After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

"What is diabetes? Is this disease serious?" Li Zheng asked shamelessly.

Ye Zhizhi asked, "It will cause myocardial infarction and cerebral infarction. Do you think it's serious?"

"Oh my God! Can you cure this disease?...No, why am I asking this? You can cure nothing!"

Li Zheng was panicked. He didn't care about the defense between men and women, and stretched out his hand to pull Ye Zhizhi, "Send people to the town quickly, why are you joining in the fun here!"

Ye Zhizhi was pulled hard by him and almost fell off his butt.

Choking, "I've told you the symptoms, can you still cure them?"

"You know how to cure shit! What kind of diabetes! Who can pee sugar? If the urine could be turned into sugar, the county magistrate would be as rich as the country!"

At this time, Xu Lanlan, who was kneeling in the courtyard of Li Zheng's house, heard Ye Zhizhi's words and laughed loudly.

"That's right, sir, don't listen to her nonsense. I have lived with her for three years, and she is just a lazy fat person! Ye Zhizhi, why don't you tell me honestly why you found poisonous sweet potatoes and harmed everyone?" People from the village!" Mrs. Xiao put her hands on her hips and roared like a lion from the east of the river.

In a life-or-death situation, Ye Zhizhi must not be allowed to treat the county magistrate.

This is not because they care about Ye Zhizhi, but because their family is also involved in it. If the county prince really lets Ye Zhizhi be killed, the superiors will be angry and they will kill the nine or ten tribes again... who knows? On their heads!

Ye Zhizhi sneered and was about to say something.

At this time, a loud voice sounded from behind several people:

"Who said Ye Zhizhi doesn't have medical skills?"

Li Zheng's eldest daughter-in-law, Ma, ran back from the back mountain, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said:

"My palace was cold, and the quack doctors in the town couldn't cure it, but Sister Zhizhi gave me three injections, and I miraculously recovered!"

"Yes, Grandpa Li Zheng, I was stung by a poisonous bee, and it was Aunt Ye who cured me!" Xu Daniu, who came to watch the fun, hurriedly spoke for Ye Zhizhi, "Four Pillars have said it, her mother is really a master of rejuvenation. Your medical skills are good, but you will not pay for your life if you kill someone!"

Ye Zhizhi, "..."

Sooner or later, we must find a teacher for Si Zhu and cure his problem of talking nonsense!

"What you say is nice, but even if your Excellency is not poisoned by eating sweet potatoes, I will never allow a country woman to treat our Lord's illness!"

The boy's every word was sonorous and powerful.

Maybe Ye Zhizhi is too young.

She is still a woman with no beard or bald head, and she does not look like a doctor in town.

The servant really didn't believe that she could cure the county magistrate, so he grabbed her and pushed her out.

Ye Zhizhi is not upset. After all, Chinese medicine pays attention to inheritance. Many capable Chinese medicine doctors were born in Chinese medicine families. They have been exposed to the disease since childhood. They can see, hear, ask, and understand diseases by looking at them. This is the highest realm of Chinese medicine.

At the age of 13, Ye Zhizhi studied under a famous doctor and diagnosed diseases. Although he was not as good as his master, he was still practicing the true principles of middle school. Therefore, he saw County Magistrate Chen this morning and could diagnose him with diabetes based on his complexion.

Diabetic patients are most taboo about eating large amounts of sugar in a short period of time.

Now she wanted to treat the county magistrate, but the servant stopped her. This is human nature.

All she had to do was show some real skills, hold the boy's wrist, feel the pulse, and say,

"Do you occasionally have a fever every spring, with sudden onset of illness, irritability and anxiety every day, thirst at night, frequent bloody stools, and even fainting in severe cases?"

There was a sudden silence in the yard.

The boy looked at Ye Zhizhi in astonishment.

Let’s talk about his illness, whether it’s serious or small, he’s been sick for more than ten years. He’s been going to famous doctors in town and taking a lot of medicine, but it has no effect and he’s not going to die. People just let it go.

Because it was a bit difficult to get sick, this matter was not a secret. The county magistrate knew it, and other servants in the mansion knew it, but Ye Zhizhi had no chance to come into contact with them——

"You, you... how do you know the symptoms of my disease?" You know, even the doctor who took his pulse couldn't tell what his disease was.

The boy looked shocked. He didn't know what he was thinking. He trembled and said, "If you can tell me my illness, can you cure it?"

"Not only can it be cured, but it can also be cured."

Ye Zhizhi said, "You only need to take nine sets of decoctions to cure the disease."

The boy was so excited, "Then hurry up and give me a prescription!"

"You have a febrile disease because you feel too much cold evil in winter. You will get sick in the spring. But there is nothing to do in other days. There is no need to rush. But your county magistrate, this is an urgent disease. If you delay it any longer, , he is really going to die." Ye Zhizhi said.

"It's me who has the nightmare! Little miracle doctor, don't be the same as me. Please treat my master quickly!" The boy's attitude changed.

The people watching also talked a lot, feeling that Ye Zhizhi was very capable and could find out the problem with just a touch, and the county magistrate's illness could be cured.

However, some people believe that Ye Zhizhi just happened to be right when he met a dead mouse.

If she is really allowed to bring down the county magistrate, what if the superiors blame the entire village?

But no matter what the folks around him say or make trouble, the boy always says, "The little miracle doctor is better than the doctor in the town. If she can't cure us adults, it's even less likely that the doctor in the town can cure us adults!" "

Ye Zhizhi asked Li Zheng's two sons to help carry the magistrate into the house.

Only Li Zheng and the boy were left.

Ye Zhizhi fiddled with the basket and then stepped forward.

"Little miracle doctor, has the medicine been prepared?"

Ye Zhizhi nodded, but his face looked a little weird.

The boy said eagerly, "Then give it to our master quickly!"

Seeing that the master's face was getting more and more ugly, he was really afraid that someone might do something wrong, and he couldn't help but blame himself for why he didn't believe Ye Zhizhi's words at the beginning, which delayed the treatment time. He would not be able to escape the blame!

"This medicine is not for taking."

"Ah?...Is that what you smell?"

The young man has heard that there are some miracle doctors in the Divine Doctor Valley who can mix incense and treat diseases, but they are all capable experts. Any one of them is regarded as a guest of honor by the emperors of various countries.

Is it possible that this girl is still inextricably linked to the Valley of Miracle Doctors?

"It's not about smelling either."

Ye Zhizhi interrupted his thoughts and tried not to scare the two of them with those tiger and wolf words. He coughed lightly and said, "You need to use your buttocks. Please take off the county magistrate's pants, turn them over, and aim at them." I."

Boy: "..."

Li Zheng: "!!!"

Old Li Zheng's face turned red first, then turned yellow and then purple. He was both ashamed and angry.

He thought about Ye Zhizhi's trickery in marrying Jing Heng, and thought she was going to repeat her old trick, climb a high branch, and have a meal with the county magistrate.

He flicked his sleeves and said, "I really misjudged you! How long has it been, and you are still here doing perverts! He is old enough to be a father!"