The next morning.

When Ye Zheng woke up, the person by the bed had disappeared.

Is Night Cold up already?

Ye Zheng touched her phone and it was almost noon. It was probably because she was sleepless last night, so she slept late today.

Ye Zheng sat on the bed for a while, then rubbed his head and started the bed.

While passing through the study, Ye Zheng saw two little maids standing at the door, stealing whispers.

“Really, as soon as you sent it in, Master Nine immediately drank it? ”

“Yes, at that time, Master Jiu was handling his official duties. He was presumably tricky, and his face looked scary. I was already ready to step out and come back in later. As a result, Master Jiu suddenly called me back and asked me to take the medicine and drink it without delay for a second...”

“No way! You're so lucky! ”

Not far away, Ye Zheng was deeply relieved to hear, and someone finally became a little aware.

There is no need to worry about taking medication on time, the most important sleep can be guaranteed, and there is still a need to keep your emotions calm and tired of mania and anger, all of which are indispensable.

It's all very easy to say, but everything is very difficult for Night Cold.

The toughest thing left is tiredness.

Night Cold does not believe in anyone, and all things are hands-on. This is force majeure and is basically inevitable.

It is for this reason that Straight Night Cold was born tired of deteriorating, and the whole of the previous life was emptied out.

No way, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, and the colder the night is in that position, these things must be endured, and it is obviously unrealistic for him to abandon all things immediately.

How the hell do we get him to stop wasting his time?

Ye Zheng stood outside the door and watched the night cold with a gentle cough. His mood grew heavy again.

She can't solve this for now. She can only try to urge him to take a regular break. Next time Sun Baiwei is routinely checked by Shi Night Cold, let's see how he is...

……

Turning to the day of routine checks.

Ye Qiang and the old lady came to Sun Baihua's private residence with Shi Nightcold to make a comprehensive diagnosis.

At this time, only half a month has elapsed since Sun Baixu asserted that Shi's life expectancy at night was only six months away.

Ye Zheng accompanied the old lady and waited in a complicated mood outside the examination room door.

“Grandma, don't worry. During this time, Jiu will take his medication on time, and his mood will be stable. Maybe it will improve?” Ye Xiaoxian comforted.

The old lady knew that Ye Zheng had been with her grandson for some time. She patted her hands on the back and sighed a long time. “I hope so...”

License on one side stares at a closed metal clinic, and the mood is also heavy.

During this time, he watched Ye Zheng go to great lengths to help Master Nine adjust his body, but Master Nine's physical deficit is not a matter of two days a day, and he has already started the lesion, how can he be remedied in such a short time?

I'm afraid this inspection is still not optimistic.

Worse still, Master Nine's illness has been passed on to almost the entire family with added fuel and vinegar. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it secret...

After an hour of waiting, the metal door in front of me finally opened.

Simon walked out of it in a slight whitewash.

“Jiu!” Ye Zheng immediately walked over to hold him.

When the temperature cooled last night, the cold just got a little cold, so I woke up with a cold in the morning.

His physical resistance is indeed rapidly decreasing...