Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi felt like he was being pardoned.

She nodded happily and threw the silver bell back to Amul.

Three hours ago, when he was pouring medicine into Amul, he unexpectedly gathered the strength from nowhere and forced himself to pull down the string of silver bells that he had never let go since he put them on. In the hands of Zhao Zhizhi.

At that moment, Zhao Zhizhi suddenly felt that he was truly giving up his life and fortune.

Now everything has a beginning and an end, and the person who came from nowhere finally has a clear destination. Only Zhao Zhizhi himself was still like a lone boat, floating gently on the waves above the surging undercurrent.

But now, she should celebrate her victory.

So in the stunned silence, Zhao Zhizhi casually picked up the drumstick that Qing'er had placed beside the table and walked steadily to the gong. She took her time and glanced across each floor of the tower one by one, taking in the eyes of admiration, confusion or surprise one by one. Finally, she looked at the great elder and the man in yellow robe from a distance.

The man in yellow robe still looked at her through the black hood. After a moment, he nodded slightly.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Zhizhi turned his head without any fluctuation and hit the gong heavily with the drumstick in his hand. The golden sound reverberated throughout the courtyard.

"I won."

After a moment of silence, the tower suddenly boiled.

In the midst of those noisy words, Amul stared blankly at the letter thrown back with the bell. He paused for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses amid the sound of the drum, and opened it tremblingly.

It is so detailed that it lists the symptoms that may be experienced during each course of medication, and also states the prescriptions for countermeasures in each section.

His eyes were terribly hot.

Amul stood up suddenly, put his right palms together on his left heart, and was about to bow down when he suddenly paused. Then he lifted his robe and knelt down, performing a standard Chinese bow.

He knocked his head heavily on the ground, and his voice was muffled as if it was squeezed out of his chest little by little, "——Thank you."

"If you really want to thank me, just let me rest for a while." Zhao Zhizhi leaned on the recliner tiredly, "Go back to southern Xinjiang quickly, don't keep me waiting."

But Zhao Zhizhi did not get the rest she expected.

She stood in front of the man in yellow robe with a tired face, and was about to bow and salute, "I have met His Highness."

The crooks of both arms were suddenly supported by a pair of steady and strong hands, and an old voice sounded above the head, "The saint has worked hard these days." The man in yellow robe looked over Zhao Zhizhi at the elder behind her, and his tone was suddenly unkind, "That's right. Just take a good rest."

Zhao Zhizhi was full of doubts, but the elder watched his nose and heart and remained silent without answering.

"Since Your Highness is not in a hurry," countless ways to deal with it quickly ran through his mind, but Zhao Zhizhi, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, unexpectedly chose the most willful one, "Then the girl will retire and rest."

The man in yellow robe didn't stop her, and neither did the great elder. Zhao Zhizhi pretended to be calm and walked to the door, but suddenly she saw a dark shadow flash in front of her eyes, and a young man rushed towards her, firmly blocking her way out of the door.

The next moment, without even uttering a word, he suddenly fell down next to Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi:

She didn't answer the question for a moment, so she held on to the man with a grimace and turned her head to look back at the man in yellow robe, "Your Majesty, Your Highness! The daughter of the people is not leaving, she is not leaving, please come and help me." ah--"

"Ha", perhaps it was Zhao Zhizhi's illusion. She actually felt that the old voice had returned to its proper youthful state for a moment, but in just a blink of an eye, the frost-like voice sounded again, "Shule, even myself Can't you even walk? What kind of crime do you deserve for offending the saint?"

I couldn't tell whether it was more sinful to be blamed by Huang Pao or to offend the saintly lady like her. In short, the person who called Shule actually struggled to wake up from the coma, stumbled to his knees while holding on to the door frame, and lowered his head. Confession, "I am glad to know my fault."

Zhao Zhizhi:!

"The saint is confused, this is the reason why His Highness is here, please come in quickly!"

The elder, who was still a human spirit after all, could see through it. As soon as she knew it, several disciples of the Heavenly Medicine Sect poured in outside the door. They carried the person and placed them on the couch in the room. They then closed the door in silence. Withdrew.

Huangpao took off his hood.

However, that face was an ordinary face that would disappear immediately after being thrown into the sea. There was nothing worth remembering about it. Even if he was face to face, Zhao Zhizhi seemed to forget it as soon as he looked away for a moment. I saw his appearance, and every time I looked back at him, I felt like I was getting to know him all over again.

She sighed softly and stepped forward to check Shule's pulse, who had fainted again.

This time, she had an extremely ridiculous conjecture in her mind.

She retracted her hand, opened Shu Le's eyelids, and looked around his pupils; then she turned around, pinched his chin, moved his head left and right, and even took out the handkerchief from her sleeve and traced it along Shu Le's lips. She wiped the corners over and over again. After staring quietly for a moment, she shook her head.

"May I ask, Your Highness, does this young master often fall into a coma, often fall asleep during the day, and faint without any warning like just now, regardless of the situation?"

Huangpao nodded.

"But when he is walking, sitting or lying normally, there is no abnormality, and his appetite even increases instead of decreasing?"

Huangpao nodded again.

"Congenital heart disease, weak spleen and weak stomach." Zhao Zhizhi quickly gave the diagnosis, "It can be cured."

Only then did Huang Pao look at her with some sincere approval.

Zhao Zhizhi's five fingers hidden in his sleeves were still clenched tightly.

Three days ago, she might not have been able to come to such a conclusion.

If the patient hadn't appeared on the first day of the competition, if Amul hadn't choked her that day, she wouldn't have noticed the subtle changes in the pulse through the vibrating thread, and wouldn't have systematically read through the book collection after the competition. There are records of heart diseases in the cabinet, and there is no such thing as a strange disease that has not been seen for almost a hundred years.

Anchocardia.

Literally speaking, the human heart has four petals, but bliss has only three petals. The blood flow is not smooth, coupled with the deficiency of spleen and stomach qi, the stomach qi rises up, often hitting the already fragile heart valve, and sometimes the qi and blood stop suddenly, and naturally the patient becomes unconscious.

But...she looked intently at Shu Le, who was clearly dressed as a dead soldier.

Heart disease is the most taboo for strenuous actions. It might not be good for Shu Le to stay in such an environment for a long time.

But facing the yellow-robed prince who seemed to be able to see through all her thoughts, she found it difficult to speak.

"Now that the saint has spoken, I know what's going on, so I'll take my leave."

Unexpectedly, the yellow-robed prince turned around and left, leaving only two bulging bags on the table, presumably containing a lot of medical fees.

"Your Highness, please stay." Zhao Zhizhi stood up suddenly, "Why..."

"You shouldn't ask, Saint."

The prince held the fan in his hand and said in a very young voice, "Let's talk to me again someday."