Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

As soon as the words fell, Xin Cheng's face was stunned, and then he suddenly smiled and said: "How can those insignificant favors compare with Ruoqing's illness? In short, from now on, you will be my Xin family's great benefactor. Whatever it is, just tell me!"

His bold and free and easy voice cannot be denied.

Qin Shu couldn't say anything more, so he responded casually: "Okay, then I thank you in advance."

Xin Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

Qin Shu took out the silver needle from the medicine box, and seeing Xin Sheng standing by, he had no intention of leaving.

She thought for a while and said, "General Xin, do you want to take a rest?"

"No, I have to stay here with Ruoqing." Xin Sheng stared at An Ruoqing who was sleeping on the bed, his tone was firm, but the tiredness on his face was hard to hide.

For some reason, Qin Shu looked a little distressed.

She said in a relaxed tone: "Mrs. Xin's situation is much better today, and there is nothing to pay attention to during the day. If you keep on guard like this, I'm afraid it will be too much at night."

"I really don't need to stay here?" Xin Sheng confirmed.

Qin Shu nodded with great certainty.

She felt a little helpless.

It seems that if she doesn't say anything, this General Xin really intends to stay by Mrs. Xin's side day and night.

"Father, you can go to rest first, I am here to help Qin Shu."

Xin Bao'e's clear voice came in.

After the words fell, she had already walked in front of Qin Shu and the others from outside the door.

He greeted Song Jinrong and the others first, then turned to Qin Shu and nodded to her.

Qin Shu followed her words and said, "Yes, General Xin, Miss Xin is enough here."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Xin Sheng looked back at An Ruoqing on the bed several times, and finally he was willing to leave.

Before leaving, he specially invited Song Jinrong to the main hall for tea.

Seeing that An Ruoqing was still awake, Song Jinrong didn't want to interfere with Qin Shu's treatment by standing here, so she went happily and brought Weiwei along.

After several people left, only Qin Shu, Xin Bao'e, and the servants were left in the room.

Qin Shu handed the silver needle in his hand to Xin Bao'e, and said, "Miss Xin, today's treatment is the same as yesterday, so you can give Mrs. Xin the needle."

"I..." Xin Bao'e held the silver needle in her hand, and looked at An Ruoqing in her sleep with some hesitation.

Qin Shu said insightfully: "Don't worry, I will help you by the side."

Only then did Xin Bao'e take a breath to cheer herself up, and nodded, "Okay."

Under Qin Shu's guidance, she found the right acupuncture point and gave the first injection with nervousness.

Then the second stitch, the third stitch...

Qin Shu taught with great patience, and Xin Bao'e also gradually mastered the strength and discipline, and became more and more confident.

When the last needle fell, Qin Shu's smile of approval came from his ear: "It's a good job."

The feeling of being affirmed and praised by others made Xin Bao'e very happy. She bent her lips and turned her head to meet Qin Shu's indifferent face.

She couldn't help but startled.

At this moment, there seemed to be a trace of reverence for Qin Shu in her heart.

However, she was clearly on guard against her everywhere...