A garden filled with the cla.s.sical style of the East was situated in the middle of the mountains. The surroundings were beautiful, and inside the garden, there was even a small bridge and flowing water. It was very beautiful everywhere.

At this moment, the garden's exterior and exterior were heavily guarded. A large number of well-trained guards filled the entire garden. Even a fly would not be able to fly inside.

In the depths of the garden, there was a three-storey building with even more tightly guarded guards. At the same time, there were also many doctors and nurses wearing white coats walking in and out of the building.

The atmosphere inside and outside the house was very tense. No one dared to talk or laugh, not even one person dared to speak.

After Ning Shuang finished her call, she walked into an elegant bedroom on the second floor. The best sandalwood in the bedroom was burning, and the smoke from it could calm the mind. This kind of sandalwood was impossible to buy in the market, because just one sandalwood was enough for ordinary people to buy a three-bedroom house. However, there were a total of three incense sticks lit up in the room, and the incense burner was already filled with ashes.

On the cla.s.sical wooden bed carved with flowers, birds, and orchids, an old man was sleeping. Although he looked kind, his head was already covered in silver, and his forehead was covered with wrinkles due to the erosion of time. The old man's breath was weak, and his face was pale.

The person currently taking the pulse of the old man on the bed was Uncle An who was close to Ning Shuang. He placed the old man's wrist under the blanket and lightly shook his head at Ning Shuang before standing up and sighing.

"Little Shuang, you should have made your plans earlier!"

Ning Shuang bit her lips, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"No, I can't give up like this!"

On the other side, an old doctor wearing a white coat also advised, "Miss Ning, this old man's body originally had internal injuries. It's already very rare for him to be able to endure until now. However, the internal injuries had consumed a lot of her energy. Almost all of the organs in her body had been severely diseased, so even if the deities came, they probably wouldn't be able to do much. As the proverb goes, the old man is already exhausted. It is almost impossible to save him! "

Ning Shuang nodded. "I know, but I still want to give it a try." I don't believe that after a lifetime of hard work, Grandma will still end up with this d.a.m.ned internal injury. "

The old doctor saw that Ning Shuang was sticking to her point and didn't try to persuade her further. He sighed and shook his head repeatedly.

Uncle Yin thought for a moment and asked, "Little Shuang, what did that Qin fella say?"

Ning Shuang shook her head and sighed. "He still won't come. I don't think he believes me. After all, he took his girlfriend away from me back then."

Uncle Dark sighed and said, "I have a detailed understanding of Bao Songlin's condition. It is said that after the young man surnamed Qin treated his body, Bao Songlin's health improved day by day. Not only has his appet.i.te increased, but his white hair has also turned black. This young lad surnamed Qin is truly capable. If I can invite him to show this to the madame, a miracle might really happen. "

After saying that, Ning Shuang turned around and walked towards the door.

But before she could get out of the room, there was a loud noise from outside and the door was pushed open.

"Really? Where are they?" Ning Shuang's face was filled with surprise and joy. She hastily went out to welcome him and quickly walked to the living room on the first floor.

In the living room, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was sitting on an antique sandalwood chair, drinking tea. Beside him was a young man with a face that was seventy to eighty percent similar to the middle-aged man's, constantly looking towards the staircase. Although this man was handsome, his face was pale and his eyes sunken.

"Big Brother Da Peng!" Ning Shuang nodded at the young man, then quickly walked in front of the middle-aged man. "Uncle Yan!"

The middle-aged man put down his tea cup and stood up with a chuckle. "Little Shuang, how is the madame?"

Ning Shuang shook her head slightly and sighed, "It's just as you said yesterday, Uncle Yan. Granny is dying." Uncle Yan, is there really no other way? "

Ning Shuang immediately led the middle-aged man and his entourage to the second floor, where she asked the middle-aged man to take the old lady's pulse on the bed.

While the middle-aged man was taking the old lady's pulse, the young man was continuously looking at the tall and slender Ning Shuang. His gaze was continuously falling on Ning Shuang's full b.r.e.a.s.t.s and round b.u.t.tocks, and his beautiful almond-shaped eyes revealed a hint of undisguised l.u.s.t, as if he wanted to see Ning Shuang's perfect body through her clothes.

After a while, he walked over to Ning Shuang's side, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her body. He then said in a low voice, "Shuang'er, don't worry. Grandma is blessed by the heavens, so she will definitely be able to pa.s.s this trial." In order to treat Grandmother's illness, I specially went to someone to ask for a 100-year-old ginseng. My father said that this ginseng has a great use for her, even if it can't cure Grandmother's illness, it would allow her to live for a long time. "You might not know it, but this kind of ancient medicine is extremely rare. I relied on many friends and spent a lot of effort just to seek a Dao …"

The young man's lips were almost touching Ning Shuang's ears. She frowned slightly and calmly took two steps away, then said, "Big Brother Da Peng, thank you! How much did you spend on buying the ginseng? I will definitely return it back to you double later! "

Ning Shuang frowned slightly. Although she was dissatisfied, she did not respond to the young man's frivolous words because she was thinking about her grandmother's illness.

After a while, the middleman finished checking the old lady's pulse, then he took out a ginseng and said to Ning Shuang, "The old lady has indeed run out of oil, so I can only use this hundred-year-old ginseng to hang myself. Then I'll think of another way."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan!" Ning Shuang was extremely grateful. She immediately ordered her a.s.sistant to arrange people to cook the ginseng, while she accompanied the middleman to the living room outside.

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