The car on the way back was unusually quiet. Huang Muyu, the co-pilot, turned his head out the window and looked at the dark night, feeling extremely depressed.

Wang Meng drove the car, and Mercury sat in the back seat of the car, not daring to say anything. There were too many things that happened today, and as an outsider, she felt that she couldn't accept it, let alone Huang Muyu.

Wang Meng turned on the radio, which was playing the karaoke station at the midnight show. A slightly sad old song "I am a little bird" was playing.

Wang Meng took out a piece of facial tissue from the paper in the front row and patted the shoulder of Huang Muyu who was facing the window.

Huang Muyu did not turn back directly, but wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands first, then turned her head, saw the tissue, took it, and immediately turned her head to the window again.

"Even if you cry, I won't let him back." Wang Meng knew that Huang Muyu was worried about Huang Yi being taken away by Da Qiao. A child who has been pampered since childhood will now enter a drug rehabilitation center and must live an inhumane life.

Life. Huang Muyu has been a sister and a mother since she was a child. She and her father raised Huang Yi together. Seeing Huang Yi today, she can’t bear it!

"I'm not worried that he will suffer, but I regret it. If I hadn't spoiled him, maybe he wouldn't be what he is today." At this point, Huang Muyu could no longer bear the guilt in her heart, covered her cheeks with her hands, and cried bitterly.

stand up.

Mercury was sitting in the back row and stabbed Wang Meng's back hard with his finger. This guy can't speak softer! Sister Mu Yu was already very sad, and he added salt to the wound.

Wang Meng chuckled lightly. He is a qualified doctor. Don't think that he can only treat difficult and complicated diseases. He is also very good at psychology. Now Huang Muyu's psychological pressure is particularly high. Huang Yi entered a drug rehabilitation center. Huang Bu

Huang Buwei was terminally ill, and even he could not save himself. He could only rely on medicine to last for a period of time. Huang Buwei's illness lasted too long. If it had been a year earlier, Wang Meng would have been able to bring him back from the dead.

But now Huang Buwei's body is like chaff and has lost its vitality. Unless there is an elixir, leaving will be the last thing.

Under the double blow, if Huang Muyu didn't vent his anger, he might become seriously ill.

After returning to the city, Huang Muyu wanted to go back by herself. But Mercury refused to let him go. He was worried that something would happen if he went home alone, so he kept Huang Muyu at home.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning when Wang Meng returned home, and the sky had become misty and bright.

At this moment, he no longer felt sleepy. He sat cross-legged on the ground on the first floor, meditating to regulate his inner breath. This is a set of health-preserving exercises that help restore vitality. Even if he doesn't sleep, he won't feel tired.

After a big Sunday, it was completely bright outside. Wang Meng got up, changed into a set of clothes, and made some breakfast. After eating, he went upstairs and took out a wooden box that had not been used for many years, put it on his shoulder, and went out.

Home door.

Nowadays, all the medicinal materials needed to treat Chen Lei are available. Of course, the faster the treatment, the better.

When I left the house, I saw Mercury standing in front of the door, breathing hard, and walking out of the door with a garbage bag in hand.

"Are you going out?" Mercury looked at Wang Meng's outfit and asked a little strangely.

"Well, you don't seem to be in good spirits. Get some sleep, otherwise you will get sick." Wang Meng responded and got into the elevator that happened to arrive.

Mercury touched his face and said to himself: "He actually knows how to care about me? The sun comes out from the west? What is he doing carrying a big wooden box? When did he stop being a teacher and become a carpenter?

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Wang Meng did not work as a carpenter, but as a doctor.

In Qiushan Nursing Home, Chen Qingluan stood in front of the patient's room with a cold expression. Everyone in the room was cleared by her. Since the incident with the nurse last time, she sent her personal secretary to be a nurse. Others

, she really couldn't believe it. In the past few days, Chen Lei's complexion has improved a lot. But that's all. According to Wang Meng, it is a foregone conclusion that it can be used as medicine. Now it can only make the body function stronger.

To wake up, you need the assistance of medication.

Who wants to deal with the Chen family like this? She still hasn't gotten the result yet. The nurse didn't say anything about beating him to death, and she was a little surprised by how tough she was. No matter whether she used money to bribe the other party or used tricks, the other party didn't say anything. That's right.

Because of this, she felt that this matter was becoming more and more complicated, perhaps more complicated than she imagined.

But what is the reason? Chen Qingluan is really puzzled.

Chen Qingluan's secretary Wang Bailing walked in, followed by two male employees from the company, holding some utensils in their hands. There were wooden basins and some utensils that Wang Meng asked Chen Qingluan to prepare before.

"Miss, everything is ready."

Chen Qingluan did not turn around and said: "Well, put the things next to the bed, you can go out first! When Mr. Wang comes, please go directly to the room."

"Yes." Wang Bailing led two colleagues out of the ward.

"I am coming."

Several people turned around and saw Wang Meng already standing at the door. However, they looked at Wang Meng with a strange look.

Wang Meng knew that these people would look at him like this. There was nothing he could do about it. Who would carry a wooden box when practicing medicine now? These were the instruments he used to practice medicine in ancient times. He was very good at using them.

I don’t want to change it. Moreover, the wood used to make the box now is an ancient treasure of water nanmu.

This kind of wood was used to make dragon chairs and royal furniture in ancient times. Ordinary people couldn't even see it. Anyone who dared to use it without authorization would be punished by beheading. It can be seen that Wang Meng could have such a wooden box at that time.

What a bullshit.

"Wang Meng, everything you need is ready. What do you need us to do?" Chen Qingluan asked.

"Just fill the tub with 80-degree water."

Wang Meng walked over and put the wooden box on the table in the room. He opened the lid of the box and took out a rag to wrap it up. He spread the package out and found a dense row of gold and silver needles of different lengths and thickness.

After placing the needles, Wang Meng took out another package. Just like before, after opening it, there were finely made knives of different sizes. In addition to the knives, there were also some utensils that modern people couldn't see at all.

No matter what the instrument is, it is either gold or silver. It is simply a wealthy version of surgical instruments.

While Wang Meng was preparing the utensils, the wooden barrels in the ward had been filled with water.

Wang Meng walked to the mutong, inserted a finger into the water, and felt it.

"The water temperature is not enough. Add more hot water. It must be 80 degrees, not too high or too low."

Wang Bailing did not dare to neglect this matter. He had just tested the water temperature, and it was indeed 80 degrees. It was measured with a thermometer. There was no way it could be wrong! Wang Meng just felt it with his fingers and said that the water temperature was not enough.

Isn't it a little too casual?

Wang Bailing took out the thermometer he had just tested the water temperature and inserted it into the basin again. He was immediately stunned.

Oh my god! No way! He can actually feel it even if it’s just one degree different?
Chapter completed!