Chapter 324 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 324 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Twenty-three)

The young woman held the prescription with a dazed look on her face.

"Doctor, I'm not sick, am I?"

Lance gave her a strange look.

"Didn't I just say that?" He handed over the prescription and the list together. "Also, it's best not to watch sad dramas recently. I see you've watched too many of these dramas. I'll give you a prescription to soothe your liver and relieve depression. Even if you like sad dramas, don't watch too many of them. Haven't you heard that crying too much is bad for your health?"

The young woman was a little confused.

"Isn't it said that crying occasionally is good for your health?"

Lance laughed angrily.

"Is this just occasionally? You only watch sad dramas and cry in every drama. Is that just occasionally?"

After hearing what he said, the young woman also felt that what she was doing seemed a bit wrong.

She lowered her head timidly, "Then, then I'll watch some comedy to replenish my body?"

Lance: ...

Song Ning: …

This is the first time I heard that watching comedy can nourish the body. You are really talented.

"...Very good, let's take a look at more."

Lance had someone get the medicine, pay the bill, and couldn't wait to send the man away.

He just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask Song Ning why he was here, but the other party took the initiative.

"I didn't expect that Dr. Lan is quite capable as a doctor, but as a... it seems a bit unkind for Dr. Lan to abandon people overnight and run away, right?"

He saw that the woman had not gone too far, so he barely uttered the words "contracted lover".

Song Ning didn't know why he was so considerate and caring towards Lance, but he had to admit that Lance was a good lover, and he could accept giving Lance such a little sweetness.

Lance leaned over and held Song Ning's hand on the back of the chair until he was at eye level with him.

"I abandoned him and ran away after the night? Then who was the person who massaged Mr. Song's waist the next day?"

Song Ning: …

I miscalculated. I should have phrased it differently.

But that didn't matter to him.

Song Ning pulled his hands back and crossed his legs and switched sides, his tone lazy but with an unreasonable sense of self-righteousness.

"So I was right when I said I didn't see anyone today, right? Or does Dr. Lan think I'm so easy to deal with?"

Lance reached out and straightened his collar, his tone full of helplessness.

"Mr. Song is indeed difficult to deal with, but Mr. Song's health is a little poor, so he should take good care of himself."

If he was easy to deal with, he wouldn't have needed to go to the Main God Mall to exchange potions. Moreover, Lance didn't expect that he had so no self-control. He pounced on Song Ning at a glance.

His body couldn't handle it, let alone Song Ning's already sickly body.

If he wasn't afraid that if he stayed he would still lose control and add burden to Song Ning's body, he wouldn't have fled in such a hurry.

Thinking of this, Lance suddenly reached back and grabbed Song Ning's wrist.

"Why didn't you just take a few days' rest before coming here? Your body clearly..."

He wanted to feel Song Ning's pulse, but Song Ning's face turned cold and he shook his hand away.

"Doctor Lan."

Song Ning's address this time did not have any flirtatious meaning but was instead full of warning.

"Be aware of your current status. You have crossed the line."

Lance met his wary and cold eyes, and slowly loosened his fingers.

He finally realized that something seemed to be wrong.

It seemed that his little prince was not what he thought he was.

Lance didn't understand what the problem was, but it was obvious that this was not some quick matchmaking between adults as he thought.

Or was it that the only thing the little prince and he disagreed on was the illness?

Lance didn't quite understand, but he was patient.

As long as the other person is the little prince, he will never lack patience.

Song Ning kept a cold face for a while, and when he saw Lance still had a dazed look on his face, he suddenly felt a little belated regret in his heart.

Did he just say something a little too harsh?

Just as he was about to slow down his tone, he saw someone squatting in front of him.

Lance half-knelt down, grabbed Song Ning's finger and kissed it, "Okay, if you don't like me to ask, then I won't ask for now, but your health is the most important, so let's take those things slowly, okay?"

Is Lance giving in?

Song Ning smiled slightly, "I'm glad you're sensible."

He deliberately ignored the fleeting confusion and disappointment in his heart and stood up.

"But I can do whatever I want. I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

Lance hummed.

"it is good."

He turned around and read the data report that he had just scanned.

The Little Prince can naturally be a willful little prince, but he has also learned a lot of "skills" from humans.

For example, execute first and report later, or openly repair the plank road while secretly marching through Chencang.

Just as Lance thought, the little prince's current physical condition was not very good.

Lance looked at it again and again carefully, and after comparing the database with the information he had collected before, he confirmed that the little prince's current physical condition was very bad, and it was indeed worse than in his previous life.

In this case, I can’t continue doing this, at least for a short period of time.

It turned out that it was right for him to escape temporarily, but it seemed that the little prince did not think so.

Seeing how obedient he was, Song Ning felt that he should be happy.

"Are you still busy?"

If Lance said yes, he would turn around and leave right now.

Song Ning thought with his chin slightly raised.

The kitten raised its chin as if in a fit of anger, waiting for its owner to tease it. There was a smile in Lance's eyes, which Song Ning didn't notice.

He shook his head as Song Ning said, "I'm not busy anymore. Let me take you to eat first."

"Really? Since you said so, let's go eat first."

Song Ning stood up. His luxurious outfit made him look fair-skinned, handsome and extraordinary. Before he even walked out the door, Lance held his hand.

Song Ning turned his head unhappily.

"What? You want to regret it?"

Lance took in his exquisite appearance carefully before chuckling.

"No."

"But if Mr. Song were to go to dinner with me wearing such a nice outfit, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to eat."

Song Ning frowned, "What do you mean?"

He had specially hired a styling team to design his outfit today, and everyone was amazed after seeing it.

What? Is this Lance trying to PUA him?

"It's not what you think."

A pair of blue eyes came closer and Lance lowered his voice.

"But by then everyone in the restaurant will be staring at you. I think I will be very uneasy about eating. I might even want to pack up Mr. Song and take him away so that you can't continue to dine in the restaurant."

This guy!

A hint of red quickly crept up the tips of Song Ning's ears.

After a while, he coughed lightly and spoke at the same time as Lance.

Song Ning: "Why don't we go to your house and you cook for me yourself? You can cook, right?"

Lance: "So if Mr. Song doesn't mind, come to my house and change clothes before going out?"