What could make a man more excited than such a hint from the sisters?
Ding Ning's eyes immediately turned green as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He yelled and patted his chest. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a healthy mother."
"Then we will wait for you!"
Ye Huan and her sister took a deep breath and gave him an encouraging look. Then they quietly closed the door and waited for the news outside.
When they got out of the room, the two sisters leaned against the wall and sat on the ground like deflated balloons, their eyes full of worry and tension.
"Sister, mom …"
Ye Le was restless and wanted to say something to ease her tension, but Ye Huan reached out to cover her mouth, held her in her arms, and said with a firm look, "Believe in him. He is our man, and he can do it."
"Yes!"
Ye Le nodded heavily, and her eyes gradually became peaceful. She nestled in her sister's arms, put her palms together, and prayed silently!
Ding Ning stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and kept washing his face with cold water, feeling a little anxious. He had simulated the whole treatment process for Sun Lanying thousands of times in his mind, and only put it into practice after he was sure that he had not missed anything!
However, he still did not expect that Sun Lanying would become so beautiful after she recovered her original appearance. If it were in normal times, it would be fine, but at this moment, it brought him great trouble.
The plump figure of a mature woman, with a trace of sickly pale skin, all brought him an unparalleled visual impact. Ye Huan and her sister were beautiful, but compared with Sun Lanying, they still lacked the seductive charm of a mature woman.
He took a cold shower and forced himself to calm down. Then he silently ran the Heart Sutra of Bodhi. After half an hour, he really entered the state and ignored the gift that was almost like God's gift.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ding Ning glanced at Sun Lanying's flat and smooth lower abdomen out of the corner of his eye, and a strong doubt arose in his heart. "She has given birth to two children, but why doesn't she even have stretch marks? Has she also used the excellent scar cream? "
But at this moment, it was not the time to think about this. Ding Ning held his breath and concentrated, grabbed her pale and thin wrist, and launched the Absolute Touch to carefully examine her body. His frowning eyebrows slightly relaxed.
The cancer cells had indeed begun to spread on a large scale, but during his last treatment, he had targeted some key organs to block, so there were no signs of metastasis. Everything was still under control. Otherwise, if there were signs of metastasis, even if he was not careful, he might not be able to reverse the situation.
Metastasis meant that malignant cells invaded blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, or body cavities from the primary site and continued to grow in distant organs, forming the same type of tumor as the primary site; while spreading meant that the tumor cells continued to infiltrate and grow along tissue spaces, lymphatic vessels, blood vessels, and nerves, destroying neighboring normal organs or tissues.
Under his purposeful control last time, although Sun Lanying's cancer cells had begun to spread to the whole body through the lymphatic system and blood, as long as there was no tumor metastasis, everything was still under his control, and the hope of cure was greatly increased.
Even so, the treatment this time was not so easy, and it required a lot of energy and True Qi. He was only a little ghost, and the speed at which he swallowed cancer cells was very slow. It might be difficult for him to surpass the growth speed of cancer cells, so he had to constantly use special methods to control the spreading speed of cancer cells.
Thirteen silver needles had long been ready to block a piece of cancerous area. The little ghost, who slept in the zombie's body every day, was also called out by him, entered Sun Lanying's body, and swallowed cancer cells in big mouthfuls.
Ding Ning did not stay idle, either. He kept massaging Sun Lanying's body and exerted the Meridian Severing Hand to control the spreading speed of cancer cells. He was racing against time with the Grim Reaper. Once the speed of cooperation between him and the little ghost could not catch up with the speed of cancerous transformation, this treatment would inevitably fail.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was dark in the blink of an eye. Ye Huan and her sister anxiously paced back and forth outside the door, but they did not dare to make a sound, lest they disturbed Ding Ning.
"Ding-a-ling!"
The doorbell, which was very normal, made Ye Huan and her sister break into a cold sweat. Ye Le ran downstairs quickly, opened the door, and saw Pan Xiangyun and Lan Mengdie. She hurriedly put her index finger on her lips to stop them from talking.
The two girls were confused and did not know what was going on. Ye Le then lowered her voice and told them that Ding Ning was treating her mother.
Hearing this, the two girls suddenly understood and tiptoed into the room. Lest they disturbed Ding Ning's treatment, they sat on the sofa with serious expressions and did not even dare to breathe heavily.
Ye Le suddenly sniffed and smelled a strong fragrance. She patted her forehead and said in a low voice with annoyance, "My mom has made soup and put it on the stove."
"The soup made by Auntie smells so good!"
Lan Mengdie was a little jumpy. She rubbed her belly in a hoarse voice and said in a low voice, "I've just eaten, and I want to drink more when I smell it."
"No, this is the soup my mom made for Ding Ning. After he treats my mom, he must be exhausted. Keep it for him."
Ye Le curled her lips and rubbed her growling belly. At noon, Ding Qianlie and Murong Yanran's auras were so strong that she could not eat at all. Now she was hungry.
"Aren't you also hungry? Let's see if the soup made by Auntie is enough. If it's too much, we won't drink it. If it's too little, we'll drink a little. "
Lan Mengdie was a big foodie, so she did not think too much and said with a drooling face.
Pan Xiangyun was a careful person. She looked at Ye Le thoughtfully and felt that something seemed to have happened when Ye Le was not here in the afternoon. Otherwise, Ye Le had always called Ding Ning brother, but now she called him Ding Ning. Sometimes a change of address could explain something.
"Could it be them?" Pan Xiangyun looked at Ye Le enviously, but then she shook her head. Sun Lanying was still at home. Even if she wanted to do something with Ding Ning, she should have no chance.
But as her best friend, she still had to remind Ye Le, "Lele, if brother can't go back for a while, you should call Sister Luoxue to explain the situation. Otherwise, she will definitely call brother later. It will be bad if she disturbs brother from treating Auntie."
Ye Le patted her forehead in annoyance. "Look at my bad memory. I'll call her now. Mengdie, help me to check the soup in the kitchen. If it's ready, turn off the fire."
"Okay!"
The blue dream butterfly ran to the kitchen excitedly. Looking at the large clay pot that was simmering on the stove, she couldn't help but go forward and smell it. She whispered, "What kind of soup is this? Why is it so fragrant? Such a big clay pot, brother will definitely not be able to finish it. Let me try it first."
So Lan Mengdie secretly scooped a small bowl and tasted it with an intoxicated face. "Wow, it's so delicious. If I drink another small bowl, I won't be able to tell, right?"
"Okay, I know that you secretly drink it. I've caught you!"
No one knew when Pan Xiangyun sneaked in, with a complacent look as if she had been caught.
Lan Mengdie was shocked. Seeing that it was Pan Xiangyun, she was relieved and rebuked, "Don't you make a sound when you walk? You scared me. "
"Haha, you have a guilty conscience. What kind of soup is this? Why does it smell so fragrant?"
Pan Xiangyun sniffed and grabbed the bowl in Lan Mengdie's hand to taste it. Even if it was so hot that her mouth twitched, she could not help but keep sending it to her mouth.
"You … you're so annoying. This is my soup. Give it back to me!"
Lan Mengdie was so anxious that she drooled. She wanted to grab it but was afraid that it would be scalded. Her anxious and pale look made Pan Xiangyun giggle.
"Is the soup ready?"
After calling Luoxue, Ye Le walked to the kitchen and asked softly.
"Yes, it's ready!"
Lan Mengdie quickly grabbed the empty bowl and hid it. She wiped her mouth and turned off the fire nervously. Pan Xiangyun giggled foolishly on the side.
Ye Le came in and rolled her eyes. "Don't hide it. You make it look like I'm stingy. Ding Ning can't finish such a big pot by himself. Let's get a bowl for each of us to fill our stomachs and send a bowl to my sister. I didn't eat enough at noon, and my stomach is growling. By the way, be quiet when you go upstairs."
"Lele, you're so nice. Bo!"
Lan Mengdie was overjoyed and kissed Ye Le on the face with her oily little mouth.
"Get out of here, you useless foodie!"
Ye Le wiped her face with disgust and then said with a frown, "It's not enough to drink soup. We have to make something to eat. Ding Ning has worked so hard to treat my mother. We can't let him drink soup all the time, can we?"
"Is there any food in the fridge? Let me cook something. "
Pan Xiangyun rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was going to cook herself.
"Ah, you can cook? Why didn't I know? "
Ye Le opened her mouth in surprise and looked at her incredulously. After all, Pan Xiangyun's temperament was as ethereal as that of a classical lady. She didn't look like a person who could cook.
"My mother told me when I was a child that if I want to capture a man's heart, I must first learn to capture a man's stomach. So I learned cooking from my mother when I was very young, but I can only cook Sichuan cuisine. Can you do it?"
Pan Xiangyun asked with some worry.
"No problem. Although I'm from Ninghai, I can also eat spicy food."
Ye Le patted her chest confidently.
Pan Xiangyun enviously looked at the rising and falling of her chest, pouted and muttered, "I don't know how you and Lele grow up. Why are your breasts so big?"
"That's right. I'm proud enough to be a C-cup. Compared with you sisters, I'm like an underdeveloped one."
Lan Mengdie said with some inferiority.
"This is talent. Can it be compared?"
Ye Le proudly raised her head and said proudly.
Pan Xiangyun opened the fridge door and began to take out ingredients, muttering gloomily, "C-cup and inferiority? Then I don't want to live anymore. "
"Hehe, I heard that women who have been nourished by men will become bigger. In the future, you can find a man to rub them for you often."
Lan Mengdie slyly smiled.
"Well, Lan Mengdie, it turns out that you have been …"
Pan Xiangyun looked at her in astonishment and said with a shocked face.
"You bitch, what nonsense are you talking about? I just heard it from others. Humph, my kindness is not rewarded. I will tear your mouth apart!"
Lan Mengdie was ashamed and annoyed. She stamped her feet and wanted to get even with her, and her voice involuntarily became louder.
"Shh, don't make trouble. Keep your voice down!"
Ye Le's face changed, and she quickly lowered her voice and said.
Pan Xiangyun and Lan Mengdie quickly shut their mouths, stuck out their tongues in embarrassment, and made a face.
"Keep your voice down. Mengdie, help Xiangyun to wash vegetables. You cook, and I will send soup to my sister!"
Ye Le scooped a bowl of soup and whispered to them.
"Okay, I will get three bowls of soup first, and then help her wash vegetables."
Lan Mengdie swallowed her saliva, took out three bowls, and began to scoop soup.
"Sister, have some soup to fill your stomach first?"
Ye Le went upstairs and handed the soup in her hand to Ye Huan, who looked worried. Seeing Ye Huan shake her head, indicating that she was not in the mood to drink, Ye Le quickly comforted her in a low voice, "Sister, the longer it takes, the greater the hope. Anyway, have some soup to fill your stomach first!"
"Well, okay!"
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