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Good night, Mr. Huo! Chapter 10

Good night, Mr. Huo! Chapter 10

Gu Huan went up to the second floor alone and quietly came to the door.

Only a low voice came from inside.

“Madam, Jin Yan’s illness is very strange. My team has been studying his condition for eight years, and we have never been able to find the cause of his drowsiness. If he continues like this, I’m afraid… there is a life-threatening situation.”

“How…how could this happen?” Mother Huo said with a painful expression, her eyes fixed on Huo Jinyan lying on the hospital bed.

For a long time, she pretended to be calm and said word by word, “Dr. Liang, I hope my son is alive! I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Ma’am, yes.”

After Dr. Liang left, Gu Huan quietly entered the room.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the room, which was very pungent.

I saw Huo Jinyan lying quietly on the bed, his face pale and without a trace of blood.

Seeing Huo Jinyan like this, Gu Huan felt very sorry.

Seeing Gu Huan walking in, Mother Huo said worriedly, “I hope Jin Yan can recover soon, so that my dad and I can feel at ease.”

Gu Huan stared intently at Huo Jinyan lying on the hospital bed, and said in a low voice, “Aunt Qin, yes, Huo Jinyan will live a hundred years.”

“Well, let me borrow your good words.”

Mother Huo stayed in the room for a while and went to the kitchen to make medicine. At this moment, only Gu Huan was left in the room.

Gu Huan walked to the bed step by step and sat down, reaching out to touch Huo Jinyan’s left cheek.

His skin was cold and didn’t seem to have the slightest warmth.

If it weren’t for his normal breathing, she almost thought he was dead.

Gu Huan was very frightened, she was finally reborn, and when she saw him, she wanted him to be good.

Looking at this familiar and beautiful cheek, Gu Huan’s hand slowly stroked his face, a smile twitched on the corner of his lips, and said softly:

“It’s good, Huo Jinyan, we meet again in this life.”

“I cherish the present moment.”

“In my last life, I was too stupid to see your goodness and let you down. In this life, no matter how I want to catch you up and live with you happily and lovingly, it will be cost-effective.”

“So, you must not be in trouble, you know?”

As she spoke, she took out Huo Jinyan’s hand, put her fingers on his wrist, and took the pulse seriously.

Her grandfather was an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and she learned a lot of medical knowledge from him when he was alive.

Gu Huan thought about it for a while and came to a conclusion in his heart.

Huo Jin’s words and pulses were extremely chaotic.

One breath, four arrivals, and a slow pulse. This is due to a deficiency of the spleen and stomach, which should be caused by Huo Jinyan not eating breakfast.

It is large and hollow, like pressing a green onion tube. This is a disease of blood loss. Aunt Qin said that Huo Jinyan vomited blood in the morning.

However, his pulse is sloppy and has no root, accompanied by uneven pulse strength, which is a symptom of the scattered vitality and the impending death of the dirty energy, which is a symptom of a short life.

Why is it so serious.

Gu Huan was so distressed that he stayed until the evening when he was called by the servant to have dinner before leaving Huo Jinyan’s room.

At dinner, Gu Huan had no appetite.

Perhaps because of Huo Jinyan’s illness, Huo’s mother, Huo’s father, and Gu’s mother did not make a sound.

After returning to the room at night, Gu Huan quickly took out his suitcase and searched for it.

She remembered that her grandfather had left her with a small wooden box before her death. Before, she had no ambition to study medicine, so she threw it aside, but now she needs it very much. There must be grandfather’s experience in medical treatment in the past few decades.

Gu Huan emptied the entire suitcase, and finally found the wooden box in the hidden pocket in the suitcase.

She excitedly took the wooden box and walked to the bedside table to sit down and slowly opened it.

In the wooden box is a handwritten note, which has detailed records of each Chinese herbal medicine, and recorded many kinds of diseases and treatment methods, all of which are in Grandpa’s handwriting.

There was a small light-colored cloth bag under the notebook. When I opened it, there were actually a hundred or so silver needles in it.

After that, Gu Huan also found an ordinary circle ring in the wooden box.

This ring has a black body and is engraved with some ancient dark patterns. I can’t see what it is, and I don’t know what material it is made of.

After estimating the size of the ring, she put it on her index finger. Not to mention, the ring seemed to be tailor-made for her, not too big or too small, just right.

Just when she wanted to pull out the ring, she saw a blank look in front of her eyes, and she came to a paradise.

Gu Huan was completely stunned.