Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

He subconsciously used the inner energy in his body that was similar to the inner energy in wuxia novels. In the end, after these few needles, he felt that half of his body was drained. If he did not stop in time, he would have collapsed.    

    

"Don't worry. As long as my son recovers soon, money is not a problem!" Zhou Jianguo quickly said. Money was just a number to him. He did not feel any heartache.    

    

"That's good... I thought I worked for nothing." Wu Lai heaved a sigh of relief and pointed at Zhou Zhiwei. "That's enough. It's late at night. You should rest. He will be fine after one night. I also need to rest. Otherwise, I won't be able to hold on much longer. "    

    

Dean Ma watched from the side with incomparable excitement. This was the hope of Huaxia's TCM. This was the hope of the medical world's future! With these two acupuncture needles, Wu Lai's position in any hospital could be on par with the hospital director!    

    

After saying that, Wu Lai walked to another hospital bed without any influence and laid down on all fours.    

    

"Are you all right?" Luo Feifei walked to his side and asked.    

    

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I want to rest for a while..." Wu Lai closed his eyes and started to rest as he spoke.    

    

Seeing Wu Lai so tired, Luo Feifei sat beside him and kept quiet. She stared at his face and was lost in thought.    

    

Zhou Jianguo and his wife also looked at each other and then looked at Dean Ma.    

    

"Don't look at me, ___ said. If you need to rest, just rest. Since Dr. Wu had already attacked, Young Master Zhou's injuries would recover very quickly. His mental state will also return to normal. Both of you need to pay attention to your body. Don't overwork yourself. The security of the hospital is still at ease." Dean Ma said.    

    

At this moment, Dean Ma did not have any intention of being tired at all. Instead, he walked to the bedside and began to carefully observe Zhou Zhiwei.    

    

Hearing Dean Ma's words, Zhou Jianguo also let out a sigh of relief and said to Liu Huilan, "Huilan, go back and have a good rest first. Then tell the servants not to touch Zhiwei's room. Prepare some nutritious breakfast tomorrow morning."    

    

This time, Liu Huilan rarely did not say anything. She only looked at Zhou Zhiwei on the bed reluctantly and left the ward.    

    

Zhou Jianguo made a chair and sat by the bed. He rubbed his temples and began to rest.    

    

No matter how rich, as a parent, or as a parent, it could not be changed.    

    

...    

    

Early in the morning.    

    

Wu Lai slowly woke up. Just as he wanted to stretch, he felt something pressing down on his body.    

    

What was so heavy? It was pressing down on his chest, but it seemed to be a little soft?    

    

He focused his eyes and saw a face lying quietly beside him. Luo Feifei's hands and feet were tightly hugging Wu Lai like an octopus.    

    

Wu Lai took a deep breath. It was so early in the morning, could it not be so... comfortable!    

    

He slightly lowered his head and looked. He followed Luo Feifei's neck and saw the two balls of... indescribable stimulation!    

    

Boom!    

    

Like the eruption of a volcano, the sharp blade was unsheathed!    

    

As if it was because of Wu Lai's movement, Luo Feifei finally woke up in a daze. Seeing Wu Lai in front of her, she greeted him in a daze. "Morning."    

    

"Morning... Ah!" Wu Lai felt a little awkward.    

    

Suddenly, Luo Feifei moved and frowned. She said doubtfully," Wu Lai, what do you have in your pocket? It belongs to me. "