Princess Hong nodded at random. "Didn’t you say you didn’t sleep well these days? Go back to your room and have a rest first. I’m ready to have a rest when I finish this dress."
Zhang Ting knew that she was sending herself away as soon as she heard this sentence.
Zhang Ting got up. "Mom, I’ll go back to my room first. Don’t be too tired. The child is only over four months old. He’s not in such a hurry to make clothes for him."
"I will tell you to walk slowly." Princess Hong also got up and took a picture to send Zhang Ting out.
As soon as Zhang Ting was sent away, tears fell on Princess Hong’s face and the horse fell off.
My right hand trembled and took out a letter, and my fingers clenched the letter, covering my mouth and tears came out of my eyes.
On the other side, after Zhang Ting came out of the living room, he didn’t go back to his room to rest.
In the middle of the walk, Zhang Ting turned a direction and found Qingxia to inquire.
"Qingxia, let me ask you something." Zhang Ting shouted at Qingxia, who was busy in the kitchen.
Qing Xia came out as "Zhang Ting girl"
Zhang Ting pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled and said to Qingxia, "Qingxia, don’t be nervous. I called you out to ask you something. Do you know what he said to my mother just now?"
Qing Xia gently shook his head and looked at Zhang Ting with an expression of apology. "I’m sorry, Zhang Ting girl. I’ve been here to help. I don’t know what the old lady Hong told the page."
Zhang Ting’s eyes were disappointed
After a while, I looked up at a face of sorry and looked at myself. "It’s okay, thank you, Qingxia, you go to work first."
After walking from here
Zhang Ting returned to his house, and from time to time he remembered that he had just seen Princess Hong crying.
Intuition tells her that there must be something hidden from her by Princess Hong.
Because there is this thing hidden in her heart, even if she is really tired now, there is not much when Zhang Ting really sleeps when she thinks about it.
"Girl, listen to your mother and say you don’t look well. Come here and I’ll take a look at you."
After a bad sleep, Zhang Ting came out of the room and met Master Jia who was coming to her side.
"Old man, I have nothing to do." Zhang Ting twisted his eyebrows and looked at Master Jia.
"There’s nothing wrong with you like this. Look at your face as pale as a blank sheet of paper. No, you must listen to me on this matter." Master Jia glared at Zhang Ting and warned.
Zhang Ting sighed to turn around and walked into the room behind him.
In the quiet room, Master Jia sat there with one hand serious, but he was holding the pulse for Zhang Ting.
After a long time, Master Jia moved himself and put his finger on Zhang Ting’s pulse. "What happened to your child recently? How did you get into this state? You are so young and have nothing to worry about?"
Zhang Ting moved his hand from the table and looked up at Master Jia’s face with a serious expression. "Old man, I’ll tell you something. Think of a way for me after you hear it."
"What does it have to do with your restless illness?" Master Jia picked his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Ting.
Zhang Ting gently nodded. "Well, it is related to my illness."
Master Jia looked at Zhang Ting with an angry expression on his face as soon as he changed his expression, and said, "Well, tell me what’s wrong with your uneasiness?"
Zhang Ting bowed his head and hesitated for a moment with his mouth closed.
"I have had a nightmare every day these nights. In my dream, I dreamed that Hao Ren was cornered and he was seriously injured. He was covered in blood and I was very scared."
Speaking of which, Zhang Ting didn’t realize that she was trembling with fear when she said this.
Master Jia looked distressed and reached out and patted the back of Zhang Ting’s hand. "Girl, you are still a doctor and you are literate. Don’t you know that our dreams are often the opposite of reality?"
"I know, but I’ve been dreaming that dream for several nights in a row. I don’t want to believe it. It’s hard, old man. Do me a favor. Can you help me reveal this matter to my mother on purpose? You help me look at her expression carefully." Zhang Ting looked at Master Jia and said.
Master Jia Zheng looked at Zhang Ting and asked, "Girl, why are you doing this? Can you tell the old man a reason for me? "
"He went back first because he had something to do at home," Zhang Ting replied.
