Ximen Longting's stomach pain was getting worse day by day, and painkillers and analgesic injections were completely ineffective for him.
The doctor said that he had done everything he could, but if his condition continued to deteriorate, even the gods would not be able to save him.
But what can we do, just watch his condition get worse and worse?
"Western medicine is completely out of the question, and now we can only rely on traditional Chinese medicine." An old doctor suggested, "Chinese medical skills are profound and profound, and there are many precedents for curing cancer."
Jing Jiaren didn't dare to break down and grabbed the last chance: "I started giving him Chinese medicine ten days ago, but he didn't get any better?"
"The formulas of traditional Chinese medicine are different, and the effects are also different. Can you find any folk remedies?"
Home remedies...
When she was researching on the Internet, many people mentioned that traditional Chinese medicine remedies could cure cancer.
But this folk remedy is so easy to find!
A lot of people were worried about Ximen Longting's condition, but he was the only one who was extremely calm.
Every day when he is not sick, he opens the picture album and composes the pictures...
A look of concentration.
Once Jing Jiaren came closer, he would immediately close the album and not let her see it.
"Aren't they just some wedding dress designs," she said softly, "I won't do anything if I look at them?"
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"
"Why were you discharged?"
"Since I am lying in the hospital waiting to die, there is no need for me to waste my time here."
Jing Jiaren immediately pressed his lips: "That's nonsense, you won't die, you will definitely be cured."
Ximen Longting took off her hand: "I like to face reality."
Jing Jiaren's face trembled.
The next second, she was pulled into his arms, and his chest was hot, burning her face.
She wanted to cry and bit her lip desperately: "What should I do? What should I do?"
Ximen Longting held the back of her head: "Let's go do something we want to do, eh?"
"No, you have to stay for treatment. You can't go anywhere." Jing Jiaren's voice was stiff, "Promise me, none of us are allowed to give up until the last second!"
Wilson knocked on the door and brought a booklet over: "Master, this is what you want."
Ximen Longting took it over and opened the booklet: "Choose the style you like."
Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyes and flipped through the book.
There are all kinds of diamond ring styles inside...
There was a smile on Jing Jiaren's lips: "That's right. We will get married in the future. You are right to think so."
After turning a few pages, her fingers froze.
She raised her head suddenly: "It's not a wedding ring, is it?"
Ximen Longting stared at her secretly.
"Is this the ashes ring you wanted to buy for me in advance?" She stared at him sensitively and shouted.
He had asked her at the beginning if she liked gems or diamonds.
She casually said that she wanted a diamond, preferably a diamond ring...
Ximen Longting put his big palm on her head and stroked her, as if comforting a frightened pet: "It's not as serious as you think, just choose one."
"You think you can hide it from me? No choice!"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, I can't choose, I want you! I don't want a cold ashes diamond ring, please listen to me clearly!"
Ximen Longting frowned: "This is just in case."
Sickness comes like a mountain.
He was afraid that a sudden disaster would strike and he would not be able to prepare in time.
Jing Jiaren said stubbornly: "You will be fine, you don't need anything just in case!"