Chapter 337 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 337 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 (Thirty-six)

Lance always felt that something was wrong with Song Ning recently.

He couldn't say where it was, but Song Ning cooperated very well with the treatment and went to bed, ate, and took medicine on time every day.

Although he still has to work four hours a day, it is already a very low-intensity burden for Song Ning.

But even so, Lance still felt that Song Ning was becoming more haggard day by day.

Especially this morning when he woke up, he even saw a hint of dark blue in Song Ning's eyes.

This made Lance confused.

He asked Jian Qiang privately.

Jian Qiang was surprised. "That shouldn't be the case. Haven't you been keeping a close eye on the senior recently? He didn't even reply to my message if I sent him one more message after the time limit."

Although she knew that this was for Song Ning's own good, she would get really crazy every time she had something to say but no one responded within a minute.

"so."

Lance nodded at that, without feeling any guilt at all.

The fact is that he had to set aside four hours each time for Song Ning. In fact, if he had not used the medicine from the Main God Mall for treatment, Song Ning, as a real patient, should not have been exposed to any work at all.

However, he did not say these out loud, but fell into deeper thought.

Since Jian Qiang is fine, then why does Song Ning look more haggard every day?

Maybe he could just ask?

"Lance? What are you doing standing here?"

Song Ning looked up and woke up for a while, looking at the person in front of him who was standing there motionless.

"thinking of you."

Lance picked him up and carried him to wash up.

"I'm already in front of you and you still want to think about it?"

Song Ning laughed silently, and the moment he turned his head, his eyes couldn't help but fall on his legs.

It has been two weeks since the treatment, and during these two weeks he only felt that his legs were becoming less and less numb, just like now.

Does all this mean that his condition is getting worse?

But if that's the case, what should Lance do?

Song Ning buried his head in the broad chest, feeling extremely annoyed.

He has been struggling with this problem these days.

Although Lance said that his disease can be cured, Song Ning is not a fool.

He could feel that he was getting more and more tired, and his body was not as good as before, just like his legs.

Before the treatment, he could hardly walk, and now he either has to be carried by Lance or pushed in a wheelchair.

So he's dying?

Song Ning's heart trembled when he thought of this. He didn't think he was afraid of death before.

But now he is afraid.

His boyfriend is younger than him but very outstanding and loves him very much. What will happen if he just leaves and leaves Lance alone?

Song Ning thought about spending her whole life with Lance, but now it seems that this may just be an extravagant dream.

In that case, let's try to leave something for Lance.

Song Ning made a decision quietly, put his arms around Lance's neck and kissed him.

"Don't make trouble."

Lance originally thought that he just wanted to be intimate, but he didn't expect that the next second, lips and tongue would try to get in and dance with him.

Relying on his willpower, Lance rejected Song Ning's proactive kiss and patted her perky butt that felt great in his hands.

"When you're better, not now."

Song Ning pursed his lips.

What if he can't get better?

He tried to charm the other's mind.

"It's just a kiss. You haven't kissed me like this in a long time."

Lance was unmoved.

"Well, because your current situation is not appropriate."

Although he used medicine from the Main God Mall on the little prince, there were too many people paying attention to Song Ning.

If he is cured directly, not only will he be noticed, but Song Ning, who has been cured, may also get into trouble. After all, the medicines in the Lord God Mall are too amazing.

So Lance had to bear the pain and follow the normal healing process to treat and regulate Song Ning's body.

The good news is that he can adjust Song Ning's body to a better state than that of ordinary people during this period of time. The bad news is that Song Ning will have to endure the pain of treatment, but it will only be slightly reduced by half.

As for sexual intercourse which consumes more energy?

That was absolutely not possible. Lance himself had to endure it very hard and only hated that he was not a robot.

Seeing that he was truly unmoved, Song Ning felt both angry and moved.

He was angry because he really doubted whether Lance was a wooden man, but he was touched because he knew that Lance endured so much hardship just for his health.

It's really hard not to love such a boyfriend.

Song Ning made up his mind again.

In that case, even if he leaves, he hopes his little boyfriend is fine.

Song Ning gently pressed his lips against the corner of Lance's mouth and made a decision in his heart.

The next day, it was time for another four hours of work. After the meeting, Song Ning rubbed his stomach and told Lance that he was hungry.

Lance stood up with a helpless look on his face, "I told you that you didn't eat enough breakfast. I'll go make dinner."

As soon as he turned around and left the hospital, Jian Qiang was called over by Song Ning.

She was confused at first, but after hearing Song Ning's explanation, she almost exploded.

"No wonder Dr. Lan said you looked haggard recently. You actually wanted to do this secretly without telling him? Are you sure?"

Song Ning was taken good care of by Lance. Sitting on the bed, nothing else could be seen except that there was a little darkness under his eyes.

He was playing with the mobile phone in his hand, and he looked intimidating even when he was sitting.

"You should understand that these things must be kept secret from him, right?"

Jian Qiang hesitated to speak.

"But……"

"No buts. I have other things to tell you and I don't have time to argue with you."

Song Ning gave her a few more instructions in a straightforward manner, and Jian Qiang's expression became increasingly strange.

Finally, her eyes turned red and she asked cautiously.

"Mr. Song, Senior, didn't Doctor Lan say your illness can be cured?"

Why did Song Ning tell her so many things about his death?

Especially regarding Dr. Lan, she could tell from these explanations that the senior really liked Dr. Lan, and Dr. Lan also liked the senior very much. Why was this so?

Song Ning looked into her eyes in silence for two seconds and sighed.

"My disease is a terminal illness. Aren't you curious about why I'm in a wheelchair?"

Jian Qiang subconsciously looked at the wheelchair next to her. Indeed, she had been a little confused before.

Song Ning reached out and touched the lower half of the quilt that Lance had neatly arranged. He could no longer feel his legs inside.

"Jane Qiang, my legs can no longer move, so you have to hurry."

Jian Qiang almost broke down in tears.

She looked at Song Ning's haggard face, then at his legs that looked thin even through the quilt, and nodded with tears in her eyes.

"I understand. I'll go arrange everything now."

It doesn't matter even if she is exhausted to death, because this is the senior's last wish.

Song Ning watched her turn and leave, smiling with relief.

That's good. When he really leaves, at least Jane Qiang will give Lance everything he should give him.