As soon as Luo Qing saw Yang Zimei, he hugged her shoulders excitedly, "Sister, thank you for saving my brother, thank you."
Yang Zimei smiled and said: "You're welcome, we agreed on the terms of exchange before."
"What kind of exchange is this? It is also my brother's dream to develop antique porcelain and research it if possible." Luo Qing shouted.
Yang Zimei looked at Luo Bai.
His mental state has improved a lot, and although his face looks very bad, it has begun to look normal.
Luo Bai looked at her with eyes that no longer dared to show any contempt, as if he were looking at a god.
She had obviously been sentenced to death by the hospital, but she only used those few silver needles to bring herself back from the brink of death. What an amazing talent and ability that was.
Yang Zimei entered the rest room with him, still used silver needles to put him to sleep, and then started treatment.
The process of the second treatment was much easier than the first, and it only took half an hour.
However, her energy was still depleted to a certain extent, and she still felt tired, but it was not as severe.
She told Luo Bai to go back and rest well, and then do a third acupuncture three days later, which would completely seal the cancer cells inside.
The two Luo Bai brothers left with great gratitude.
Yang Zimei saw signs of pregnancy appearing on Lin Qingmei's face, so she smiled and said: "Sister Qingmei, congratulations."
Lin Qingmei didn't know it yet, so she asked doubtfully: "Why?"
"You are going to upgrade to become a mother!"
"Really?" Lin Qingmei was overjoyed, stretched out her hand to touch her lower abdomen, and said suddenly, "No wonder I've been feeling a little different these past few days, Xiaomei, how did you know that I was pregnant?"
"Don't forget my profession. I am both a fortune teller and a doctor." Yang Zimei winked slyly and said, "And I can also figure out that it will be a big fat boy."
In fact, where is her calculation?
It's just based on what I saw in my previous life.
Lin Qingmei was happy and hurriedly went to find Song Xuan.
When Song Xuan heard this, his face also glowed with joy.
He is almost forty, so naturally he wants to have a child as soon as possible.
"Xiao Mei, when the child is born, you, the master, have to give him a good name yourself." Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei and said.
"That's for sure." Yang Zimei nodded, "Also, I will also give him a protective magical weapon so that he will be free from illness and trouble, and have a safe life."
"Thank you, Xiaomei."
Lin Qingmei was very excited.
As a woman, Lin Qingmei was naturally sensitive to Song Xuan's special feelings for Yang Zimei.
However, she also saw that Yang Zimei's feelings for Song Xuan were just for her husband. Moreover, there was a huge age difference between the two, and Song Xuan was also trying hard to start pouring his feelings into her.
She is not a stingy woman, so she doesn't care much about Yang Zimei's existence.
She had always believed that Song Xuan's heart would eventually return to her, but now that she had a child, it was even more different.
After coming out of Mo Xuan, Yang Zimei turned to the moat and summoned the drowned soul.
The dead souls came out, and the resentment they carried seemed to be reduced a bit, but it was still strong.
It seems that she still hasn't found three things that can move her or feel beautiful.
Yang Zimei sighed secretly in his heart and asked deliberately: "How? Did you find the other two items?"
"Only one thing was found -" the dead soul raised his head and looked at her and said, his tone less resentful and indifferent than before.