Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 401 Miss Sick VS Dude (39)

While the two were talking, the sky gradually darkened.

"Miss."

Sutang waited outside the door anxiously.

It has been more than half an hour.

She was stopped by Defu as soon as she came, and she could only hear people talking inside, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

They seem to have had a verbal dispute and have not spoken for a long time.

"Nanwan."

Chu Jin's voice was full of anger.

Worried that her daughter would be hurt, Sutang couldn't bear it any longer and pushed the door open.

"Don't bully our lady."

The situation inside was different from what she had imagined.

Chu Jin was twisting a piece of pastry and was about to put it into Nan Wan's mouth, when she saw her come in, she paused slightly.

Seeing the undisguised surprise in the other party's eyes, Su Tang blushed violently.

"Is there a problem?"

Nan Wan opened her mouth to break through the predicament in front of her.

"Miss."

Sutang pinched herself secretly, and said calmly: "It's getting late, you should go to bed, I will serve you to rest early!"

The underlying meaning is that if Chu Jin stays here, it will disturb Nan Wan's sleep.

"You go down first!"

Nan Wan glanced at Chu Jin, her eyelids drooping slightly.

"Miss."

Sutang still wants to fight for it, but Nanwan's attitude is surprisingly firm.

Seeing this, she had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.

"Cough cough cough."

Nan Wan covered her mouth, trying to suppress her desire.

Su Tang didn't notice it and left straight away.

Nan Wan let go, the blood on the palm was so bright that it almost hurt Chu Jin's eyes.

"How long?"

Although Chu Jin's words came out of nowhere, Nan Wan knew the meaning of his words very well.

"One year."

Nan Wan hesitated for a moment, and gave a conservative answer.

If the system takes action, it can barely last for a year or so.

Chu Jin squeezed her palms vigorously: "Is there really no other way?"

If the imperial doctor in the imperial city can't do it, then go to the folks.He has long heard that there are many doctors with excellent medical skills among the people who like to treat those strange symptoms.

There are many diseases that are almost judged as incurable and can be saved by luck, so why can't Nanwan?
Even if there is only a slight possibility, try it.

Nan Wan didn't speak.

The system is the most fair. Language may deceive people, but data cannot.

All kinds of data showed that her body was at the end of its strength.

Silence is the best answer.

Chu Jin already understood what Nan Wan meant, so she had no choice but to laugh at herself: "God is really cruel to me."

It's not easy to have someone who works hand in hand but has to witness the other's death.

The uninhibitedness of the past seems like a joke at this moment.

"Chu Jin."

Nan Wan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

"I know what you want to say."

Chu Jin's voice was very soft: "But I can't do it."

He is not a lucky person, and he cannot be indifferent.

"This pastry is a new style. I think it tastes good. Try it."

Chu Jin twitched the corners of her mouth, and hurriedly turned to other topics.

He was afraid that if he continued speaking, he would not be able to hold on.

"Ah."

Nan Wan took it and took a light bite.

The sweet taste washes away the bitterness of the soup.

"Mother still has something to do with me, so I'll go first."

Throwing down these words, Chu Jin left in a hurry.

Nan Wan looked at his back, the pastry in his hand was delayed to be delivered to his mouth.

She raised her hand to cover her heart.

He obviously didn't do anything, but he felt unexpectedly uncomfortable there.

"How could this be?"

Nan Wan muttered to himself.

It's just a task, but why does her heart hurt so much?

The system in the space turned over in silence.

(End of this chapter)