Traveling to ancient times to become a princess, she wins every step of the way

"These... several distinguished guests have come from afar, so it's not too late to take a rest before going to see my little girl."

Zhou Xian refused her politely because he did not dare to treat ordinary doctors, even though he was already extremely anxious about his daughter's illness.

She wished that Princess Rui, who was highly skilled in medicine, could diagnose her daughter's illness immediately, but she still didn't show her eagerness too clearly on her face.

But Su Liluo understood what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, there is no need to be polite. Just send someone to arrange for my sister to go dress up and take a nap first. I'm not tired."

Zhou Xian then followed Su Liluo's words and looked at Long Nishang who was standing behind her.

Long Nishang's hat and veil were still on, but her natural temperament made his eyes shine.

This person who Princess Rui can call her younger sister must have an unusual identity.

He said repeatedly: "Okay, okay! Since Miss A Li said so, I will no longer refuse.

Come, please take these two distinguished guests to the west courtyard to rest quickly. You must entertain them well and don't neglect them. "

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Xian gave the order, and several maids in lotus-colored long skirts immediately walked out of the house. They walked neatly in front of Long Nishang and Wuying, and bowed to them respectfully, saying that they wanted to lead them. Go to the west courtyard.

Miss Zhou is a girl who has not yet left the court. Su Liluo went to visit a doctor on her behalf, so it was naturally inconvenient for her to bring the male bodyguards with her.

Su Liluo had no objection to Zhou Xian's arrangement.

Wuying, on the other hand, knew that his identity was to protect Princess Rui, so he cupped his hands at Su Liluo and said: "Girl, let me go with you. I am waiting outside Miss Zhou's boudoir. you."

Su Liluo looked at him and did not refuse directly. She only asked, "Wuying, which one do you think needs your company more, Xiaojiu or me?"

"This...subordinate..." Wuying glanced at Long Nishang in embarrassment and was speechless for a moment.

Out of emotion, he really wanted to stay with Long Nichang, who did not know martial arts, to protect her.

However, out of duty, he should follow Princess Rui to protect her.

"Oh, okay, Wuying, now you are my guard, you just need to listen to me."

Wuying lowered his eyes, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, and said solemnly: "Yes, I listen to the girl!"

"Hey, that's right..."

"Xiaojiu, if you need anything, just come to Wuyingha!"

"Sister, I understand..."

Although Long Nishang had a veil covering her face so that no one could see her blushing cheeks, she felt hot at the base of her ears.

She and Wuying looked at each other through the hazy white gauze, and their hearts were beating uncontrollably.

"Mr. Zhou, let's go too."

"Okay! Miss Ali, please come this way."

After they left, Ying Shisan also turned around and left to deliver a message to Long Yunxuan.

Miss Zhou's boudoir is decorated in an antique style and has a somewhat elegant charm. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the faint fragrance of roses.

The sunlight falls into the room through the window lattice, reflecting the warmth in the room.

Su Liluo looked at it and saw that the calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall were soft and graceful, but not lacking in character. It seemed that they were all written by Miss Zhou.

The guqin placed on the long sandalwood table is worth a lot of money.

It seems that Boss Zhou really loves his daughter very much.

It's a pity that such a favored young lady now looks haggard and terminally ill.

When Su Liluo heard Long Yunxuan talk about Miss Zhou's condition, she was pretty sure that she had epilepsy.

Although the disease is frightening when it occurs, when it does not occur, it is no different from ordinary people.

Besides, she was just over a month old when she first got sick, so it shouldn't be serious.

However, Su Liluo was still shocked when she saw the lifeless woman between the brocade silk bed in front of her.

Zhou Jianjia's eyes were closed, her cheeks were sunken and pale and bloodless, her long hair was dry and dull, and her wrists and hands placed outside the thin quilt were all skinny and skinny, which was very shocking.

"This...Mr. Zhou, is she Miss Zhou?"

"Yes!" Zhou Xian was still a high-spirited middle-aged man when he was outside the door, but now when he stood in front of his daughter's bed, he looked like an old man who had suddenly aged several dozen years.

His tone was full of sadness: "Miss A Li, this is our little girl Jianjia! A child who used to be beautiful and healthy has only lasted for less than a month!

The person she was tortured by this disease didn't look like a human being or a ghost like a ghost!

I have called numerous doctors for her, but they all said they could not diagnose the cause.

However, she had an attack every three days and fainted every five days.

The old man and his wife just looked at their beloved daughter helplessly, looking more and more haggard day by day, but there was nothing they could do!

My wife, I also fell ill because of excessive worry the day before yesterday!

I beg you, Miss A Li, to show mercy and help me! "

When Zhou Xian got to the emotional point, he knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to Su Liluo.

The maids and women on the side were all crying, and they all knelt down to kowtow to her.

"Miss Ali, please save the young lady!"

……

"Mr. Zhou, if you can't help it, get up quickly. I will do my best to treat Miss Jianjia.

You too, get up quickly. "

After Mr. Zhou got up, Su Liluo began to diagnose Zhou Jianjia's pulse.

The onset of epilepsy is mostly caused by wind and phlegm, so it is better for the pulse to be floating and slow. If the pulse is slow and heavy, it is a sign that the disease is advanced.

If the patient's pulse is hard and fast, and the pulse gate is very tense, and when pressed, the fingertips feel as tight as touching a knife blade, it means that the true liver pulse has appeared, and the prognosis is very poor. disease.

Su Li took off Zhou Jianjia's wrists, only to find that her pulse diagnosis was not similar to severe epilepsy at all.

Su Liluo thought at first that her pulse diagnosis skills had deteriorated, so she held her breath and checked again carefully. The result was the same as what she had diagnosed before.

According to the pulse, Miss Zhou Jianjia does not suffer from epilepsy!

Xu is really weak, but this face is withered, and it looks like a body that may die at any time. Apart from being weak, there is no disease at all!

No wonder, those doctors before could not diagnose the problem.

Now it seems that it is not that those doctors are incompetent in their medical skills, but that Miss Zhou is indeed in good health.

So, why did her body become like this? ?

Su Liluo calmly put her hands back on both sides of the quilt, leaned forward, and put her face above Zhou Jianjia's closed eyes.

Slightly pinching her fingertips to open her eyelids, Su Liluo looked at Zhou Jianjia's eyes and the look on her face.

With her lips moving slowly, she stood up straight and turned to look at Zhou Xian, who was full of expectation.

"Mr. Zhou, did your love suffer any stimulation before she got sick for the first time?"

"Stimulate?"

"Ah."

After Mr. Zhou heard Su Liluo's question, he licked the corner of his mouth as if unintentionally, was silent for a moment, and then said: "She..."