My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 63

Chapter 063 The Diagnosis Fee

"Working for Gonzalez, without meal?"

The girl's voice was low.

Waynett's thin lips were slightly curved, "Children are growing up, how could they starve you."

Annette looked at him and said seriously, "I'm growing up, but I'm not a child."

Every time he saw her seriousness, Waynett could not help but laugh.

He got up from the bed, stood up straight on his long legs and looked at her with a light smile in his eyes, "Come on, let me take you to dinner."

Annette nodded, and it was clear that she was really hungry.

Considering that Annette had not eaten for a long time, the kitchen made sweet porridge to nourish her stomach, and some desserts.

Just after eating, someone from the old lady's yard said she was awake.Then they followed to the old lady's side, who was still not quite conscious, only her pale eyes kept twitching.

Joyce leaned closer to Annette's ear, "Look at you, you got into this trouble.Even if the old lady was sober, she won't be able to survive for a few years, and she needs to take medicine all the time to keep her pulse up."

Annette looked over lightly from the corner of her eyes.

Joyce immediately closed her mouth and checked the old lady's body with a serious look.

Oh,God!the longer I lived, the more stupid I was.I just asked Fiona about the rules of the school, and now I'm an idiot.

Annette began to take the old lady's pulse.

After a long time, she took out the silver needles to sterilized them. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nei Guan was lifted and twisted, followed by the Ren Zhong tilting sparrow peck technique, San Yin Jiao tilted at forty-five degrees and pumped three times.

The technique was skillful and sophisticated, like a virtuoso performance.

Joyce watched the scene sincerely.Every time when he watched Annette do acupuncture, he wanted to take a video and save it ! He had no talent in this filed and was a late starter, so what he can do was only watching.

Unfortunately, there were few people studying Chinese medicine these days.

Waynett stood with one hand in his pocket, his eyes always falling on the young girl whose brow was always slightly furrowed, her jaws converging.

After an hour, Annette put away all the silver needles.She said indifferently, "She will be completely awake by evening, take care of her with no stimulation, no dietetic contraindication."

Waynett looked at the old woman in the hospital bed, "Annette, tell me honestly how many days she has left."

The girl gave him a look and flung her bag behind her, "Well maintained, three to five years, or anytime."

She wasn't a god, she was just a doctor who snatched people from the hands of death and wouldn't be able to save the old lady's life every time.

Waynett looked pensive for a long time and then spoke up, "How to take care ?"

Annette fished a small piece of paper out of her bag and wrote the prescription, "Take the medicine first, I'll make some Chinese medicine when I have time, for the old lady's emergency use."

When she had finished writing, she handed it to him with clean, white fingertips, carelessly.

Waynett took it.

Beneath the paper, the delicate touch of their fingertips, one was warm and cool, the other was hot.

Annette paused for a moment and looked up.

After a few seconds of looking at each other, a smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth, her fine brows wicked and wild, "Waynett, for diagnosis fee, I want Sleeping Jade"

The Sleeping Jade was of little use to the old lady, and it would be a waste in Waynett's hands .

The man looked at her and smiled lowly, "Glen, go and fetch it."