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However, Zheng Ji's situation was clearly worse than what they had expected.

Who was this skeletal man?

Even Zhong Wentao found it terrifying when looking at such a person. Was this person actually Zheng Ji?

Zheng Qing said bitterly: "Now do you know why my grandfather invited you here?"

If it was not because he could not continue, Old Master Zheng would definitely not give in.

"This is too …"

Terrifying.

Cheng Yang did not say anything, and did not dare to say anything to the patient.

Although Zheng Ji looked extremely terrifying, he was still spirited. These words would definitely be heard by others, he could not say anything about the illness in front of the patient, otherwise it would be even worse for the patient.

This was something that he had been reminded of every day in Pine City, so it was naturally still fresh in his mind.

"Pull the curtain aside, open the window and turn off the light."

Zhong Wentao put down the medicine box and started to instruct.

Cheng Yang skillfully listened to his commands, and never asked him one more question.

On the contrary, it was Zheng Qing who blocked the window, preventing Cheng Yang from opening the window.

Recently, the Yan Jing had cooled down and the wind outside was not weak. If it were to blow in, it would only make Zheng Ji's condition worse.

Zhong Wentao clearly knew why he still needed to do this.

His eyes were filled with doubt, as though Zhong Wentao wanted to do something to his brother, was it for Zheng Yu's revenge?

"The smell in this house is too unpleasant. If I stay here any longer, I will only get sick. How can I get better?"

Pushing Zheng Qing away was such a simple logic that even Cheng Yang himself understood.

A few minutes later, a few windows were opened and all the curtains had left. Leaning on Zheng Ji's window curtain, which still remained as it was before, Zheng Qing finally relaxed a little.

The lights in the room had already been turned off. Sunlight shone in from outside, and the room seemed to be even brighter than before.

"His health is not good, his body is very turbid. You all locked him in a airtight room, and all he breathes is his body's turbid air. Day after day, how is he doing?"

Zhong Wentao berated him coldly, "You don't even have this little bit of common sense, so don't stop people who know medicine. If Young Master Zheng doesn't mind, you can sit at the side and watch, but don't speak."

"I …"

Zheng Qing's face reddened. He had never been treated like this before.

But what Zhong Wentao said made a lot of sense. He had thought that his grandfather had protected Zheng Ji too much, and that was why Zheng Ji's body became weaker and weaker.

In the past, he was slightly angry, but after being used to seeing Old Master Zheng do this, he became accustomed to it instead, and no longer considered whether doing this would benefit Zheng Ji or not.

It seemed that it was necessary to invite Zhong Wentao over. Although this person looked young, he was resolute and decisive. He was truly a good doctor.

"You guys didn't give him the recipe I wrote last time, right?"

Touching Zheng Ji's wrist, Zhong Wentao smiled.

This smile made Zheng Qing even more embarrassed.

That prescription was opened by Zhong Wentao, and because Zhong Wentao's relationship with him was so close, Old Master Zheng naturally suspected that although he had asked for other Chinese medical examination formulas to say that they were extremely good, but unfortunately, Old Master Zheng did not agree, and did not follow the instructions given by Zhong Wentao to grab and boil the medicine, but he did not expect Zhong Wentao to be able to recognize him with a single glance, who the hell was this man?

Zheng Qing's silence was the answer, and Zhong Wentao did not ask any further, this time he planned to completely cure Zheng Ji, but if the people from Zheng Family were not so concerned, he could only learn from them and deal with the aftermath.

"Sorry …"

Zheng Qing said softly, he did not know what to say.

"No need to apologize."

Zhong Wentao coldly spoke: "This was your own choice in the first place, and it's not like you didn't give us compensation. We would also be grateful to the box that Grandpa Zheng Yu had passed down."

Zheng Qing did not reply, he only nodded slightly, as if he accepted Zhong Wentao's consolation.

Zhong Wentao had been observing Zheng Qing's reaction the entire time, so he should not have been aware of the contents of the box.

"Cough, cough …"

Zheng Ji, who was on the bed, suddenly coughed, breaking Zhong Wentao's line of sight.

Once again opening up a prescription for Zheng Ji, he let Cheng Yang take the medicine and boil the medicine.

For the sake of this grandson's illness, Old Master Zheng had moved the entire Chinese Medicine Shop to Zheng Family. There were all kinds of medicinal ingredients available, and he was not afraid of Zhong Wentao's prescription.

As long as it was medicinal herbs Zhong Wentao needed, they would be brought over by a servant within ten minutes. It was extremely convenient.

There were a few medicinal ingredients that did not even have Ciji Hall s, which surprised him.

Seeing through his thoughts, Zheng Qing helplessly said: "My grandfather is like this, he values my brother a lot, these medicinal herbs cost a lot, he does not care whether they are useful or not, as long as they are in the Chinese medicine shop, he will buy them all, afraid that it will delay my brother's condition, it is just that …"

Still, it was delayed.

Zhong Wentao nodded and did not express any further opinions.

If the Old Master Zheng gave a tenth of his attitude towards Zheng Ji to Zheng Yu, he would probably care even more about Zheng Ji's condition.

"How long has it been since he got out of bed?"

Zhong Wentao asked.

"Ever since he got sick, he hasn't left his bed to walk. He dotes on him every night, even when he eats and drinks he's been fed by servants."

Zheng Qing frowned, he did not approve of this treatment either.

Zhong Wentao could not help but look at him twice, he was truly different from other people.

It was already rare to know what was good and what was bad.

After Zheng Ji drank the medicine, his expression became a bit more relaxed. Zhong Wentao then lifted his blanket, planning to take him out of bed and walk around.

"Achoo!"

The moment the blanket was lifted, Zheng Ji immediately sneezed.

When he got out of the warm blanket, he was shivering and didn't want to get out of bed.

There was still a cool breeze in the room that made him feel like he was going to freeze to death.

She looked at Zheng Qing for help, hoping that Zheng Qing would stop him.

"Doctor Zhong …"

Zheng Qing helplessly spoke, he also felt that Zhong Wentao's actions were a little overboard.

If Old Master Zheng was here, he would definitely think that Zhong Wentao wanted to kill Zheng Ji.

No matter how he looked at it, this didn't seem like a treatment for a patient, but a retaliation.

Your brother is too well-protected, his body is too weak, all you have to do is to let him stay in a warm place, and in the future, even if he gets better, with just a slight breeze, he will become a serious disease that will take his life. If that happens, he will have to stay in a greenhouse for his entire life.

Warning, this is a serious warning.

If Zheng Ji fell to such a state in the future, he would still be abandoned by the Zheng Family.

"This …"

Zheng Qing looked at Zheng Ji with difficulty, hesitated for a minute, then hardened his heart and turned his head away, not looking at his brother.

They were twins, and there was a bit of a connection between them. He felt that his connection with Zheng Ji had indeed slowly weakened, but Zheng Ji's trembling standing on the ground only made this feeling even more intense.

Maybe Zhong Wentao was right, they could believe it one time.

"Stand still."

Seeing that Zheng Qing was not opposed to it, Zhong Wentao immediately spoke out to train Zheng Ji in his own way.

This made him feel like he was going back to his previous training as a Junior Brother, and he also had even more requirements for Zheng Ji.

The pitiful Zheng Ji, a young master from a rich family, had never been trained like this before.

However, he didn't realize that he wasn't feeling cold anymore, even though he was sweating profusely.

During this period of time, Cheng Yang had lowered the window a little to prevent the wind from blowing in so much. As the temperature in the house rose, Zheng Ji no longer felt that cold.

He walked in circles around the room, and after walking for a few dozen rounds, he was unable to move. Zheng Ji laid on the floor to rest, and continued to move after resting.

Other than eating and drinking to rest, the rest of the time, Zheng Ji followed Zhong Wentao as they walked back and forth.

It was fortunate that the Old Master Zheng was not around, otherwise this training would not have been conducted so smoothly.

Zheng Qing also didn't keep a straight face, but curiously watched Zhong Wentao bring Zheng Ji around while he walked. His brother actually also acted obediently, moreover, it was obvious that he looked much better than when he was in bed.

"My life is too thick. I have to take off the mattress to get a few layers. Sleep on a hard bed that is better for the waist."

Zhong Wentao inspected everything in Zheng Ji's room and found a lot of mistakes.

Even Zheng Ji's favorite scented candle was taken away by his, causing Zheng Ji to be extremely dissatisfied.

In the end, Cheng Yang still said sinisterly that only females could use incense candles, so Zheng Ji held it in with a straight face.

Seeing the way the three of them interacted, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little envious. He had never talked to Zheng Ji so brazenly before, and the three of them were not that close to each other.

He tossed and turned until nightfall, when many things were taken out of the room. The simple design of the room made it seem even more desolate.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Curling up on the hard bed, Zheng Ji felt weak, but his tone of voice was extremely intimate.

"We need to change the color of this room."

Zhong Wentao was not courteous at all, and directly spoke out.

"What?"

Even Zheng Qing was surprised, how was the color of the room bad?

"It's too dark and gloomy, and it's bad for the patient's mood. It's better to restore the white color, and it looks brighter. It's good for the patient."

These words were said with sincerity, but Cheng Yang knew that Zhong Wentao had his own selfish motives.

Zhong Wentao hated this color the most. Since he had to live here for a month, he naturally could not tolerate seeing this color everyday.

Using himself as a reason for Zheng Ji to do this, Zheng Qing had no choice but to agree.

Old Master Zheng didn't plan to come back for the next few days. When he comes back and sees his grandson, who knows what he will feel.

"Alright …"

Gritting his teeth, Zheng Qing agreed.

Looking at the slightly raised mouth of Zhong Wentao, he had a nagging feeling that Zhong Wentao was doing this on purpose.

However, Zhong Wentao's eyes were firm and it was impossible for him to doubt it even if he wanted to. He could only endure and do nothing.

Seeing Zheng Ji drink the medicine, Zhong Wentao got his men to bring over a bed in Zheng Ji's empty house. He planned to sleep here tonight and take turns watching Zheng Ji on night duty in the future.

This allowed Zheng Qing to relax a little, and felt that Zhong Wentao was indeed very responsible, and left happily.

At night, Zheng Ji was tormented for an entire day, but he did not fall asleep.

After drinking so much bitter soup before going to bed, he only felt waves of nausea, wanting to use his fingers to dig into his throat and spit to make himself feel better.

"You'd better not do that."

Just as he raised his hand, Zhong Wentao's cold voice transmitted over.