You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 3506: hope

Cheng Fengsu has already gotten a lot, so why is she still aggressive and relentless?

She's so nasty!

"You mean that the fibrils can't hold me, implying that Zhou Xiang hurt me, and I have to think about her everywhere?" Cheng Fengsu stood behind Yuan Zhong, pointed to an acupuncture point, asked the family doctor to record it, and then glanced at it. Yuan Ce glanced: "Yuan San Shao, repaying grievances with virtues, why repay virtues?"

Yuan Ce blushed and had a thick neck, unable to say anything to refute.

"Furthermore, Yuan San Shao..." After teaching all the acupoints, Cheng Fengsu pulled out a disinfectant wipe and slowly wiped his hands, "You have to be clear, from the beginning to the end, fibrils occupied me. Cheng Fengsu's position, instead of me, Cheng Fengsu has enjoyed the prosperity and wealth of the original family for 23 years, she owes me, not me owes her!"

Cheng Fengsu raised her eyes, put away her Yingying smile, and her eyes were cold, "Yuance, put away your face that I owe you eight million, I don't owe fiber, let alone you!"

Yuan Ce looked at Cheng Fengsu and was shocked by the aura that Cheng Fengsu suddenly exuded.

It was obviously just a little girl who looked at most in her early twenties, but the aura that burst out of her body was like that of his grandfather.

His throat was dry, his mouth was tongue-tied, and he was speechless.

Cheng Fengsu was too lazy to talk to such a black and white idiot, she turned her face and said to the family doctor standing beside her: "I'm watching, you press the second brother again, and I'll see if the acupuncture points and techniques you press are correct. "

"Yes!" the family doctor respectfully responded.

The family doctor pressed Yuan Zhong, and Cheng Fengsu stood aside to correct.

When the family doctor has fully learned, the housekeeper just came in and reported: "Sir, ma'am, the guest is here."

The original mother stood up excitedly: "Hurry up and invite Dr. Yue to come in."

She had already asked Ye Xingbei and knew that Ye Xingbei's doctor friend was called Yue Ya'er.

The housekeeper politely and respectfully let Yue Ya'er into the living room.

Yue Ya'er followed her new assistant, Xia Xiaohe.

Yu Yang also followed, carrying the medicine box that Yue Ya'er used to go to the doctor in her hand.

"Doctor Yue, please take a seat." The original father and mother exchanged warm greetings.

"No need, thank you," Yue Ya'er greeted everyone with a polite smile, straight to the point: "I'd better take a look at the patient first."

Her eyes fell on Yuan Zhong.

Yuan Zhong smiled and nodded at her: "I've caused trouble for Dr. Yue."

"No trouble, it's your duty." Yue Ya'er walked to Yuan Zhong, first helped Yuan Zhong call the pulse, then stood up, stood behind Yuan Zhong, and pressed more than a dozen degrees on Yuan Zhong's head.

When she finished pressing the button, the original mother, who didn't dare to come out, asked nervously, "Doctor Yue, can you cure it?"

The original mother's face paled nervously, her eyes fixed on Yue Ya'er, and a heart raised in her throat.

Since Yuan Zhong's leg was crippled, Yuan's family had not only found 100 or 80 doctors for Yuan Zhong.

Every time a new doctor comes to see Yuan Zhong, she is like this, with a heart in her throat, eager to hear the answer she wants to hear, and afraid of hearing the answer she doesn't want to hear.

Over and over again, she was greeted with hope and disappointed again and again, but she never thought of giving up.

The world is so big that it is full of wonders.

What if one day God had mercy and let her meet a magic doctor who could cure her son?

Her son is too young to spend his entire life in a wheelchair.