After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Jiang Huaiqing's condition was improving, and this was only after two acupuncture treatments. Seeing this, Song's mood, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly showed joy.

At this rate, it will be just a matter of time before Jiang Huaiqing gets back on his feet.

Jiang Hao's status in the Jiang family became higher, and her medical skills convinced the Song family more.

Several famous doctors in Qingchuan County were helpless against stroke, but Jiang Hao made Jiang Huaiqing's condition improve without using any medicine. Song then thought, since she still had her son's severed finger, could it be reattached?

This idea is quite bold.

When Jiang Hao heard her words, his cerebellum shrank. He stopped giving Jiang Huaiqing an acupuncture injection and turned back to ask, "Madam, are you serious?"

"How could I possibly joke about my son's hand?"

Song was really insane, and she answered confidently: "His hand is his future. If you can take it well, our Jiang family will not treat you unfairly."

"Madam, your son's hand has been broken for a few days. The tendons and veins have atrophied and the muscles have rotted. I'm sorry, I can't do anything to help him."

Why don't you let me give him drugs so that he can grow two new fingers?

absurd!

Even in modern times, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be any hospital that could reattach the rotten bones.

Song was looking forward to it, but Jiang Hao poured a basin of cold water over her from head to toe. She said blankly, "Is it not possible?"

Jiang Hao shook his head: "This is impossible."

Face it!

Song was no longer persistent and did not say anything until Jiang Hao finished giving acupuncture to Jiang Huaiqing, who had been glaring at her with malicious eyes.

Jiang Huaiqing could do nothing except glaring at Jiang Hao fiercely, cursing "Ahhhhh" in an emotional state.

"Don't bother. It's not good for you at all."

Jiang Hao gave him a harmless smile: "Being too excited can easily cause blood vessels to burst, and you'll die faster, which is what others want."

Sure enough, everything except life and death is trivial.

Jiang Huaiqing gradually calmed down his anger and closed his eyes.

He cannot die.

No matter what Jiang Hao's purpose was in saving me, I must live well.

After he recovered and finished the things in his hands, the first person he killed was Jiang Hao.

After Jiang Huaiqing became obedient, Jiang Hao stopped provoking him. After suppressing the poison in his body as before, he returned to his room.

Because of Aunt Hui's accident, the rest that had been arranged previously had to be cancelled.

As soon as Jiang Hao returned to the room, Aunt Wan followed him.

"Doctor Jiang."

Aunt Wan kept her promise and did not reveal Jiang Hao's identity even if there was no one else around.

"Is something wrong?"

Jiang Hao really wanted to ask, but this was Aunt Wan’s trump card, and she wouldn’t tell him even if he asked.

"Madam said, please go and show it to the eldest master again."

She knew the result and had accepted it in her heart, but as a mother, she still held on to a glimmer of fantasy.

Jiang Hao shook his head: "Forgive me, I really can't do anything to help you, Master. If Madam insists on forcing you, Jiang will have no choice but to leave first."

Threat!

Jiang Hao threatened the Song family with Jiang Huaiqing's life, but the Song family had no way to deal with it.

Reattaching the severed finger was originally just a fantasy. What would Jiang Huaiqing do if Jiang Hao was forced to leave?

Why did God do this to her son? He was just a child.

Song's tears rolled down her cheeks. She had completely forgotten about the classmate that Jiang Bowen had forced to death. The other person's child was just a child.

"Mother Bian, you stay here and I'll go see the young master."

Mother Bian lowered her eyes and replied, "Yes."