After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhan calmly said to Mr. Yu: "Jue'er's fever has gone away. I haven't coughed since I listened to the phone for a while. It seems that the disease has improved somewhat. Don't worry, everyone."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they heard that Zhan Hanjue's condition had improved greatly. Zhan Tingcheng also tactfully persuaded Yu Qianqian, "Qianqian, the child's condition has improved. Let's not go to Wuyou Garden to disturb his rest."

Yu Qianqian couldn't see Zhan Hanjue and felt unhappy.

Zhan Su said goodbye to everyone and left.

Worry-free garden.

When Zheng Ling entered Zhan Hanjue's bedroom with a Chinese medicine soup, Zhan Hanjue's smiling face turned to stone little by little.

"I need to drink medicine again." He fell on the bed in despair and said.

"Okay, I'll feed you."

Zhan Hanjue sat up, Zheng Ling spooned the medicinal soup into his mouth, and chatted with him. "Grandma's medicine is really effective. You drank it twice yesterday, and your cough is not as deep and long today. The frequency of coughing has also been reduced.

Yes, I coughed more than ten times in a row yesterday, but today I only coughed five or six times."

Zheng Ling placed the medicinal soup on the bedside table and reached out for him, "Be good, get up and drink the medicine."

Zhan Hanjue lied, "Zheng Ling, feed me."

Zhan Hanjue said gently: "I am listening to you carefully."

Zheng Ling smiled sweetly and said, "Grandma Boye taught me how to make a cough therapy soup. When you get better, I will make it for you to drink every day. This way, the root cause of the disease will not be left."

Zhan Hanjue listened quietly to Zheng Ling's voice, and was moved by the fact that Zheng Ling paid such subtle attention to his condition.

"Why don't you speak?" Zheng Ling suddenly realized that Zhan Hanjue had been silent for a long time and asked curiously.

Zhan Hanjue is angry and funny.

"Who told you to say I'm old?" He pinched Zheng Lingying's bright white face.

Lord Zhanhan smiled and nodded.

"Grandma said, you are not too young. This cough cannot be completely cured, and it can easily become chronic bronchitis. When you are old, you will hold a cane with one hand and cover your chest with the other, coughing and coughing. How uncomfortable it is.

Yeah. So this cold, I have to get rid of it completely." In order to make him obediently cooperate with her in drinking medicine, Zheng Ling imitated the appearance of those old people who stooped and coughed.

"If I get old, stooped and coughing, will you dislike me?" Zhan Hanjue suddenly asked sadly.

Zheng Ling said: "No way. You will be an elegant and funny old man when you are old. Look at Grandma Boye, she is weak-minded. An eighty-year-old man looks just like a sixty-year-old man. Your family has the age-freezing gene.

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Only then did Zheng Ling realize that he had made an unintentional mistake and had violated his taboo.

"I didn't mean it. Brother Jue, you are not old." Zheng Ling quickly apologized.

Lord Zhan Han said nothing. There was a hint of worry in his dark pupils.

After a long time, he said: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that when I get old, I won't be so strong anymore. If Zheng Ling needs me, I won't be able to hug you as unscrupulously as I do now."

Zhan Hanjue said: "Zheng Ling, I don't want to grow old."

Zheng Ling smiled and said, "Why?"

Zheng Ling's eyes were filled with tears.

It turns out that Brother Jue is worried about her...

Zheng Ling placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, held Zhan Hanjue's hand tightly and said, "Don't worry about me, my illness has been cured."


Chapter completed!