Changsun Qingyan vaguely remembered the day when the miracle doctor's pulse diagnosis came out. His immortal master would also sigh sadly. The junior brothers and sisters who had been kept secret crowded into his courtyard, and were sent away not long after.
Where is the Zhong Qing Shu? He held his hand and sat in front of his bed with a blank expression, as if he was the one suffering from an incurable disease.
Changsun Qingyan felt relieved - he missed An Shuer, and he was afraid that An Shuer would wait in front of Naihe Bridge for too long.
Without the thought of life, there is no life. His condition deteriorated rapidly, but Zhong Qingshu insisted on saving him. He consulted the world's miracle doctors, searched for folk remedies, and searched for good medicines from all over the world. Sun Qingyan woke up from coma countless times. From here, you can see bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and he is looking through the vast pharmacopoeia with all his heart.
In one year, Zhong Qingshu's life was more tiring than his patient.
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