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Chapter 1181 Is That Terminal Illness (Part [-])

Chapter 1186 Is That Terminal Illness (Fifth Watch)
In Zhou Maosheng's room——

Lu Sanniang was led by Zhou Changsheng and entered the room with two maids. Little Lu Jinhua was afraid that he would get sick, so he stood by the window and watched, while Yang Wei took care of him.

Lu Sanniang looked at the expression on the person on the bed. Although she had already made up her mind, she still checked carefully before she came to a conclusion.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is typhoid fever," Lu Sanniang said with a numb face.

When Zhou Changsheng heard it, his eyes went dark for a while, but even though he was studying on weekdays, because the servants didn't serve him wholeheartedly, he also ran errands by himself, so he naturally had a healthy body and couldn't pass out.

Typhoid fever, since the autobiography, is the terminal disease.

——That's right, my father's illness is so repeated, high fever for a while, subsided for a while, and then he has diarrhea, he is getting weaker and weaker, and now he can only eat porridge to wrap his stomach, he should have thought of it...

——The reason why those doctors didn't know was because they saw that it was a terminal illness, and they were afraid that he would hold grudges if they spoke out, so they kept silent.

——Yes, yes, yes...

Zhou Changsheng didn't think that Lu Sanniang could cure Zhou Maosheng, his eyes turned red with sadness and he lowered his head, already thinking about arranging his departure from Beijing earlier.

Now that the political opponents of the Zhou family have not moved, it is not sure whether Zhou Maosheng is really about to die of illness, and he can use this time to make good arrangements, transfer out of Shangjing, and avoid the limelight for a while.

Lu Sanniang looked at Zhou Changsheng and asked, "You said, are the three promises you father and son made to me count?"

Zhou Changsheng forced himself to cheer up, bent down to the bottom with fists in his hands, and said, "Do the math."

"Yes," Lu Sanniang said, "write down the proof."

"Come here, bring a pen and paper," Zhou Changsheng thought. He was about to be transferred outside, and there was no possibility of a birth officer. He made three promises, and the other party probably wouldn't be able to use them.

"Three for you, three for your father, exactly six, write more copies," Lu Sanniang said.

Zhou Changsheng was stunned, he didn't even realize that the servants had prepared the pen and ink.

What did Doctor Lu mean just now?
His father was about to die, so what was the point of asking him for the three promises? Could it be that he couldn't keep them in the underworld?

if not……

Zhou Changsheng's eyes widened slowly, his unfocused eyes widened, and then he stared at Lu Sanniang, with that thought in his mind.

——Doctor Lu can cure typhoid fever!She can cure typhoid fever!She will cure the terminal illness of typhoid fever...

"Hurry up and write," Lu Sanniang urged.

Zhou Changsheng was dizzy and wrote down the six promises that the other party asked for.

"Sign and draw."

Lu Sanniang urged.

Zhou Changsheng listened to the other party's words and acted like that marionette.

"My father is in a coma now, I'm afraid it's..."

Lu Sanniang shook her head: "Don't worry, nothing happened."

She picked up the silver needle and pricked it a few times. Zhou Maosheng, who was in a coma and found it difficult to wake up, opened his eyes. He looked at the eyes in confusion, and asked himself: "Could it be that I have returned to the underworld? Otherwise... ...Why do you suddenly feel energetic? Have a little strength?"

"The three promises you made with your son are only missing your three. I don't believe you, so you sign these three pieces of paper now, and I will help you diagnose and treat after the end," Lu Sanniang said quietly.

Zhou Maosheng stared at Lu Sanniang with wide eyes, and after recognizing her identity, he was so excited that his body trembled.

"It's Princess Ruyi, the princess of the poor, Doctor Lu, genius doctor Lu, and..."

No matter the language.

(End of this chapter)