As soon as these words came out, Hongyue only felt that the air pressure around Bo Qing's body suddenly dropped by several degrees, which made her a little breathless.

Hongyue lowered her head timidly, "I'm sorry master, I didn't mean that, I just think that Golden City is your hard work for many years, if, if it is given to Doctor Zheng, you really have nothing." ”

Bo Qing lowered his eyes, "There is life, it is enough." ”

He spit out a few words softly, his voice was not loud, and his voice was extremely shallow, but it was not difficult to hear his determination to continue to live.

And what Zheng Xiaomeng wants is such determination.

After all, it is not the doctor, not any kind of medicine or surgery, but the patient himself who really defeats the disease.

A person, as long as he is full of hope for life and the future, will be able to overcome everything and live well.

Of course, the necessary treatment is still needed.

Zheng Xiaomeng smiled with satisfaction and said to Hongyue: "Go and draw up an agreement, maybe I will really cure your master as soon as I am happy, you can prepare the agreement first, and it will not be too late to give it to me when the time comes." ”

Hongyue was still a little unwilling, but had to say, "Yes." ”

After Hongyue left, Bo Qing invited Zheng Xiaomeng to the living room and personally made two cups of black tea for Zheng Xiaomeng and Xing Yi, "Drink to see if you like it, if you don't get used to it, I'll let someone change it for you." ”

Zheng Xiaomeng picked up the cup and took a sip gently, the tea was fragrant, it was better than expected, with a slight bitter taste, and it would slowly return to sweetness after bitterness.

She usually doesn't drink much tea, and the most she drinks is ten yuan a cup of milk tea, but the taste of this cup of black tea in her hand makes her feel very familiar, like a certain taste hidden in the deepest part of her memory.

"I don't need to change it, it's delicious, I like it very much."

"That's good." Bo Qing took a sip of the teacup, his movements were very elegant, with a bit of a weak girl's sense of immediacy.

"By the way, didn't the red moon say you're uncomfortable? Give me your hand and I'll see. ”

"No need, I'm used to this feeling, and I can't die for the time being."

"And ...... you called me today?"

Bo Qing gently put down the teacup in his hand, took out a small fine silver box from his coat pocket, opened the box, and there was a black pill lying quietly inside, the size of a quail egg.

He put the box on the table, and then gently pushed it in front of Zheng Xiaomeng.

"What is this?"

"This is the last antidote pill I left, and I can last 30 days if I take it once."

"Did the doctor who died make the medicine before?"

"Hmm."

"And what about the medicine you're taking now? How many days does the detoxification last? ”

"One day."

Forehead......

One day and thirty days, the gap is also a little too big.

Bo Qing explained: "In fact, the effect of detoxification was still very good at the beginning, at least half of the medicinal power, but then the more I ate, the more I found that the medicinal power was constantly weakening, from the beginning of fifteen days, to ten days, seven days, five days, three days, one day, I now have to eat twice a day to maintain a basic life, otherwise it ......."

He smiled and didn't continue.

She's a doctor, and she should know what he's like after the toxicity hits, and why he's going to say anything more.

He didn't want to expose his weak and helpless side.

Zheng Xiaomeng picked up the pill on the table, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, a very bitter and complicated smell came to her nose, which showed how many kinds of precious and rare herbs were mixed in this medicine.

"Why did you suddenly give me the last pill?"