Outside the intensive care ward, Shen Zhiyue was lying in front of the glass window, staring at the unconscious woman inside for a moment.

The woman was wearing a breathing mask and was covered with tubes, and she looked very uncomfortable.

"How did you get here? Behind him rang out the man's deep, magnetic voice.

Shen Zhiyue turned around weakly, lowering her head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at him, "I just want to come and see my cousin......"

"Can't you wait until you're done with the infusion?" he approached her with a gloomy face, and grabbed her hidden arm behind him without allowing her to dodge, rolled up his sleeves, and saw that there was still blood bubbling there, he was really angry with her.

He just went to her ward, and he didn't see her figure, and the needle that was forcibly pulled out was still dripping with blood, and his anger immediately surged up, thinking that he must teach her a good lesson if he caught her.

But seeing her pitiful appearance at this time, I couldn't bear it, and my heart couldn't help but soften, and I couldn't even say a word at this moment.

"I know it's wrong. Shen Zhiyue drooped her head, raised her eyes from time to time to peek at him, and saw that although he was angry, there was undisguised care in her eyes, and her heart suddenly warmed, and she had a feeling of being cared for by her relatives.

Relatives, she remembered her hope again, although she was still in Jiangcheng, she didn't know anything about the outside world.

At first, it was because she couldn't hear or see, but then it was probably because she was afraid that she would be upset, and no one told her anything about her past, and even Mrs. Nalan was very cautious when she talked to her recently, for fear that she would poke her sore spot.

She knew that they were all for her good, so she didn't bother to ask anything.

Although she missed Zhiwang very much, she still tried her best not to see him, she believed that without her, Zhiwang would live well, anyway, she was already a "dead person", why bother with his life that had finally calmed down.

Jiang Chengfeng sighed helplessly, and draped the coat in his hand over her shoulders, "I said that I would take you to see her, but I had to come here secretly, now do you feel better when you see her like this?"

Shen Zhiyue shook her head, inexplicably had an urge to cry, she just knew that she had another cousin, and she looked very similar to her, but she was lying unconscious on the bed, and she could die at any time, she seemed to empathize, and she was almost out of breath with sadness.

"Can I give it a try?" she tugged at his sleeve with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Jiang Chengfeng was slightly stunned, and quickly reacted, "You want to heal her?"

Shen Zhiyue nodded, "My mother is also a doctor, I ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a slightly mocking voice, "It's a doctor who kills people!"

Her body stiffened, her little face suddenly turned pale, she turned her eyes to look at the person who came, opened her mouth to justify, but felt that the explanation was so pale and weak, she had already overturned the case for the Shen family, but in the hearts of the people of Jiangcheng, the stain of the Shen family's medical hall to treat the dead had been deeply rooted and could no longer be washed clean.

Since she was a child, her dream was to be a doctor with excellent medical skills like her mother, and she was not as talented as she hoped for, so she put in more effort, and by the age of eight she had memorized the efficacy of all the medicinal materials in her mother's medical codex.

At the age of ten, he was already able to suture wounds and even administer needles and medicines to patients under the guidance of his mother.

But she tried so hard to become a trusted doctor, but in the end, no one was willing to let her diagnose and treat, and they all avoided her like a snake and scorpion, and humiliated her with the matter of Chen sesame seeds and rotten grains at every turn, so that she didn't feel cold.

"Qin Bing!" Jiang Chengfeng looked coldly at the tall woman who was walking towards them step by step, she was wearing a doctor's unique white coat, which was more intellectual and elegant, but the words she said were very uncomfortable.

Qin Bing completely ignored the warning in his eyes and said disapprehantly: "What? Did I say something wrong? Or do you not believe in my ability and want a pregnant woman with no work experience and is still a patient herself to treat the young marshal's wife?"

"I didn't deny your meaning, it's just that you have a specialization in the art industry, you are proficient in Western medicine, so Xinyue has always accepted Western medical treatment, the medical technology of foreigners is indeed advanced, but it is not omnipotent, and there are problems that they can't solve, and Zhiyue happens to be good at Chinese medicine, you also said that you can't cure a person who is bent on death, so what's the harm in letting Zhiyue try? Anyway, there will be no worse results than death. ”

His words were extremely calm, but they made Qin Bing and Shen Zhiyue stunned.

The former is deeply influenced by Western thought and culture, and has no good impression of local medical education, and in her eyes, Chinese medicine is an extremely pedantic quack, and it is not on the table at all.

And when she was a child, her mother died because of a misdiagnosis, it is said that she was still a respected old Chinese medicine doctor with an excellent reputation, but she still made such a low-level mistake, which is unforgivable, so she hates Chinese medicine very much, especially Chinese medicine with a history of treating death.

Shen Zhiyue was moved by Jiang Chengfeng's trust in her, to be honest, she was not too sure that she could cure Nalan Xinyue, but she wanted to give it a try, not only to repay him for saving his life, but also because she had already regarded them as her relatives from the bottom of her heart.

"Just let Zhiyue try it. ”

I don't know when, Mrs. Nalan also came over, she gently took Shen Zhiyue's hand, her eyes were full of encouragement, "Xinyue is my daughter, I hope she gets better than anyone else, but the doctor has sentenced her to death, and now my aunt has handed her over to you, do your best, don't have a burden, whether she can wake up or not, it all depends on her own life, and no one else." ”

"Aunt......" Shen Zhiyue didn't know what to say, so she could only nod heavily, "Thank you." ”