C8 Save a Wife

A few minutes later.

At this time, Pan Ting, whose face had long turned red, lowered her head and said shyly, "Brother Lin, thank you."

"It's nothing, no need to thank me."

Lin Chujiu waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. However, the sweat on his face rebelled against him. It was obvious that treating Pan Ting's congenital heart disease wasn't as easy as he said.

Liu Lina and Pan Ting had noticed this.

"Mister Lin, you're really my lucky star. You saved my life at noon, and now you've also saved my darling granddaughter. I will never forget your great kindness."

The president of Jianghai University, Pan Dingsong, walked up to her. His face was full of gratitude, but he had automatically forgotten about Lin Chujiu's cheap treatment of Pan Ting.

In his eyes, Lin Chujiu was a doctor, and Pan Ting was a patient. Doctors and patients didn't have any advantages, and treating and saving people were sacred. They didn't lose their mind, and they even disturbed Lin Chujiu's treatment of Pan Ting.

Dean Pan, I did not manage to cure Tingting's illness. His illness is a little special, belonging to the category of heart disease, but it's not a regular heart disease.

At this point, seeing the disappointment on Pan Ting's face, Lin Jiu's heart trembled, as if someone had strummed the zither. In that instant, a voice rose in his heart, saying that he must cure Pan Ting's illness.

Then, without waiting for Elder Pan's reply, Lin Chujiu continued, "But it doesn't matter, I'll ask my master one day, he will definitely know how to cure Tingting's disease, you can rest assured."

"That would be great. Thank you, Mr. Lin." After receiving Lin Jiu's guarantee, Pan Dingsong's burden finally dropped by half, while the other half needed to see Pan Ting's inborn disease recover before it could fall.

"Elder Pan, you can just call me Little Lin. I can't afford to take on Mister Pan!" Although Lin Chujiu had never interacted with people before, he still understood the ways of the world. Furthermore, when an old man called him Mister Lin, it sounded very awkward!

"Talented men are bad, modest and respectful, not bad at all …"

Pan Dingsong complimented her and then smiled: "Little Lin, Little Liu, don't stand at the door anymore. Tingting has already prepared food, let's go in quickly or the food will get cold."

"Right."

Lin Chu nodded at nine o'clock and followed Pandinsky to the table near the kitchen.

Liu Lina did not hold back and followed him in. She had worked as an assistant to the principal for several years, so she had not come here once or twice before, so she was not restrained.

Six dishes and a bowl of soup were placed on the table. They were simple and homemade dishes, and the smell of them assailed the nose. The combination of the dishes was striking. Before Lin Chujiu could taste them, his appetite had already bloomed.

"Hmm, it smells so good!"

Lin Jiu took a whiff of the fragrance and praised, "Smelling it will make one's appetite grow. If I knew earlier, I would have been hungry for a day or two before coming back. Afterwards, I would have contracted out the dishes here."

"Puchi …" "Big brother Lin, are you not afraid of being starved to death?" Pan Ting covered her mouth and laughed. Even though her name was Lin Chujiu, she still had a faint sense of accomplishment on her face.

"Xiao Lin, if you like eating the food made by the little girl, you can come and get food at any time. If you can cure Tingting's illness, you can marry her and make her your wife. That way, you can eat the delicious food made by the little girl at any time."

With her beauty, he believed that Lin Chujiu would put in more effort to treat Pan Ting's illness. In the future, if Pan Ting didn't like Lin Chujiu, he could use a joke to not count as an excuse, although that would be a bit shameless, but for the sake of his own granddaughter, what would be the point of cheating once?

"Grandfather, look at what you're saying …" You don't think that I'm a burden to you, so you just need to find someone to send me out! " Only after Pan Ting said this did she realize that she was trying to belittle Lin Jiu. She weakly glanced at him, and only after seeing that he was not angry did she relax.

"Tingting, what nonsense are you talking about? You are a treasure in grandpa's hands, how can grandpa find someone to send you out?" Pan Dingsong pretended to be angry.

"Hehe, grandpa is the best." Pan Ting smiled sweetly, seemingly very happy.

"..."

After dinner.

Lin was called to the study by Pandinsky.

The study was decorated in an antiquated fashion. There were sandalwood bookshelves, a sandalwood coffee table, and also a sandalwood desk. Except for the walls, which were made of brick, everything in the room was made of wood.

At this moment, Pan Dingsong and Lin Chujiu were sitting on the wooden sofa facing each other, staring at each other.

Silence.

Pan Ding opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Lin, how much certainty do you have in curing Tingting's hidden ailment?"

If it's me, I only have a 70% chance of success, and I need long-term treatment. Even if I can't cure her, I can at least alleviate Tingting's pain, if it was my master who took action, I should have a 99% chance of success. But my master likes to stay in the deep mountains, so he won't come out easily.

Lin Chujiu's master, 'Uncle Feng', was a strange person who liked to stay in the deep mountains. He basically didn't leave the mountain, and even Lin Chujiu might not be able to invite him out, so he had to rely on him to cure Pan Ting's hidden ailment.

"Xiao Lin, I'm already satisfied with you treating Tingting."

Of course, he wanted Lin Xiujiu's master to personally come out, but he was very clear that the hidden cultivators in the mountains all had weird tempers. Since Uncle Feng would not come out, he could not force him, so he could only place his hopes on Lin Xiujiu. Although Lin Xiujiu might not be able to cure his granddaughter, but there was a 70% chance that he would be cured.

Elder Pan, don't be disappointed. Although I can't ask my master to come out, I can tell him about Tingting's illness and have him advise me on it. I believe my master will give me a way to cure Tingting, so you can rest assured that I'll have a 90% chance to cure Tingting. Lin Chujiu had already figured out Pan Ting's illness, and he had a high chance of healing her. As long as he nourished her acupoints with innate energy, he would be able to cure her even at the late stage of the cancer. Therefore, he was very confident.

When Pan Dingsong heard Lin Chujiu's words, he finally let out a sigh of relief. A 90% confidence rate was much better than 70% confidence rate. However, he still wasn't confident. In order for Lin Jiu to wholeheartedly treat Pan Ting, he decided to use his trump card.

"Xiao Lin, as long as you can cure Tingting's innate disease, I will let Tingting marry you!"