She stood up with a smile: "I'll give you three hours. If you think about it, please give me a reply. After three hours, if I don't receive your reply, I will assume that you have given up on this transaction and I will find another one."
The media addresses this matter."
Of course, it would be best if Han Dong agreed.
It hurts to backhand you in the face with the media that Wang Yuer found.
If it doesn't work, she can only think of another way.
Back in the car, Zhu Chun wondered: "Do you think this person will really agree?"
"If Han Dong was a smart man, he wouldn't refuse."
Cheng Lu was right. Within an hour, Han Dong called.
"I think you should go see my wife first. If you don't understand the situation, you can't boast about Haikou, right?" Han Dong said, "I'll wait for you where I was just now."
Cheng Lu hung up the phone, shook the phone, and smiled at Zhu Chun: "Let's go."
Zhu Chun wore a wig and a pair of glasses, making her look even more inconspicuous, just like a little assistant.
The two got into Han Dong's car together.
Only then did Han Dong discover that Cheng Lu turned out to be a pregnant woman.
His tense expression softened a lot: "There is a soft pillow behind you, you can lean on it."
"You can't tell that Mr. Han is still a very meticulous man."
"My wife has been pregnant before, of course I know."
This should have been a joyful topic, but when Han Dong mentioned it, the atmosphere in the car suddenly solidified.
Cheng Lu: "Thank you."
She didn't say anything further.
Soon, Han Dong's home arrived.
As soon as he opened the door, Han Dong was shocked: "Huijun!!"
He rushed into the room, hugged his wife who was trying to commit suicide, and took the dagger from her hand. He Huijun had already cut her wrist open, blood flowed all over the floor, and her clothes were dyed red.
Before she lost consciousness, she closed her eyes towards her husband who was holding her tightly, and shed two lines of hot tears: "Why did you save me... Wouldn't it be better to let me die? What's the point of living like this?"
"Huijun, Huijun... stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital."
Han Dong burst into tears.
Cheng Lu stepped forward: "No need to worry."
Zhu Chun quickly understood what she meant, took out a healing potion and a recovery potion from the box he carried with him, and drank them directly to He Huijun.
Zhu Chun had done this kind of thing before, and his movements were skillful and neat.
Before Han Dong could protest, He Huijun had already taken both potions.
Cheng Lu was extremely satisfied.
Zhu Chun shrugged: "I studied with the nursing team in the medical center for a while, it's not difficult."
"Good job." Cheng Lu praised.
After taking two potions, the wound on He Huijun's wrist healed unexpectedly, and his originally pale face gradually regained its vitality.
"Mr. Han, bring your wife some palatable soft food."
"Is milk porridge okay?"
"Okay." Cheng Lu nodded.
Han Dong immediately went to prepare, brought milk and porridge, cleaned the room, and gave He Huijun a new set of clothes. Cheng Lu and Zhu Chun waited in the living room, and waited until He Huijun finished eating before they started again.
Enter the room.
The medicine took effect and he ate nutritious food. Now He Huijun's mind is much more stable.
"My husband just told me, can you really... cure me?" He Huijun's eyes were full of doubt.
She has been disappointed countless times.
I have been to many famous doctors at home and abroad and many well-known large hospitals, but the result is still the same.
If she hadn't been so desperate, she wouldn't have committed suicide.
She is only twenty-eight years old and in her prime years.
Cheng Lu looked into those weathered eyes: "He Huijun, don't you remember me?"
He Huijun squinted her eyes and stared at her face for a long time, thinking for a long time. Then she suddenly called out softly: "Ah! It's you... you are the daughter of the Cheng family!"
"Yes, we met several times in social situations many years ago, and you came to my rescue at that time. Thank you." She smiled softly.
He Huijun is not considered top-notch beautiful, and the He family is only from an ordinary well-known family.
But He Huijun is gentle, elegant, well-educated, and is at the top of the dance profession.
She was also Cheng Lu's role model.
Unexpectedly, He Huijun married for love, but lost to an accident.
"So it's you..." He Huijun smiled bitterly, "I haven't seen you for many years, and you are more beautiful than before, but I have become a cripple, sitting in a wheelchair, and can no longer dance..."
Cheng Lu: "I came here to treat your leg. I made a deal with Mr. Han."
She paused and told He Huijun everything without reservation.
Han Dong didn't expect this woman to be so honest. She even told his wife that she was not bad at all.
He Huijun looked surprised after hearing this: "If that's true, this woman is really vicious. She was obviously the one who did something wrong, but she is narrow-minded and wants revenge. Adong, let's help Miss Cheng."
Han Dong sighed with emotion.
His wife is still so soft-hearted and kind.
If she hadn't been trying to save people in the first place, she wouldn't have fallen into the other party's trap and become what she is now.
He should be grateful that so many blows and hardships have not changed He Huijun.
Before Han Dong could speak, Cheng Lu said, "This is a deal. Mr. Han should have agreed. However, he still wants to see if I have the ability."
Han Dong became embarrassed.
He Huijun glared at her husband coquettishly.
Cheng Lu put on his gloves: "Let's get started."
Taking out a box of ointment, she skillfully applied it on He Huijun's legs and began to massage it in a medical way. She pressed and used strength to gently penetrate her skin.
Sure enough! It’s pretty much what I expected.
He Huijun's legs were paralyzed due to trauma and poison.
General surgery can only solve the superficial problem, but the toxicity is unknown. Even if He Huijun can stand up, it will only be temporary.
Under her constant massage, the ointment became warm and comfortable, and the air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.
Cheng Lu added a little more strength and purified the disease energy that had originally eroded He Huijun's legs.
It was just one layer. He Huijun was so pleasantly surprised that she held her husband's hand and said, "I feel warm, it's like Miss Cheng is massaging me."
She couldn't feel her legs for a long time, and now she finally had consciousness. How could she be so unhappy that she cried.
Han Dong was also shocked: "Really?"
"Yes!" He Huijun nodded vigorously.
After a while, the box of ointment was all used up.
Cheng Lu: "You can try to stand up now, and I'll check the situation and adjust the next potion."
"What? Stand up?" He Huijun was stunned and couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes, you should be able to stand for a while now, probably... no more than three seconds."
Three seconds is enough. The power she has left in He Huijun's body can instantly detect the source of the problem.
Han Dong was also excited. He held his wife's hand and said, "I'll support you. Don't be afraid. Give it a try."