Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

At 08:30 the next morning, Song Qingzhu had already appeared at the gate of the No. [-] Hospital. After all, he was her golden-legged bully, so he couldn't let him wait for her.

At nine o'clock, the familiar Bentley stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Song Qingzhu glanced at the screen of the mobile phone and curled his lips secretly, but it was really punctual, within a minute.

Song Qingzhu bent over and sat in, smiling with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Master Jiu, good morning."

Rong Junchu didn't even look at him, as if the people around him didn't exist at all.Song Qingzhu was used to his attitude, so he didn't mind.

"Assistant Lin, good morning."

Lin You smiled: "Good morning, Miss Song."

Because they have already made an appointment, they don't need to line up, and it is only 09:30 after a series of inspection items are completed.

Looking at the results of various inspections, Song Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was better than she expected. The original [-]% certainty is now at least [-]% sure.

"Miss Song, how are you doing?" Lin You asked impatiently, with genuine concern in his eyes.

Rong Junchu was sitting in a wheelchair, still with that unmoving expression, only his quietly clenched hands revealed his true heart.

"The situation is better than I expected, but it will take a lot of time and energy to fully recover. Most importantly, it will be more painful than the pain of a broken leg. Jiu Ye, can you do it?"

Speaking of his major, Song Qingzhu's expression was serious, and even the smile on his face disappeared.

Rong Junchu's eyes trembled slightly, but Lin You exclaimed, "Heal completely?"

Song Qingzhu blinked, puzzled: "Of course, otherwise what do you think?"

Lin You: "." He originally thought that what Song Qingzhu said could be cured, at most, it just allowed Rong Junchu to stand up and walk normally.

"How long?" Rong Junchu said, his voice hoarse.

"If you can do exactly what I said and cooperate with the treatment, it will take no more than two years at the earliest. However, this process is really painful and very human can bear it. If you want to give up halfway—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Then let's start." Rong Junchu said lightly.Has he experienced less pain in the past few years?
Song Qingzhu looked at him steadily: "Okay, let's start tomorrow. I need to prepare something today."

Rong Junchu nodded, "Let's go."

Lin You nodded gratefully to Song Qingzhu, and pushed Rong Junchu away. It wasn't until he got in the car that Lin You said, "Master Jiu, don't we want to give Miss Song a ride?"

Rong Junchu kept a cold face and didn't say anything, Lin You immediately didn't dare to continue talking. Forget it, it's very convenient to take a taxi here.

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Since Rong Junchu's leg disease was to be treated, he could not leave Linchuan City for a short time, and Song Qingzhu had to resign from his overseas job first.

Thinking of the quota that the teacher finally won for her, Song Qingzhu was slightly regretful, what a pity.

Song Qingzhu returned home, first called the teacher, and then called a friend, asking her to help send her things over.

Finally, I called Pei Zhen: "Master, I have encountered a difficult matter here, and I need to discuss it with you."

She told Pei Zhen about Rong Junchu's illness, her own judgment and treatment plan, and after receiving Pei Zhen's affirmation, she relaxed a little.

Early the next morning, Lin You appeared downstairs in the apartment. Seeing Song Qingzhu, he came out with a small backpack on his back, and then looked behind her: "Miss Song, where is your medicine box?"

Song Qingzhu pointed to his small bag: "It's all here, let's go."

"Don't bring more? Like medicine or something?" Lin You was worried, the illness of his ninth master was not a trivial matter.

Song Qingzhu gave him a look to let him experience it for himself, and got into the car straight away.

The car sped along the road, and the scenery in front of it gradually changed from bustling to sparsely populated. Finally, the car stopped in front of an antique house.

"Miss Song, here we are."

Song Qingzhu looked at the garden full of history in front of him, and Taohua's eyes were full of surprise: "Master Jiu lives here? Are you sure this is not a scenic spot?"

Lin You: "That's right here. Lord Jiu bought this house four years ago. Miss Song, please."

Song Qingzhu followed Lin You, looking at the house.It is similar to the style of Jiangnan gardens, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, rockeries and bamboos, which are well arranged. Probably for the convenience of Rong Junchu, the ground is not paved with cobblestone paths, but bluestone slabs.

I have to say that this house is beautifully built, and Rong Junchu really has golden thighs.

Entering the house, Song Qingzhu saw the man at the dining table at a glance. He was wearing home clothes and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a beautiful forearm.

Rong Junchu was eating breakfast slowly, even if he saw them coming in, he just glanced at them lightly.

"This is Ms. Song, right? Welcome, have you had breakfast? If you haven't, you can have some together." The housekeeper is for the elderly, knowing that Song Qingzhu is here to heal Rong Junchu's leg, and his attitude Very enthusiastic.

Song Qingzhu waved his hands hastily: "No, no, I've eaten, you're welcome."

What a joke, eating with Rong Junchu will cause indigestion?

"Miss Song can just call me Uncle Rong." Butler Rong smiled, "The young master is still having breakfast, so I have to trouble Miss Song to wait."

Song Qingzhu glanced at the graceful man from the corner of his eye, and said, "I came early."

Song Qingzhu waited for more than half an hour. When he saw the man coming over, he couldn't help cursing: I knew it was for breakfast, but I didn't know that I thought he was eating a full banquet.

Although he was slandering in his heart, his body stood up honestly: "Jiu Ye."

As soon as he finished yelling, Song Qingzhu spurned himself secretly: What are you afraid of, you are his attending doctor now, and it is he who wants something from you, so you have to be tougher.

Rong Junchu hummed, just one sound, and Song Qingzhu's hardness was completely extinguished.

Forget it, he has golden thighs, harder than her.

"Can we start?" Song Qingzhu asked kindly, with a friendly attitude and a bright smile.

Rong Jun nodded at the beginning.

Song Qingzhu hesitated: "It's right here?" There are people coming and going in this living room, maybe it's inconvenient?
Rong Junchu glanced at Lin You, and Lin You immediately said, "Then go to the study."

Song Qingzhu had no objection, in fact, she had no objection even in the living room, mainly because she was afraid of Rong Junchu's embarrassment.

Song Qingzhu quickly followed after carrying his small backpack.

The study is on the first floor. After Lin You delivered Rong Junchu, he left consciously. Only Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu were left in the study, staring at each other.