Chapter 319 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 319 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (XVIII)

Song Ning felt a little regretful.

Having just finished an online multinational meeting, he leaned back exhausted.

Only when he relaxed did he realize the slight pain in his bones.

His illness has worsened.

Song Ning knew this very well.

It's not that there have been cases of his disease before. In Song Ning's case, even if the case is rare, it can still be found if you want to check.

But his case is too rare. So far, there are less than ten cases in the world.

The most fatal thing is that until now this disease is still an incurable disease that no one can overcome.

At first you will just feel physically weak and mentally exhausted, and then gradually you will start to feel pain in your bones.

The pain will only get more severe as time goes on. Among the less than ten cases, almost half of them chose to commit suicide because the pain was too unbearable.

There was also a case that was actively treated. Because the family was powerful enough, they were willing to spend money to set up a medical team to study the treatment.

But, it’s useless.

Song Ning slowly closed his eyes and hid his aching body in the large boss chair, as if this could ease the pain and the uneasiness deep in his heart.

In this state, he didn't want to see anyone.

Including Dr. Lan.

"Tuk-tuk."

"Mr. Song, there is a Mr. Lan who said he has an appointment with you today. Would you like to let him up?"

Don't want to meet.

Song Ning said it without even thinking.

But when he was about to say it, he found that he had no strength at all in his body, and the pain in the gaps between his bones was like a cold wind blowing through, causing him to feel excruciating pain.

Song Ning tried to clench his fists and open his mouth, but it was in vain.

The assistant outside the door waited for a while without getting a response, and while feeling puzzled, he went to reply to the front desk and asked the person to stay and wait.

What if?

Lance was not disappointed after receiving the response he was waiting for.

After consulting for a while, he decided to wait on the sofa in the lobby.

Although we agreed to meet in Song Ning's office, he arrived half an hour early. Maybe the other party had something else to do.

Lance sat down casually, ignoring the looks from others, took out his phone and started pretending.

It seems that he is playing with his mobile phone, but in fact, Lance is searching for delicious and fun places nearby.

But just five minutes later, he heard a familiar voice above his head.

"Doctor Lan? Why are you sitting here?"

Lance looked up and saw the person coming in, dressed neatly in pure black. Who else could it be but Jian Qiang?

After asking, Jian Qiang turned to look at the front desk.

"Doctor Lan and Mr. Song have an appointment today, why didn't you let anyone in?"

The front desk clerk quickly explained when he heard this.

"It's like this. I just confirmed with Mr. Song but he doesn't seem to be in the office, so I have to trouble you to wait for a while."

"Mr. Song is not here? Impossible."

Jian Qiang recalled Song Ning's schedule for this week in just one second and was very decisive.

The front desk was very nervous.

"We don't know either, but we can't let anyone go up without President Song's order."

"Yes, I know. Please register. I can just bring Dr. Lan up on the way."

Although she didn't know where her boss Song was, how could she leave Dr. Lan here?

Don’t you see Dr. Lan’s appearance? If it’s left for a little longer, she’s afraid that everyone in the company will come down to take a look at him.

Lance followed Jane Qiang up smoothly.

At the same time, Jian Qiang unobtrusively asked about some things about him and Song Ning.

After hearing this, Jian Qiang felt relieved.

Seems ok?

I hope Dr. Lan will keep up the good work and succeed in winning over her lonely senior.

Jian Qiang came up and signaled.

"Doctor Lan, please sit down for a while. I'll go inform President Song."

"it is good."

Song Ning had only closed his eyes for ten minutes when he was awakened again.

This time the opponent was obviously much stronger and more capable.

"Mr. Song, are you here? Doctor Lan is here. I brought the patient up."

A hint of exasperation flashed across Song Ning's misty eyes.

It’s Jane Qiang again!

When will she stop being so overbearing?

Is he the domineering boss or is Jian Qiang the domineering boss?

Couldn't you have asked him what he meant first?

Furious, Song Ning could only try to speak again.

There is sound, but it's a little hollow.

"Got it. Wait a moment."

Isn’t her senior’s voice a little weak?

Jian Qiang wondered, what was the person hiding in there for? Why did he have to wait?

Didn’t she say that Dr. Lan was here?

She coughed twice more.

"Mr. Song, Doctor Lan is already waiting over here. Do you want me to arrange for Doctor Lan to go somewhere else first?"

It's too much!

Song Ning stared at the door for three full seconds before he slowly sat up straight on the sofa, his brows unable to hide the fatigue and pain brought by the endurance.

"No, let him in."

He didn't want to endure it anymore anyway, so he decided to deal with Doctor Lan, who was no different from Duan Kong, today.

Song Ning thought with an unfocused look in his eyes.

"Are you tired from work today?"

So gentle, who is speaking?

Song Ning's eyes gradually came into focus.

The tall and narrow-waisted person in front of him was leaning slightly, and a pair of eyes as gentle as the reflection of a lake appeared in front of him.

It was Lance, Song Ning slowly realized this.

He was stunned for a second, and the confusion on his face instantly faded away, replaced by a hint of alienation and shrewdness, half smiling.

"Doctor Lan, you're joking. There's no such thing as an easy job."

He stepped away and raised his chin to gesture to the sofa next to him.

"Doctor Lan, please take a seat. I was just thinking about some work. I guess I didn't neglect Doctor Lan, did I?"

It seemed as if they had picked up a blue and white kitten in one of their previous lives and had raised it for a week.

Lance thought as he looked at Song Ning who looked so noble and aloof.

The kitten was raised by an old British aristocrat and was 70% to 80% similar to its owner in nature.

He likes to hold his chin high when doing anything, and if his chin gets wet when drinking water, he wants someone to wipe it dry immediately.

But after spending more time with it, you will find that it is actually a very clingy and tsundere little cat.

Even so, Bu Shui Mi Hu would never allow this side of himself to be exposed. He always looked dignified and cold. Little did he know that he secretly loved to catch butterflies and chew wool, and his voice was very delicate and coquettish, and they had already discovered it.

And now Song Ning is just like that kitten, Lance thought.

It's obvious that deep down I'm feeling tired and want to be hugged, but I hold my chin high and act arrogantly, not wanting to be approached. It's really like that.

Lance's eyebrows became gentle as he thought about it, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of doting.

"No, did I come too early to embarrass you? If you are busy at work, we can make an appointment next time. I can come anytime as long as you have time."

As long as the high-speed train is still running, he should consider buying a car first.

Lance wondered uncertainly.