Song Xixi opened his hand and said solemnly: "Mr. Sheng, doctors are kind-hearted, I will not joke about the patient's life."

"No need to worry, you go and rest first, I will call my doctor." Sheng Yanyi has always had a fixed private doctor, the kind who is always on standby at 24 o'clock.

After saying that, Sheng Yanyi took out his cell phone and called Dr. Zhao. Before the phone could be called, Song Xixi reached out to take away the phone. "He has been treating you for so long, and your disease has not improved at all. Didn't you think about changing a doctor?"

Sheng Yanyi took the conversation, "You said too, my disease is a chronic disease."

"It's a stubborn disease, but it's not a helpless disease." After being a queen for a long time, her words naturally brought her majesty, "Sit down!"

The severe pain made Sheng Yanyi lose the ability to resist, and she let Song Xixi help him sit down, "You are dead, it will not do me any good. On the contrary, I can still pay my life for my life, and I will not do such a stupid thing."

Sheng Yanyi looked at her secretly through the European-style floor-standing mirror.

Song Xixi lowered her head and stared at his head. There was a calm and composed confidence between her eyebrows and eyes, as if acupuncture and treatment for him was an ordinary trivial matter.

It was hard to say why, seeing her so calm and composed, he calmly handed his life to her hands.

All the things that reason are fed to dogs.

What surprised Sheng Yanyi was that Song Xixi knew all the acupoints of the human body very well and did not need to spend time carefully looking for the acupoints. She stabbed the needle into the Waiguan point, Zulinqi point, Houxi point, Shugu point...

She applied the needle very quickly, so fast that Sheng Yanyi could hardly see how she started. In less than two minutes, Sheng Yanyi saw that his head was filled with fine needles in the ground-falling mirror.

When he was acupuncture, he seemed to have been given anesthetic and completely lost consciousness. He could not feel any pain.

The severe pain on his head was like a fierce tide, and he rushed forward without any strength to fight back and was letting the vortex swallow it. Song Xixi handed him a clean piece of silk cloth, "Bite! Don't bite off your tongue."

Sheng Yanyi: "..."

Seeing that Sheng Yanyi refused to answer, Song Xixi threw the silk cloth aside and continued, "Hold on it, it will be fine for a while."

Song Xixi gently turned the fine needle. After a few minutes, Sheng Yanyi felt that the severe pain was relieved a lot...

After about twenty minutes of touching, Sheng Yanyi's tense expression soothed a lot and slowly opened her eyes.

Song Xixi asked while pulling out the needle, "How do you feel now? Isn't the head hurt anymore?"

"Well, it's much better." Sheng Yanyi's eyes turned to the ground-falling mirror and looked at Song Xixi in secret.

Over the years, he has tried acupuncture treatment. Who can cure his illness is not well-known in the medical field. What impressed him was an old Chinese doctor named Deng. His acupuncture technique was very good and he didn't need to spend time looking for acupuncture points. The person who was acupuncture could not feel the pain.

The old doctor Deng was over 70 years old, practiced acupuncture for decades, and had a lot of clinical experience. It is not surprising that he had such unique skills, but Song Xixi was only in his early twenties.

"Who did you learn the acupuncture technique?" Sheng Yanyi, who had never cared about others, couldn't help but gossip.

"I'm not convenient to tell the teacher where he is." If she was honest, Sheng Yanyi would probably send her to a mental hospital overnight.

Although she has not been here for a long time, she also knows that the people here advocate science and break superstitions and are absolutely impossible to believe in the absurd and strange things like resurrecting the soul through corpses.

Since she didn't want to say it, Sheng Yanyi didn't force her and looked back at her, "Thank you!"

Song Xixi didn't look at him and focused on disinfecting the needle. "Mr. Sheng, verbal thanks are the same as blank checks."

Sheng Yanyi's deep eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This was the first time that someone dared to ask him for benefits in this way.

The kind that doesn't even have a slight twitch.

“I never had the habit of writing blank checks.”

Sheng Yanyi stared at her side quietly, her long soft hair draped over her shoulders, and her gaze moved slightly downward, landing on her collarbone.

He had never seen any woman's clavicle that was so delicate and beautiful, and suddenly remembered a popular word on the Internet recently: clavicle raising fish.

Looking further down, the mulberry silk nightgown outlines a perfect figure with a nimb-headed body, with a slender waist not enough to hold it. Then looking down, the long legs are straight and slender, and the milk and snow-skinned are shiny.

Exquisite collarbone, slender waist and long legs... I have to say that this woman grows in his aesthetic view without any fault.

Sheng Yanyi drew his gaze back and said, "Tell me, what do you want? Within my ability, you can meet one condition."

Song Xixi paused for a moment and looked at him in disbelief, "Any conditions are OK?"

"As long as it's not illegal, as long as I can do it." Sheng Yanyi paused, and slowly spoke and added: "Also, it's not me."

Song Xixi's smile suddenly stopped. Although she knew that there were many women who wanted to become Mrs. Sheng, not everyone was OK?

At least, she is not on the list.

"Mr. Sheng, you're over-concerned!" Song Xixi put the needle back into the wooden box and said in a low voice: "My medical treatment is to hope to stay in the West Hospital."

This is the benefit she wants to ask him for? A hint of surprise flashed in Sheng Yanyi's eyes, "Are you sure?"

Song Xixi nodded vigorously, "I'm sure. Mr. Sheng, don't worry, I won't disturb you."

"Since that's the case..." Sheng Yanyi's tone slowed down for a half beat, "When you go out, turn right, you can live there."

Turn right out the first room?

Wouldn't that beside Sheng Yanyi, just separated by a wall?

Song Xixi suspected that she had heard it wrong and confirmed to him and asked, "Are you sure you let me live in your next room? Didn't you just say that a lonely man and a widow need to avoid suspicion?"

Sheng Yanyi looked up and glanced at her faintly, "You move out of the West Courtyard to truly avoid suspicion."

"No..." Alas, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Song Xixi, who is well versed in the way that a real man can bend and stretch, squeezed out a smile, "Everyone knows that Mr. Sheng, you are a gentleman who is calm and you are not confused. Others dare not gossip."

"Be clean and keep yourself clean? Don't be confused?" Sheng Yanyi frowned slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The rumors should not be believed."

Song Xixi: "…"

It took a long time later that when Yeye was trapped under someone and tortured, Song Xixi felt what rumors meant to be unbelievable.

Sheng Yanyi said again: "Now the weather is getting colder and it is easy to get sick. You can live next door to treat the disease."

"No, when did I say that I will treat you in the future?" Song Xixi choked, and when he heard his tone, he wanted to be on call.

I wonder when will the empress of Dashun Dynasty fall into the situation of serving others?

Look at her face full of unwillingness, so don't act too obviously.

Sheng Yanyi curled her lips and smiled, but her smile flew in a flash, and quickly switched to the topic, "I heard that you want to terminate the engagement with Tingchen."
Chapter completed!