"Hey," Mao Zhonghe let out a long sigh, shook his head gently, didn't say anything, and walked straight to the door.

Murong Xin's heart suddenly seemed to fall into a depression, although Mao Zhonghe didn't say anything, but this attitude was a little too obvious, Wang Rong followed Mao Zhonghe out of the ward.

Mao Zhonghe didn't go far, as if he knew that Wang Rong would follow him out, standing in the corridor, his brows were tightly locked, and his right hand kept curling his white beard, which he had always been used to.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Wang Rong asked, standing behind him.

"It's strange," in medicine, Mao Zhonghe never joked with Wang Rong, probably this is also a kind of professionalism, paused and continued: "I don't know where you found such a strange disease, according to my preliminary conclusion, her internal organs have been hit by a huge blow, and she has been completely displaced, and the case should have died a long time ago, but ......"

Saying this, he glanced back at the ward suspiciously, and the rest of the words did not come out.

Wang Rong nodded slightly, Mao Zhonghe is indeed an authority in this regard, but he can judge so many things simply by the pulse, even if it is him, he only judges that there is a strange aura on the patient's body.

"Is there a cure possible?" Wang Rong asked.

"It's difficult!" Mao Zhonghe shook his head solemnly, and said: "The internal organs have always been one of the most troublesome things in medicine, and any thing that happens can cause a person's death, not to mention ......"

Speaking of this, Mao Zhonghe glanced inside the ward and made sure that Murong Xin hadn't followed, so he continued: "What's more, it seems that something is invisibly blocking her automatic recovery." ！”

What is it? Wang Rong's mind remembered the feeling of déjà vu that he had felt in Murong Xin's mother in the morning, and he wondered: Could it be it?

"I mean, stinky boy, sometimes, people can't change what is meant to happen. Mao Zhonghe sighed and patted Wang Rong's shoulder gently, he regarded Wang Rong's thinking as a loss, and the implication was that he had given up the plan of treatment.

He really wanted to see how many hidden methods his apprentice had, but to heal a half-dead person, this was impossible in Mao Zhonghe's eyes, looking at what Wang Rong wanted to say, he stretched out his hand to stop it: "Actually, those are not the most important thing just now. The most important thing is that she herself has no desire to survive at all, as the saying goes: mourning is better than heart death, ignoring her physical injuries, purely from her heart, a person whose heart has died, wants to be cured, which is basically impossible. ”

Wang Rong opened his mouth, wanting to justify something, but finally turned into a light sigh, of course he knew what Mao Zhonghe said, in fact, when he first saw Murong Xin's mother's gray expression, he already knew about this situation, not so much that she died of the displacement of her internal organs, but that she died in her heart.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine to be cured, but what is it that makes her appear like this?

Wang Rong doesn't know, I'm afraid Murong Xin doesn't know either, otherwise she wouldn't have been made like this.

His eyes swept over Murong Xin, who had a stiff expression inside, Wang Rong's heart sank suddenly, and when he looked at Mao Zhonghe again, his eyes had already returned to the resoluteness they had just begun, "Master, whether you help me or not, I have to give it a try! There is no reason!" If you have to say the reason, it is a boy's promise to a girl! Wang Rong added in his heart,

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?" Mao Zhonghe pretended to be slightly angry, his two eyebrows raised slightly, and scolded Wang Rong: "Since you have already called me master, can't I help with my own apprentice's affairs?"

Looking at Mao Zhonghe, who took it for granted, Wang Rong's eyes were a little moist, no matter what the purpose of this old man was, he must accept himself as an apprentice, but at this moment, his appearance moved Wang Rong.

"Thank you!" all the thousand words turned into these three words, and he bent down slightly at Mao Zhong and Wang Rong.

"Stinky boy, I can tell you in advance, I'm not for you, I'm for my future apprentice and daughter-in-law!" The seriousness just now disappeared in an instant, and the image of a lewd old man suddenly appeared, with a ** smile on his mouth, his hands alternately wiping his beard, a pair of small eyes looked at the lonely and cold figure here, nodded approvingly: " Stinky boy, although your personality is not very good, but these eyes are still very good, the women I am looking for are better than the other, but the personality is a little cold, and you will have time to ** in the future. ”

Even Wang Rong, who was as powerful as a man, was blanked by Mao Zhonghe's sudden change of topic, and after reacting, he rolled his eyes there vigorously, what is my personality?

Seeing that he was willing to help him, Wang Rong didn't bother to bother with him, glanced at him lightly, and said, "I said old man, shouldn't you go and prepare something? Stabilize her condition earlier, and I should go home early, my mother is still waiting for me to go back for the National Day at home." ”

"Okay?" Mao Zhonghe instinctively wanted to laugh at Wang Rong, but when he thought that this seemed to be his own family, the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed it and changed the topic. He said, "Are you going back?"

"I'm ...... Belch. Instinctively, Wang Rong wanted to refute his words, but he suddenly reacted, as if Mao Zhonghe's words were not wrong, he had already undergone facial treatment when he came, although the current appearance is still similar to before, but this similarity is not too big, maybe Bai Xiqing and they really don't know themselves, let alone them, even Lin Dai may not know themselves.

"How is it|?I didn't say anything wrong, right?" Seeing that Wang Rong was speechless, Mao Zhonghe smiled proudly at Wang Rong and said,

"Well, you win. Faced with such a powerful reality, Wang Rong naturally didn't deny it, suddenly remembered something, didn't wrinkle slightly, looked at Mao Zhonghe and asked suspiciously: "There is something I can't think about for the time being, how did you recognize me?"

If it weren't for Mao Zhonghe mentioning this problem, Wang Rong really didn't notice this problem, but as soon as he said this, Wang Rong also remembered it, as if Murong Xin and Mao Zhonghe both recognized themselves at a glance, could it be said that they have heavenly eyes?