"Stop!"

Nan Baoyi stared at the old doctor with red eyes, "Do you know Jiang Suihan?"

The old man held the white jade medicine pot, raised his eyes and stared at her.

Nan Baoyi knew that he had bet right.

When the old man came to take the pulse for Sui Sui for the first time, she felt that his pulse was familiar. Later, after thinking about it carefully, she remembered that Jiang Suihan also had a knee-pattern when he was taking the pulse.

Jiang Suihan may be taught by him.

The old man put the medicine pot on the Eight Immortals table, lowered his eyes and dusted his robe, and said indifferently: "I heard that little bastard has become a miracle doctor in Shu County?"

"Yes. He has been living in my house these days, and often treats difficult and complicated diseases for free for the people of Jinguan City. Everyone is competing to praise his reputation."

The old man smiled and said, "He hangs a pot to save the world, benevolent and kind, and he deserves the name of "miracle doctor".

Nan Baoyi broke away from the two soldiers who were shackled her.

She put on her skirt and had a cold face. "Since you are his master, you must be better at medical skills than him. I believe you have the ability to cure diseases and save people. I will try this pot of medicine for my cousin, how about it?"

My cousin is seriously ill.

If there is any problem with the medicine, she will definitely not be able to withstand it again.

The old man knocked on the table, obviously hesitating.

Nan Baoyi smiled: "Are you afraid that I will die if I drink this pot of medicine? Are you afraid that I will die, and Jiang Suihan will blame you?"

"This is detoxification-" the old man stopped talking in time, "This is a recipe for treating fish sores, of course, it won't kill anyone!"

Perhaps he felt that it was shameful to be questioned about medical skills, so he took out a small cup, poured some medicine juice, and drank it for Nan Baoyi to see.

After drinking, he said, "Since you want to try the medicine, then drink it, you will never die."

Nan Baoyi's eyes fell on the pot of medicine.

This old man was so sage. Even if he was Jiang Suihan’s master, she would not trust him.

However, someone will always have to test the medicine.

Besides...

Nan Baoyi's little abacus in his heart was a chorus.

She will test the medicine, first, she will not die.

If she is successful in the test of medicine, she can beg Jiu Qiansui to help her report to the court and save her achievements. With her previous achievements, she may be awarded the title.

Can protect the cousin.

The thin white fingertips touched the white jade medicine pot.

She drank a whole pot of thick black medicine juice.

It's so bitter!

It's even bitterer than the medicine you drink when you're injured your knee...

She covered her mouth and retching a few times, raised her bloody red Danfeng eyes, and said reluctantly: "I am worthy of being a master and apprentice. The medicines prepared are so bitter that they are trembling..."

"Have you ever drunk the medicine that the bastard cooks?"

"I used to drink it for more than a month when I was injured in my knee."

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Nan Baoyi's knee.

Nan Baoyi drank half a cup of almond tea, slightly relieved the bitterness between his lips and teeth, and then explained: "I had broken my kneecap before and had been recuperating for half a year. Although I couldn't tell the lameness when I walked normally, if I ran fast, I could still tell the clues."

The old man nodded and reminded: "Don't eat anything today, nor do you drink any medicine. If you have symptoms of abdominal cramps, it will be a normal reaction. I'll come here to take your pulse tomorrow."

He packed the medicine box, walked a few steps outside the house, and suddenly stopped and looked back.

He said calmly: "If you can overcome this level, I will heal your knees for you. Only I can heal you in the whole world."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She watched the old man leave, and unexpected joy appeared in her eyes.

She looked at Ning Wanzhou, "He said, he wants to help me treat my leg injury."

"I'm not deaf."

Ning Wanzhou disliked him and pulled gauze and ointment himself to bandage the wound on his arm.

Seeing that he was inconvenient to move, Nan Baoyi stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."

Ning Wanzhou sat at the Eight Immortals table and hesitated: "You?"

"I have seen Brother Jiang bandage a wound on a patient, and some simple skin trauma can still be treated."

Ning Wanzhou was awkward: "I'm not afraid that you can't handle the wound well, I'm not afraid that you will take the opportunity to take advantage of me. Don't think that the old cow will eat tender grass."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

Old cow?!

She is only a few months older than Ning Wanzhou!

Why doesn’t he say that old beefs eat young grass?!

So angry!

Tining Wanzhou's movement of wiping the blood stains on his arm could not help but worsen.

Ning Wanzhou groaned.

Nan Baoyi's movements became more and more rude, "I already have a sweetheart. He is taller than you, more manly than you, more powerful than you! You are just a little carrot!"

Little Radish Head Ning Wanzhou's face was distorted with pain.

But he thought that he was the young master of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, so how could people make fun of him?

What's more, the girl in front of me is Nan Baozhu's real sister.

She should also be told that Ning Wanzhou is an absolute man, so she will not let him tell him like a joke in front of Nan Baozhu in the future.

So during the process of applying medicine and bandaging, Ning Wanzhou gritted his teeth and did not scream a single pain throughout the whole process.

Nan Baoyi tied a bow on his arm with gauze.

She raised her eyes.

The cold sweat as big as a bean rolled down the boy's forehead, which made him look carefully painted.

His lips were bitten and bleeding. Looking at him, his face became more pale.

He is the young master of Jin Zun and Yu Gui, and has never suffered such hardship.

So stubborn is probably to prevent her and Zhuzhu from despising it...

Nan Baoyi changed his mind a little.

Ning Wanzhou put down his sleeves, looked back at the tent that was tightly covered, and threatened again: "I am not allowed to tell her about protecting her today, otherwise I will want you to look good."

“Why?”

"Just not tell her."

Ning Wanzhou returned to the bed awkwardly.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but tilt the corners of her mouth.

I'm afraid that my cousin is worried about his injury?

Although the young master is arrogant, he is still very kind.

I just don’t know whether his love for his little cousin is his childhood sweetheart or is it pure possessiveness?

For some reason, Nan Baoyi was inexplicably expecting that it was the first type.

There are not many men who are willing to be stabbed to protect their cousin.

Ning Wanzhou is a man!

After lunch, Nan Baoyi felt abdominal cramps.

It was probably because the medicine I drank worked.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror.
Chapter completed!