I'll hand over the system soon.

Picking up the water from the table, Sancho inserted a straw into it and carefully fed it to Mr. Qiu's mouth.

Mr. Qiu sighed. He was probably really thirsty. He took Sancho's hand and drank the water in a few gulps.

While Mr. Qiu was drinking water, Sancho looked at the people in the ward.

The ward is actually not small. After all, with Mr. Qiu's status, a larger ward is not a problem.

But no matter how big the ward is, it can't accommodate so many people.

A total of twelve people, six men and six women, stood crowded together in the ward, surrounding Mr. Qiu.

Among them, the one closest to Mr. Qiu was an old lady with white hair and gold and silver, sitting next to the hospital bed.

Behind her was a middle-aged man and woman, who looked like they were husband and wife, and they were treating the old lady attentively.

At this time, everyone in the ward was staring at Sancho with unkind expressions.

"Who are you, girl? Didn't you hear my grandpa tell you to leave? Why did you still squeeze in and show your courtesy?"

Sancho followed the sound and saw a man about the same age as her. The man looked very ordinary and could be considered passable, but the arrogance in his eyes destroyed his overall harmony.

Listening to what he just said, this person turned out to be Mr. Qiu’s grandson?

Before Sancho could answer, Mr. Qiu, who had finished drinking the water, scolded him again: "Shut up, too!"

After yelling, Mr. Qiu grabbed Sancho with a trembling hand, and said to Sancho with a hint of sadness in his tone: "Be obedient, Sancho, go back first, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Mr. Qiu was not very willing to let Sancho see this chicken feather.

Although Sancho didn't say it, he knew that this girl respected these old men very much. After getting along day and night, she had already regarded them as relatives.

Because of this, he didn't want Sancho to see these bad things.

I don't want Sancho's identity to be exposed in front of this worried family.

Sancho stroked Elder Qiu's back soothingly, neither agreeing nor refusing. Instead, he used this gesture to grasp Elder Qiu's pulse and said, "Let me check your pulse first."

With his fingertips on Mr. Qiu's pulse, Sancho felt furious in his heart.

Older people, no matter how strong their bodies are, they most cannot accept anger. If their anger is not smooth, no matter how good their health is, it will be ruined.

And now Mr. Qiu's body has deteriorated significantly compared to before she entered the secret realm.

The two people who were just scolded by Mr. Qiu were equally unhappy with Sancho's mood.

The middle-aged woman whom Mr. Qiu called Lao Er's family snorted unhappily. Although she didn't say anything, her face showed it clearly.

The young man who called Mr. Qiu grandpa was much more courageous and actually talked back to Mr. Qiu.

"Grandpa, why are you yelling at me? I'm not wrong. You told her to leave, but she still struggled to pull her in. I was almost pushed by her."

Sancho's eyebrows jumped, thinking that this was Mr. Qiu's family, so he didn't want to get angry. He suppressed his emotions and said: "I am Mr. Qiu's personal Chinese medicine doctor. Mr. Qiu's condition is not very good now. He needs acupuncture. Please go out. one time."

She didn't lie. Mr. Qiu's current health was indeed not good.

He was sent to the hospital because he was out of breath and worried about his heart. He stayed in the hospital for half a month, but his body showed no signs of improvement. Instead, he became more and more depressed.

"Private Chinese medicine doctor? When did my father have such a young Chinese medicine doctor next to him?" A slightly fat middle-aged man in the ward looked at Sancho suspiciously.

Sancho's expression remained unchanged, "I have only been with Mr. Qiu not long ago. I had something to do at home, so I took two months' leave. When I returned to work, I found out that Mr. Qiu was ill and hospitalized, so I rushed here without stopping."

As she said this, she looked at the middle-aged man who should be Mr. Qiu's son, and said in an almost questioning tone: "Before I asked for leave, Mr. Qiu's body was always very good and considered healthy. Why did he suddenly end up in the hospital?" Mr. Qiu, do you know the reason?"

The middle-aged man felt a little guilty when asked by Sancho, but he immediately calmed down and said loudly: "You don't even know that you are my father's personal Chinese medicine practitioner, so how could I know!"

"Besides, as my dad's personal Chinese medicine practitioner, you asked for two months' leave as soon as you asked for it. Do you know that you are derelict in your duties? You still have the nerve to ask me why my dad went to the hospital!"

Listening to the opponent's slap, Sancho smiled instead of getting angry. He wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the old lady sitting beside Qiu's bedside.

"Okay, what are you arguing about? It's making my ears hurt. What's wrong with you, a doctor? Don't you know that patients need to rest quietly?" The old lady stared at Sancho with an unhappy expression.

Sancho looked at the old lady, she was really good at pulling the strings.

It turns out that she also knew that patients needed peace and quiet to recuperate. So before she entered the ward, was the noisy old lady in the room selectively deaf?

Luo Wen, who had squeezed in beside her at some point, tugged on her sleeves and said to the old lady before her: "Haha, old lady, it's our fault, we are too ignorant."

Luo Wen's respectful tone made the old lady's face soften a lot, so she continued: "But Mr. Qiu's health is the most important thing now, isn't it? Dr. Sang said that Mr. Qiu needs an acupuncture. Can you take everyone out first? ?”

The old lady's already gentle expression did not look good because of Luo Wen's words.

She looked at Sancho critically and said, "Ronaldinho, how did you arrange this? Can a Chinese medicine doctor at such a young age do it?"

Luo Wen's expression remained unchanged, "It can be done, of course it can be done. Dr. Sang was specially hired as Mr. Qiu's personal Chinese medicine doctor because of his outstanding achievements in Chinese medicine."

Perhaps it was out of her trust in Luo Wen that even if the old lady didn't trust Sancho, she still didn't say anything.

She grabbed Mr. Qiu's hand on the hospital bed and said, "Then let's go out first and let Dr. Sang take a look at you."

Mr. Qiu looked a little defeated. As soon as his hand was touched by the old lady, he quickly pulled it out, and the old lady showed an aggrieved expression as usual.

Finally, after only Sancho, Yuxiao and Luo Wen were left in the ward, Mr. Qiu returned to his appearance at the base. He faced Luo Wen and said calmly: "Did you tell Sancho that I was sick?"

Sancho, who still remembered his promise, said quickly: "No, I came out of the secret realm yesterday and wanted to give you something, but I couldn't find anyone. Luo Wen refused to tell me, so I asked in a hurry. System, don’t blame me.”

Luo Wen secretly gave Sancho a thumbs up and put the blame on the system. Qiu Laoyi definitely had nothing to say, and he couldn't even accuse the system of locating his whereabouts so casually.

They are always inferior in front of the system, and they have no way to stop what the system wants to do.

As for blaming Sancho, that's even less possible.

I don't know if it was because of his illness, but Mr. Qiu rarely showed a bit of the temper of an old child.

He shook his hand angrily, "I told you that I had nothing to do and asked you to go back, but why didn't you listen?"

Sancho hilariously took out his special silver needle from Yuxiao's secret realm, spread it out in front of Mr. Qiu and said, "Whether you have anything going on or not, it's up to you to decide. I have the final say."