Life is always very fast like this. Patients on both sides of the hospital villa are moving around, and they have to comfort themselves that their kissing girlfriend has allocated their private time to those irrelevant people. She is neglected and becomes dark-faced. Jian'er has been living a bit worried these days.

Fortunately, the treatment for Xiao Vincent was finally over today. At least the treatment she had to complete was completed. The rest of the recovery and rehabilitation, Jian'er took a look. Although all the methods of xxx hospitals are very different from those of our doctor, they ended up with the same goal. At least it would be enough to deal with Xiao Vincent's situation.

So Jianer waved her hand and took the gratitude of Merian's family, leaving behind Dr. Clark and Dr. Brown, who were more confused as they looked, went straight away. Just when she thought of the two dark circles on the faces of these two doctors who could be considered absolutely authoritative in their field, Jianer wanted to be happy.

Because she has heard Melian talk to her privately these days, that the two doctoral gentlemen were almost fooled by Jian'er.

Looking at Little Vincent's legs, it was not only visible to the naked eye, but also proved by their various scientific instruments (this was agreed by Jian'er. As long as there is no medicine, they can check Little Vincent's condition as much as possible). Little Vincent's legs went from being necrotic to amputated, and now it looks, at least in their examination results, it was just an ordinary small fracture, but this recovery was not so good, and it may leave some sequelae. However, such a result is much better than the need for direct amputation before.

But God used to testify that they really couldn't figure out how many needles were just pricking the left and right on the human body, and didn't even take medicine. How could this disease be cured?

The needle-punching man seems to have a certain connection with the recovery of Little Vinson's legs, but no matter how they think, they just can't figure out why. In their eyes, how do these two things are absolutely irrelevant? How do the needles work?... This is obviously seen from the beginning and the end, but the more they see it, the more they don't understand it (Jian'er: It would be strange if you can understand it just by looking at it). This is really a huge torture for them who are obsessed with medical skills. It is strange that they toss and turns to sleep for several days in a row.

However, Jane had only one thought in her mind about Dr. Clark and Dr. Brown, that is, it’s right!

I told you to look down on Doctor Z, I told you to keep silent and call me a witch doctor, saying that I am a liar, and retribution is coming, so we can see it, and I can't figure it out, and I will suffocate you to death!

With a little smugness and a little bit of comfort after the prank was successful, Jian'er couldn't help laughing like a cat who had just stole a fishy cat, and she was in a good mood all day long. This good mood continued until the night when she had the final recurrence for Miss Catherine.

It was a coincidence today, because it was not only the last time Little Vincent was treated today, but also the day when Miss Catherine finished treatment. If nothing unexpected happens, Jane will finally be fine after today.

************************************************************************************************************************

It was still the basement, but this time the door of the basement was not as tight as before, and the materials and utensils inside had been cleaned up by well-trained servants. Because Miss Catherine was pregnant, the basement was not burned with incense or anything else, but a faint and refreshing fruity fragrance drifted.

With Jian'er's nose, of course, she could smell the fresh fruity aroma that was not from chemical blends such as air fresheners, but was made directly from fresh fruits. It was probably made by these blood clans who were not short of money. After all, for these blood clans who could no longer eat their own essence, they could still make some styles, and only these small details of life left. However, Jian'er didn't say anything. She was not short of money and could also get the advantage of her. What else could she have to say?

"Congratulations, keep it like this. If nothing unexpected happens, the baby should be born smoothly." Gently retracted his little hand, and under the nervous gaze of Prince Donald and Count Dracula, Jian'er announced with a big smile.

"Really, is it true?" Miss Catherine covered her chest with one hand and carefully protected her abdomen with the other hand, still feeling a little disbelief in her excitement.

"It's true." Jian'er nodded affirmatively, and was not angry at Miss Catherine's questioning, because she could see that Miss Catherine was just too happy to believe the facts she heard.

"You, have you arrived? Donald, our child..." Miss Catherine clenched Prince Donald's hand excitedly.

"Yes, yes, I heard it." Prince Donald gently stroked Miss Cather's hair over and over again. Although he tried hard to maintain his noble elegance and reserve, the uncontrollable excitement in his eyes and the uncontrollable trembling palm had already leaked his excitement.

"Song, we really don't know how to thank you. You are me and the benefactor of our Bruch tribe," carefully held Miss Catherine's hand, Prince Donald thanked Jane solemnly and made a promise, "Satan is above you, you will always be a friend of our Bruch tribe. We owe you a kindness! If we have any help in the future, we will do our best."

"Yes, yes, I heard it." Prince Donald gently stroked Miss Cather's hair over and over again. Although he tried hard to maintain his noble elegance and reserve, the uncontrollable excitement in his eyes and the uncontrollable trembling palm had already leaked his excitement.
Chapter completed!