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Shao Rencheng felt his feet, which made Shen Ting happier than beating Shao Rensheng. He kissed Shao Rencheng's feet, then stood up to kiss his mouth, but he blocked it with his hand.

Shen Ting giggled, "Do you think I'm dirty?"

Shao Rencheng said, "No."

"Oh, that's because you dislike your own dirty feet." Shen Ting deliberately exaggerated, "I don't dislike you, how can you dislike yourself?"

Shao Rencheng was amused by him, hugged his neck and kissed him, biting his lower lip.

In the afternoon of the next day, Shen Ting took an hour off to go to a Chinese doctor and told him about Shao Rencheng's situation.

The old Chinese doctor was first introduced to him by Annan. He was a distant relative of Annan's family, and he was very good at treating muscle and bone pain.At that time, Shen Ting just went to consult with the mentality of trying it out, and said that the patient could not come in person for some reasons. The old Chinese doctor didn't say anything. He prescribed herbs for Shen Ting's feet and taught him some massage techniques. I thought that the most important thing is to dredge the meridians and relieve muscle atrophy, but I didn't expect it to have a miraculous effect.

Going to him this time is to report Shao Rencheng's situation to him and get the next step of treatment.

After hearing what he said, the old Chinese doctor stroked his chin and said, "According to what you said, his condition is not complicated, but it has been delayed for too long, and it will take a lot of time to fully heal."

Shen Ting hurriedly asked, "How long will it take?"

The old Chinese doctor said: "It's hard to say. Maybe after one year of treatment, only the toes will still feel the sensation. After all, the time is too long. This process requires a lot of patience and energy from the patient and family members. There is no rush."

Shen Ting quickly said: "I'm not in a hurry, you tell me what to do next."

The old Chinese doctor sighed and said, "If you want him to heal faster, you should bring him over to show me."

On the way back to the publishing house, Shen Ting was sitting in the taxi. He was thinking all the way, how to tell Shao Ren about letting him go to see a Chinese medicine doctor. If he said it directly, would he be disgusted and would he avoid it?

Shen Ting propped his head up and looked at the street scene outside the car window, and thought to himself, probably not, seeing his performance last night, he really wanted to get better, or just act coquettishly with him.

When he returned to the publishing house, Wang Yang happened to be in the office, and he saw him and asked, "Is the matter over?"

Shen Ting nodded, sat down on the chair, thought for a while, and asked Wang Yang: "Brother Wang, if you want a man to do something that is not complicated, it will be good for the man, but you are afraid If he doesn't want to, how do you think I should tell him?"

After listening, Wang Yang asked him: "Then what should you look at specifically, such as..."

Wang Yang looked around, and suddenly saw a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on Shen Ting's desk, so he pointed to the book and said, "For example, you think this book is good for men, and you want him to read it, but He doesn't have time and doesn't want to watch it, he gets sleepy and irritable when he sees it, if this is the case, I don't think he will be willing no matter what you do."

Shen Ting thought it made sense. He looked at the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on his desk, and thought to himself, not to mention Shao Rencheng, even he was unwilling to read such a book, and he didn't know why he bought it in the first place.

He said to Wang Yang: "Let me tell you the truth, Brother Wang, he is sick. I know there is a doctor who can cure him, and I made an appointment for him, but I'm afraid he won't want to go."

"It's easy," Wang Yang said, "Just act like a baby to him."

Shen Ting: "..." Okay, since that's the case, let's go.

However, this girl didn't succeed in the end, because Shen Ting received a call from the editor of the novel website that night, asking him to go to Linshi to attend a book signing event this weekend.

The reason is that the website and a certain cultural company jointly organized an animation carnival event, also known as the "Manga Exhibition". Since it is jointly organized by the website, it will inevitably invite its own authors to help out.

Shen Ting's popularity in the entire circle is not low. Many of his novels have been adapted into audio dramas, dubbed by well-known CVs; ; Coupled with the recent rumors that his work will be filmed, it is only logical that the website will send him out.

"Your copy that went on sale a few months ago sold well, so go ahead and sign that," said the editor. "No problem?"

What could be wrong with that.He has always cooperated with the website's activities and asked him to do whatever he wants. The website has always treated him well and helped him win many benefits. The two parties have cooperated for so many years, and they are still very happy.

"En." Shen Ting said, "Aside from signing the book, what else do I need to do that day?"

The editor said: "The radio drama made from this novel is very popular. On the day of the comic exhibition, there is a main creative stage. In addition to the CV going on stage, you also have to show your face and sing a song."

"Sing." Shen Ting touched his nose, "Can I change it to something else?"

Edit: "What else do you have?"

Shen Ting thought for a while, "Do you think it's okay to read aloud?"

Edit: "... you should sing."

So the matter was settled like this. After hanging up the phone, the editor sent him the program of the day of the comic exhibition, and asked him to forward the website's Weibo, and finally reminded him: "Dress up handsomely."

Shen Ting opened Weibo, forwarded comments in one go, and the comments were only four words: Are you looking forward to me?A dog's head was added at the back.After a while, comments from below flooded in like a tide, and there were even many private messages, which nearly paralyzed his mobile phone, and he quickly quit Weibo, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Shao Rencheng just came out of the study, opened the door and saw this scene, "What's wrong?"

Shen Ting waved to Shao Rencheng, Shao Rencheng closed the door behind him, maneuvered the wheelchair to him, touched his face with some amusement, "What do you want to say?"

Shen Ting said: "I'm going to Linshi this Sunday, let Ren Hui take me there early in the morning."

"It's okay to send you off," Shao Rencheng said, "but you have to tell me what to do."

"There is an animation festival in Linshi," Shen Ting was afraid that Shao Rencheng would not understand, so he planned to open Weibo for him to read. Just as he was about to click on it, he remembered what happened just now, so let it go, he explained, "Do you know COSPLAY? Real people dress up as characters in anime, and there are voice actors, voice actors are..."

Shao Rencheng pinched his face lightly and interrupted him, "You think I'm seventy or eighty?"

Shen Ting was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Shao Rencheng was only 28 years old, how could he not understand young things.

He blushed with embarrassment, Shao Rencheng teased him, "Think I'm old?"

Shen Ting shook his head, "How come, you are in the prime of your life."

Shao Rencheng smiled and got back to the topic: "Are you going to the animation festival?"

Shen Ting said: "I have a book signing event to be held that day, the whole journey will take about four to five hours, and I will be back in the afternoon."