Quickly wear the host and finish one after another

Bajiu Yanhuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down from the surprise just now.

"Okay, okay, my dad's illness is really cured, thank you."

The old man looked at his son and then at the screen of his mobile phone. He was as happy as a child and grinned, revealing the few remaining teeth he had.

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and encouraged: "Grandpa, you did a great job. Believe in yourself and believe in the power of love. You defeated the disease and regained your health."

The old man nodded gratefully, tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Thank you, you are really a miracle doctor. Without your guidance, I might not be able to hold on."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do as a doctor. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to contact me. I will always be at your service."

"Okay, okay, I just feel sorry for my son and let him suffer." The old man sobbed softly again.

"Dad, as long as you can forgive me and live well, everything else will be a small problem."

"well……"

The father and son thanked him profusely and wept with gratitude. Indeed, just imagine how horrible it would be to wake up every morning and see a world that was blood red.

Wouldn't it be a win-win situation if the old man could be cured of his illness without taking any medicine and just through simple guidance?

There are many different diseases in the human body. Sometimes they must be treated with medicine, while others require surgery. Sometimes they require psychological counseling, while others require external ointments. Therefore, the right way is to treat the disease according to its cause.

After the father and son had a pleasant chat, Ling Xiaoxiao sent them out of the live broadcast room.

At this time, Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the time on her mobile phone. It was exactly 11:, which meant that today's live broadcast had come to an end.

By the way, did Chen Zhexuan get off work last night? Did he go home and fall asleep?

He worked almost all night last night. What a poor guy. Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoxiao could no longer sit still. She had to rush back to the dormitory to see him immediately.

Although Ling Xiaoxiao was still in the live broadcast room, her heart had already flown to Zhexuan.

"Dear fans and friends, today's live broadcast is about to end. Thank you for your company and support. We will see you tomorrow at the same time. I look forward to your visit again."

When Ling Xiaoxiao announced that she would stop broadcasting, the viewers in the live broadcast room immediately went wild and began to swipe their screens crazily:

"How come time flies so fast? Is it time to end the show again?"

"Can the miracle doctor please stop going live? I'm still waiting to see a doctor..."

"Woo, woo, woo, but I haven't seen enough. What should I do?"

"Thank you, Dr. Ling. See you tomorrow~"

"886..."

Ling Xiaoxiao said goodbye to her fans one by one with a smile. Despite this, many fans were still reluctant to leave.

They still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that Ling Xiaoxiao would suddenly change her mind and distribute red envelopes again, so that they would have a chance to grab a spot.

However, their expectations were destined to be dashed.

Ling Xiaoxiao resolutely closed the live broadcast room, then left offline, leaving only a huge black screen, leaving many fans and friends there lingering and feeling lost.

It’s really strange, why didn’t Chen Zhexuan send me a WeChat message today?

In the past, he always had a steady stream of information. What exactly happened?

Xiaoxiao had an ominous premonition in her heart, and she felt vaguely that something was wrong.

So she quickly sent him a WeChat message on her mobile phone, but received no reply for a long time.

Normally, Zhexuan would always give explanations no matter big or small, and would respond to everything in a timely manner, but now...

What went wrong?

Normally, even if Zhexuan was going to have surgery, he would send a message to inform him; even if he was off work, he would also send a message to report that he was safe.

However, I didn’t receive a single message this morning.

Could it be that Zhexuan's phone ran out of battery? Or was he too tired and just kept sleeping?

Even if he was exhausted after working the night shift, he would still send me a message.

What happened today?

Ling Xiaoxiao felt a chill deep in her heart and felt a little creepy.

She had originally planned to go to the cafeteria to eat, but at this moment she had completely lost her appetite.

She hurried back to the fifth floor of the dormitory, panting.

When she arrived at the dormitory door, she first knocked hard on Zhexuan's door and shouted anxiously:

"Zhexuan, Zhexuan, are you there? Are you still sleeping?"

But the room was silent, without a single response.

Ling Xiaoxiao felt increasingly uneasy. She started calling Zhexuan. The ringing tone echoed in her ears, but no one answered.

She called again and again, but each time she got the same result.

Could it be that Zhexuan was still working in the inpatient department? Or was he sleeping so soundly that he couldn't hear the phone ringing? This shouldn't be the case.

All kinds of speculations came to Ling Xiaoxiao's mind, and she became more and more flustered.

Finally, she decided to rush to the inpatient department again to find out what was going on.

I was a little hungry originally, but now that I couldn't find Zhexuan, the hunger feeling was completely forgotten and replaced by anxiety, worry and panic.

At this moment, Ling Xiaoxiao was shocked to realize that she was so concerned about Zhexuan in her heart.

That’s right, he has become her husband, and they are her legally recognized partner. How could she not be worried?

She sped along, the wind whistling past her ears, and passers-by cast curious glances at her.

People she knew greeted her and patients also greeted her, but she was upset at the moment and just responded perfunctorily.

Her mind had long been drawn to Zhexuan.

Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly took the elevator to the fifth floor.

When the elevator reached the fifth floor, she stepped out and saw that the nurses' station was crowded with people. Some people were even crying heartbreakingly, so loud that it could be said that their crying was earth-shattering and heart-wrenching.

"My son, why did something happen to you, wuwuwu..." A middle-aged woman cried out with tears on her face and messy hair, completely losing her image.

"What should we do? He left in the prime of his youth..." A middle-aged man wailed at a loss.

"No!... Doctor, Director, please save him quickly, save him quickly, he is still young..."

Their cries echoed heartbreakingly in the air.

Ling Xiaoxiao's heart tightened and she couldn't help but stop and look in the direction of the sound.

Such scenes are not uncommon in hospitals.

This is a stage where life and death are intertwined, and stories of life and death are played out every day.

Ling Xiaoxiao watched the scene in front of her silently, with an inexplicable emotion surging in her heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, but her eyes could not move away from the closed ward door.

What on earth had happened? Why would someone cry for help so desperately? A series of questions came to my mind.