She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

It all happened so suddenly.

It happened so suddenly that I had no time to react. My body seemed to be immobilized. I could only watch Zhou Hanzhi bend over and spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

His already ugly face looked even more gloomy.

Seeing him frowning in pain and a spot of blood splattering on his face, it was a sad sight.

It wasn't until he seemed unable to hold on any longer and his tall body fell to the right and back that I finally came to my senses.

I heard my own sharp and uncontrolled cry: "Zhou Hanzhi!"

What happened next?

I can't remember clearly.

I just felt that time passed so slowly, and the helicopter was moving so slowly too. It took a long time before we finally landed at our destination, and it took another long time before we were pulled into a Taoist temple.

An old man dressed as a Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance first felt Nannan's pulse, fed her a few pills, and asked her godmother to watch over her.

He came to check my ankle injury again, but I pushed him away and cried and begged him to see Zhou Hanzhi first.

Because Zhou Hanzhi had fainted since he vomited blood, he didn't even wake up after the bumpy ride, and he was obviously in a coma.

I didn't know what happened to him, but I was scared.

Afraid that something would happen to him, afraid that he would never wake up again.

I was also afraid that I would lose him from now on, lose him forever.

That familiar feeling came again, the feeling of being left behind, abandoned and thrown away, as if my once bustling and colorful world had become a lonely place for me again.

I'm so scared.

The old Taoist priest didn't listen to my pleas. He just sighed softly, "Don't be silly, child. He brought you to see me so that he can treat you and your child as soon as possible. If he delays your treatment, he will blame me when he wakes up, and he will blame himself even more."

"No, I won't accept it. Please, Master, please treat him first, cure him first!" I had completely lost my mind and begged desperately, "If he wants to blame someone after he wakes up, then let him blame me. I will bear all the consequences alone."

My injury is just a fracture, so it doesn't matter if I get treatment later. I can wait a little longer, but Zhou Hanzhi is still in a coma, so he can't wait any longer.

The blood he spat out was dark red, and it looked very wrong. I couldn't wait any longer. I was afraid that if I was late for another second, he would be irreparable.

There was a warm liquid flowing on my face, and I wiped it over and over again. It was sweat or tears, I couldn't tell, and I had no time to tell.

"Actually, this is just a recurrence of an old illness. It's not a big problem. I've already had someone give him medicine. It's okay to treat him later, but you're so insistent..." The old Taoist priest seemed unable to bear my stubbornness and pleading, and finally gave in, "Okay, considering your infatuation with him, I'll do as you say."

Zhou Hanzhi's shirt was taken off, and the old Taoist took out a silver needle and stabbed it into his head and chest.

The silver needle was very long, flashing a cold light under the light, and it looked painful. However, Zhou Hanzhi seemed to feel nothing after such a long silver needle pierced his body. His eyes were still closed, and there was no sign of waking up.

Fortunately, as the old Taoist priest inserted the silver needles, the blue-black aura on Zhou Hanzhi's face slowly dissipated. Although his lips were still pale, they were much better than before.

I sat by and watched the old Taoist insert the last needle, and then I couldn't wait to ask the question in my heart: "Old sir, you just said that he has an old illness? What is the old illness?"

Besides that illness, does Zhou Hanzhi have any other old illnesses?

What kind of old illness would cause him to suddenly vomit blood and then fall into a coma?

The old Taoist priest’s hand pushed the last needle in steadily, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took the handkerchief handed to him by the young Taoist priest next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slowly spoke with a little fatigue in his voice: "He was poisoned a long time ago, and the poison has penetrated into his internal organs..."

"What?" I was already stunned by this fact.

Zhou Hanzhi was also poisoned. Who did it? And why did they poison him like this?

The old Taoist priest said that he had been poisoned for a long time and the toxin had already penetrated into his internal organs. So is his condition very serious?

What poison had he been poisoned with?

Why didn’t you notice anything unusual after being poisoned and didn’t go to the hospital for examination and treatment in time?

I have a lot of questions I want to ask.

The old Taoist priest stopped talking. He dropped the handkerchief in his hand and stretched out his hand to me: "Child, it's your turn now. Let me see the bones. Tsk... why are they so swollen!"

I looked down in the direction he was looking, and discovered that my injured ankle had swollen into a fat elbow.

In fact, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Maybe I’ve become numb to the pain, or maybe I’ve been focusing on other things so I neglected my injury.

But this didn't seem to be difficult for the old Taoist priest. His fingers pinched my ankle slowly, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. His technique looked familiar to me. It was surprisingly similar to Zhou Hanzhi's previous technique.

After a while, the swelling on my ankle, which was as swollen as a fat elbow, went down. The old Taoist priest asked the young Taoist priest next to him to get a tube of brown ointment to apply on me, and then he took a belt and several small wooden sticks of the same length and thickness, and quickly fixed it for me.

The swelling and pain in my ankles subsided a lot. The ointment felt cold, but soon became hot and warm. I knew that it should be an ointment for promoting blood circulation and nourishing bones.

"Is that all? Old sir, don't you need to get a wheelchair or something for my Xuxu? Will she need two or three months to recover?" Wu Ling had just run over from godmother and Nannan's place, and he came straight to me as soon as he entered the door. He carefully checked my bandaged ankle, and asked the old Taoist priest with concern.

"How can it only take two or three months? Ordinary doctors say it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. For me, Sun Sida, a week is enough for this kind of injury to recover. I guarantee that you will have no problem using your foot by then." The old Taoist tied a bow around my ankle with a ribbon, finished the operation, and snorted, looking quite arrogant.

Sun Sida?

Why does this name sound so familiar?

I seem to have heard it somewhere before.

I couldn't help but look up and take a serious look at this old Taoist priest from many years ago for the first time.

He is a skinny old man with an unattractive appearance and gray hair.

"Sun Sida? You can't be the legendary miracle doctor, Doctor Sun, who lives in the mountains?" Wu Ling exclaimed before me.

Her eyes widened. "It is said that you have gone into seclusion in the mountains. Ordinary people cannot find you at all. Your medicine is very hard to find. How did you become a Taoist priest?"

"Well, the person you are talking about is me. But my medicine is not that hard to get. It mainly depends on who comes to ask for it. If it comes to others, it will definitely be like that, but if..." The old Taoist pinched his beard, squinted his eyes and began to put on airs.

But I suddenly stood up, grabbed his sleeve, and said anxiously: "Old man, since you are a miracle doctor, you can definitely cure him, right?"