"I've sent you the photos, take a look yourself."
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
Ji Chi opened the photo sent by the other party, which showed the name of the medicine and instructions for use.
" Frozen Blood Disease...? What kind of disease is that?" Ji Chi looked at the picture the other party sent, which clearly stated the diagnosis, but how come he had never heard of this disease before?
Frozen Blood Disease, as the name suggests, is caused by blood clotting, making it unable to circulate in the body and provide energy. As long as medication is taken for a long time to suppress and dissolve the blood, it will not pose a life-threatening risk.
Ji Chi had never heard of this illness before, but his heart was no longer as tense as before.
At least we know the cause of the illness, so the rest is easier. He can bring people to treat the disease; if it can't be treated domestically, he can go abroad...
At this moment, Ji Chi was extremely grateful that he had nothing else but a little money.
He will definitely cure him... he definitely will.
He then quickly flipped through the pages, trying to find information about the drug's side effects.
"This medicine is a highly effective drug, but due to individual differences, the side effects may vary. If you experience any discomfort, please seek medical attention immediately."
"What the hell is the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all?"
Ji Chi angrily slammed his phone onto the bed, bumping into the little panda next to his pillow. He immediately went over and straightened it.
It seems I need to take the other person to the hospital for a full checkup...
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen He woke up and, still half asleep, reached out to touch the side of the bed.
Was it a dream?
Wen He scratched the itch on the tip of her nose and got out of bed.
He remembered Ji Chi was here... but he's gone...?
Wen He opened her phone and tapped into Ji Chi's chat window; he had already sent several messages...
Wen He sent the completed drawing to the other party.
He He He: I'm awake
He He He: (Image)
He He He: Are you satisfied with this? I forgot to send it to you this morning.
Ji Chi zoomed in on the painting by moving his finger across the screen. If it weren't for the image sent to him, he would have almost forgotten about it.
Demon Dragon: Why aren't we together?
Demon Dragon: That's enough for now, just draw me another one.
Demon Dragon: This time, we two have to be together!
Demon Dragon: I want to be the background image
Demon Dragon: [Transfer 20,000]
Wen He scratched the back of her head and looked at the screen in confusion.
What does Ji Chi mean...? Is he dissatisfied? If he's not satisfied, why did he draw it himself?
He He He: Is there anything you're not satisfied with?
He He He: I can change it.
Demon Dragon: No need to change it, just draw it for me again.
Demon Dragon: Take the money, the extra is for you to have some extra chicken legs.
Wen He hesitated for a moment before clicking "Receive Payment".
Ji Chi is such a good person...
Now I have money to buy medicine again.
In addition to reviewing Ji Chi's information again, Wen He also received a message from the production team.
Everyone is asked to gather in the lobby in the afternoon.
Ji Chi saved the picture sent by the other party and set it as his lock screen. His desktop wallpaper was still the crybaby version of Wen He.
He will never change.
I never understood why Quan Chongnian always liked to use Xiao Guai's photos as wallpapers and background images.
Now he desperately wants to save all of her photos and post them on social media so everyone knows how much he cares for her.
Unfortunately, he only managed to take one or two photos, and he can't reveal them yet, otherwise someone will get angry~
Ji Chi put his phone in his pocket and walked straight towards Wen He's room.
Bang bang bang--
The familiar knocking sounded again, Wen He shouted towards the door.
"Wait a moment!"
He needs to take care of some physiological needs...
When Wen He came out of the restroom, he walked towards the door with his phone in his hand, knowing that Ji Chi was waiting for him there.
Wen He nestled comfortably in Ji Chi's arms, letting him carry her downstairs.
Downstairs in the living room, Duan Yueyang was playing checkers with Zhou Siyu on the sofa, while Wei Xun sat beside them, giving them guidance and watching.
There was a task in the afternoon, which meant he didn't need to cook, so Wei Xun naturally became more active.
Ji Chi took out iodine and cotton swabs from the small first-aid kit in the living room, and then took out scissors to cut off the gauze on Wen He's knee.
The knee, which had been treated at the hospital, was stained yellow. Wen He lowered her head and blew on the wound to relieve some of the discomfort. The previously white flesh had now returned to its original color.
Ji Chi dipped a cotton swab into the iodine solution to wash away the powder on Wen He's knee, then gently fanned it with the back of his hand.
"Okay, don't take a shower tonight. You should feel much better tomorrow."
"Uh-huh..."
Wen He quickly fanned herself, mimicking the other person's movements.
If I can't shower today, then I can't sweat, and I can't do strenuous exercise either. I hope the production team won't hold any large-scale events...
Wen He's silent prayers were heard by the production crew.
After everyone arrived, the production team announced today's task.
The production team. "Has everyone not had dinner yet? We've prepared a sumptuous dinner for you, but everyone's dinner will be different. You'll need to answer some questions, and each person's choices will mean you'll taste different food."
Production team. "So what is this task?"
Production crew: Later, each of our guests will be taken to the third floor of the cabin. Our task is on the third floor, and it's also related to tomorrow's date! Good luck everyone!
The third floor of the cottage, or more accurately, the third floor of the castle.
The reason why the group did not go up to the third floor was that the third floor was not previously open to the guests.
Production team. "Our first guest is Wen He, please come forward."
To make the task easier, Wen He chose not to remain in his wheelchair. He endured Ji Chi's disapproving gaze and slowly followed the staff to the third floor via elevator.
The layout of the third floor is the same as the second floor, mostly consisting of guest rooms.
Wen He stopped at the elevator entrance, where a huge sign stood in front of her.
Several large characters were written on it.
What are your thoughts on marriage?
Just as he was still completely confused, the staff led him forward again.
There are five rooms ahead. Just choose any answer you think is correct.
[Wow, the production team is finally getting back to the main point, instead of doing some outdoor activities.]
[My heart aches for Xiao He; she still walks with a shaky gait.]
[This knee looks really bad; it didn't look this scary when it was bandaged.]
[Won't it leave a scar?! I'm so angry!]
I'm really looking forward to seeing what Xiao He will choose; I have a feeling he won't choose the first one.
[Anyway, I wouldn't choose the first one.]
Wen He slowly walked forward, supporting herself against the wall. The first door read, "Looking forward to happiness and fulfillment."
I don't expect...
Wen He thought to herself, then looked at the door opposite, "I have no plans at the moment."
Wen He didn't look at the answers after that; his feet hurt... and he really didn't want to walk any further, so he chose the second door and went inside.
The room is simply furnished, with two floors separated by pale white curtains.
A small rectangular table sits in the center, with a bouquet of red roses in a pot in one corner, the most eye-catching splash of color in the entire room.
Wen He stepped forward and sat down in a chair facing the door, her hands clasped together, her gaze unconsciously drawn to the roses.
The dark red flowers had clearly just been sprayed with water, as water droplets still remained on the leaves.
" Wen He?"
A loud banging came from the doorway, causing the water droplets on the petals to slide off.
This illness is just something the doctor imagined; it doesn't exist in the world. Please don't overthink it, thank you~ (There is no scientific basis for this).
Thank you for the gifts, babies~ Love you all