"The blood he coughed into my palm was hotter than the Shen family's gold bars."
> When the capitalist young master Shen Qingyan was thrown into a broken house to die, he still held half a piece of moldy candy in his hand.
> I kicked open the door and threw the brown rice porridge to his mouth: "Want to die? Pay off my father's life first!"
>
> **Later——**
> When Sun Xiulan reported him for engaging in "feudal medical skills," I raised the table in front of everyone and said, "I, the man whom I, Lin Wan, raised, is it your turn to bark?"
> He saved a pregnant woman with difficult labor with a silver needle and became the "Mr. Shen" whom the whole city begged for;
> My herbal food stall was set up, and the curses in the street turned into the sound of swallowing saliva.
Until the police car took away the crazy Sun Xiulan, he pressed me against the medicine cabinet with red eyes: * "Madam, without your medicine... I will die."**
——Then die in my arms, you coward.
