After all, Jian'er is at least 90% sure of being treated to the man opposite. If he defeats him, Jian'er will not be so sure. She doesn't need to give Merian higher expectations, and then put her at greater risk of disappointment, and finally make herself uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Song, I know how to choose." Merian said with a grateful look.

"Well, that's good." Jian'er nodded and did not continue to ask. Anyway, everything she should have said had been said. The only one who could help Little Vinson make the final decision was their parents.

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Back at Little Vincent's territory, Jian'er looked at Little Vincent, who was still smiling like a mouse who had only stolen the fishy oil. Dear, isn't it just a few snacks? Although the taste is acceptable, there is no need to show such an exaggerated look, right?

Although it is a very cruel thing to interrupt a child's "happy time", Jian'er has to sing this black face.

"Hi, Little Vincent, are you ready for the second treatment?" Jian'er walked up and rubbed Little Vincent's curly hair. Well, the feel is really good as ever.

The lethality of this sentence is indeed great. When Jian'er said this, Little Vinson's smile froze on his face instantly, and subconsciously shrank backwards.

"Yes, do we need to do what we do today?" Abel asked in a scroll. Although he felt very distressed about the painful look of Little Vinson when he was first treated, he couldn't resist the treatment. It would be a good deal to use a temporary pain to exchange for a better future.

"I'll ask the nurse for some gauze now." Merian then couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Ah, by the way, I almost forgot to ask, are we the only ones who are enough today? Do we want us to ask Dr. Brown and the others for help? Or we call our friends."

If Little Vinson's face had just turned stiff, then the corners of his mouth had already been pulled down, his two obvious small eyes were moist, and he looked drooling. In fact, Jian'er could already hear the little guy's sob.

Really, these two are not stepfathers and stepmothers possessed? I haven’t said anything yet. Why are these two so eager to scare their son? Didn’t you see that poor little guy almost crying?

"If Dr. Brown and the others want to come, just let them come over directly, but if it's help, there's no need. And you don't need gauze today. In fact, although it's a little uncomfortable, I promise that it won't hurt as much as it was during the first treatment. So brave little Vincent, you don't have to shrink back anymore, because if you shrink back, you will fall down to the bed." Jian'er reached out and bent her fingers and flicked her fingers on Little Vincent's forehead, and teased her.

"I didn't!" Little Vincent blushed, and then his chest thrust, "Little Vincent is a brave child, absolutely not afraid!"

"Okay, so brave little Vincent, are you ready for treatment that is better than the last time?" Jianer gently patted Vincent's shoulder and smiled. Then she signaled that if she wanted to call Dr. Brown and the others, she could go because she had to prepare for the treatment for a while. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!