"Hello...you guys! My name is Pan Ying!" Pan Ying simply greeted everyone and ran into the kitchen shyly.

"Xiao Liu, look at how hard he is, he can't let him down!" Xiao Lin joked.

"Oh, senior sister, don't think about it anymore. Yingying is a innocent girl."

The four senior sisters looked at Ding Ning without saying a word. The smell contained in their eyes was so meaningful. Then they pulled Jiang Nanyun and Ouyang Xuewei upstairs to change their clothes, and Xiao Lin rushed into the kitchen and pulled Pan Ying upstairs to change her clothes.

On the dining table, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

Seeing that Ding Ning had recovered almost, several senior sisters left one after another. Jiang Nanyun and Ouyang Xuewei also left together when they saw that it was not too late.

After Ding Ning tidied up the room for Pan Ying, he went back to his own room to sleep, preparing to go to school tomorrow.

At this time, in a ward in a city hospital, a person was tied to the hospital bed, his body was thin, his face was as dark as a panda, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot.

This man was so roaring all over the sky. Just a few days have passed and he has become skinny and bone-skinned.

During this period, Quan Fugui used all his relationships, searched all the doctors he knew, and even went to the temple to do some fortune telling for the county school and then asked for peace talismans, but none of these were useful.

Seeing his son getting haggard day by day, Quan Fu feels helpless.

In the past, Quan Tianxia was not very fat, only about 100 pounds, but now he has lost weight, at most more than 70 pounds.

Quantianxiao's physical pain only occurs occasionally, but it lasts for an hour, which really makes Quan Fugui worry.

How could a good child get this strange disease?

Just when Quan Fugui was sad alone, the doctor walked in, "Sir, your son's condition has not improved. If this continues, he may be in danger of life."

"Ah?" Quan Fugui walked forward and grabbed the doctor's hand. "Doctor, you must find a way to save my son. I can't watch him die like this!"

"Sir, don't be excited. This is not a question of whether we can save it or not, but that we really can't find the cause!"

When he heard the doctor's words, Quan Fugui's mood was like thunder in the sky. He walked to Quan Tianxiao's bed and asked in a pity, "God has punished you like this. What a rebellious thing you have done!"

Quan Tianxiao was already in a state of nowhere to be loved. When his father said this, his desire to die became even stronger.

I have to say that if Quan Fugui hadn't stopped him, he would have asked the hospital to euthanize himself long ago.

However, he would never say what he did. Once he said it, what awaited him would be a prison disaster.

The doctor hesitated for a long time and said, "Our major hospital may not be able to do this difficult and complicated disease, but if you go to find doctors, Chinese medicine, etc., there may be a way."

"Okay, I get it."

Quan Fugui knew that this was the last solution.

He suddenly remembered that when he called a friend to ask him about what traditional Chinese medicine is more famous, a friend introduced him to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Quan Fugui asked someone to carry Quan Tianxiao into the car and drive over according to the address given by his friend.

By chance, Quan Fugui came to Jirentang. Pan Guoqiang was about to go out to find his senior brother, but Quan Fugui was blocked in front of the door.

"Hey! Sir, don't leave, are you...are you a doctor at this clinic?"

After all, my father is still my father. Quan Fugui's way of asking for help is much more round than that of the whole sky. He knows better how to ask for help and do things based on his face.

"I am a doctor at this clinic, but I will be out for a few days recently." Pan Guoqiang said.

"Doctor, doctor, I beg you to see my son." Quan Fugui bowed, "My son suffers from a strange disease. We have found a lot of doctors and went to a lot of hospitals, but we can't find the cause."

"What? There is also such a difficult disease?" Pan Guoqiang immediately became interested.

"Yes! Ask the doctor to save my son."

"Where? Take me to see."

Therefore, it is very important for Pan Guoqiang to find his senior brother, but it is not as important as a person's life. After all, he is a medical practitioner.

Quan Fugui brought Pan Guoqiang to his car. He opened the rear door. Quan Tianxiao was as thin as skinny as his bones, lying weakly in the back seat. After Pan Guoqiang took his pulse for him, he browed slightly and said, "Sir, is your son suffering from severe anorexia? This is obviously caused by not eating or drinking."

"What? No, no, doctor, my son is not suffering from anorexia. He has a strange disease and his whole body will feel inexplicably painful. It is like being cut by a knife. It has gradually improved over the past few days, but it will still relapse every once in a while." Quan Fugui waved his hands repeatedly and said anxiously.

Pan Guoqiang frowned immediately after hearing Quan Fugui's description.

Isn’t this the same symptom as if he was cut into a needle? He was cured by Ding Ning himself.

Could it be that this man also offended his senior brother and was cut into this needle?

"How many days have it been?" Pan Guoqiang asked.

"It's been about a week." Quan Fugui looked at Pan Guoqiang's frowning look and became even more anxious. "Doctor, can he cure it?"

Pan Guoqiang opened the door of Jirentang, "You carry him inside first, I'll come later."

"Okay, okay!"

These words were like nectar from the sky, allowing Quan Fugui to see the hope of curing his son.

He immediately asked someone to move Quantianxiao from the car into the clinic.

At this time, Pan Guoqiang called Ding Ning and told him that such a patient had come. He carefully asked Ding Ning what kind of treatment method to use.

Ding Ning was surprised when he received the call, and then said, "Uncle, please ask the patient's name first. If his name is Quantianxiao, then you will be like this..."

"well!"

He roughly understood Ding Ning's intentions, hung up the phone and walked in to check the situation of Quantianxiao, and then asked, "What is the patient's name? How old is it?"

"Call the Tianxiao, this year 20."

Sure enough, when Pan Guoqiang heard the word "Quan Tianxiao", he naturally had to follow Ding Ning's meaning.

Pan Guoqiang walked into the pharmacy to register for a while, but he had no intention of taking any treatment.

It took half an hour to wait, and Quan Fugui was anxious that he had no choice.
Chapter completed!