The beauty miracle doctor who buys online through the air

"Haha, I am just a guest of the Prince's Mansion, nothing to mention."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals. The guard Tong Lin followed him at some point. He bowed his head and brought the tea, without daring to raise his head and walk backwards.

Haneda laughed in his heart: A guest is so loved by the servants of the Prince's Mansion. It seems that even in the absence of the Prince, he is such a guest who is not worth mentioning!

Haneda answered again: "I am not a miracle doctor, but my surname is Hua. If you are looking for a miracle doctor, I don't know if there is one in the Prince's Mansion, because I am a guest like you. If you are looking for someone with the surname Hua, I am the one!"

The middle-aged man sat upright and took a sip of tea. He put down the tea cup calmly and calmly. He looked at Haneda Liangjiu who was standing aside and said with a smile: "I heard that Miss Hua is extraordinary. There are so many military camps on the border of Yan Kingdom over the mountain. You have cured all the soldiers who have contracted the disease! It’s a coincidence today. I heard that Miss Hua is in the Prince’s Mansion. I am also the first to get the moon near the water. I would like to ask Miss Hua to take my pulse. Isn’t she feeling very well lately?!”

Haneda looked down at the ground and remained silent. However, his body slowly walked to the other end of the Eight Immortals Table and sat down. The position was exactly parallel to the middle-aged man, and he seemed to be on an equal footing.

Kurotsuchi stood behind where Haneda was sitting. He turned his head calmly and looked at the middle-aged man. He saw that the middle-aged man had been looking at Haneda with a dull expression that showed no joy.

Yu Zhe strolled to Haneda's side, took a stool and wanted to sit down, but Kurotsuchi kicked the stool away. Yu Zhe almost made a mistake and raised his palm without hesitation, sweeping the back of his hand towards Kurotsuchi's face. Go: "Wangzhi, if I hadn't seen you as my sister's apprentice, I wouldn't have wanted to keep you."

Seeing Kurotsuchi and Yu Zhe fighting back and forth, Haneda said anxiously: "Get out of here and fight, so I won't be upset by watching them!"

As expected, the two of them fought outside the door. After Kurotsuchi defeated Yu Zhe with one move at the door, when he took the second move, he turned around and glanced at the two people sitting at the table. He didn't know who he was looking at more, or who he was worried about. More, turned around to meet another move from Yu Zhe.

Haneda felt the worry in Kurotsuchi's eyes at a glance, and a dark cloud shrouded her heart.

The middle-aged man put down his cup and looked sideways at Haneda on the other side of the table. He stretched out his hand and passed it to her side. This man was tall and long-armed. It seemed that this small Eight Immortals table could not stop him from being curious about this little miracle doctor. Heart.

Haneda, who was thoughtful, saw the stretched arm out of the corner of his eye. He looked at the owner of the arm and saw that he was smiling inexplicably. He also raised his hand and handed it to her, raising his eyebrows.

This action overlapped with the person in her heart. It was so similar. It was self-evident who this person was. Haneda felt a little disgusted in her heart. She really didn't like this feeling of being tested, explored, and weighed.

So she raised her hand unceremoniously to take his pulse, and stared at a certain place in front of her without blinking her eyes. Everyone could see that her attention was not on where she was looking at, but on what she was looking at. On the tips of your fingers.

For a moment, Haneda slowly closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man looked at the small hand on his wrist. It was slender and tender. The five fingers were placed together smoothly on his pulse point. The index finger and middle finger took turns touching his acupuncture points, as if pressing keys with different syllables. , she opened her eyes for a moment, stretched out her other hand and said, "Please stretch out your other hand and let me touch it."

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze and smiled, stretching out his other hand. When he was about to take back his other arm, Haneda held his wrist: "Don't move!"

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, and saw that Haneda, who was facing him sideways, was now facing him completely, with two hands pressing the pulse points of his wrists. At this time, the two of them were facing each other. .

The two arms of the middle-aged man were pressed on the table by the girl with her eyes closed. This was the first time I had seen him feel the pulse in such a way. I don't know if he was showing off his skills or because he was really capable.

Outside the door, a man wearing a black cotton robe with a somewhat pale face was about to step over to stop him, but was stopped by the middle-aged man's eyes. He lowered his head angrily and retreated.

Haneda, who had his back to the door, didn't know the eye contact between the two of them, but he felt the footsteps of someone behind him. He came in, paused, and went out. Haneda remained calm, as if he didn't ask.

After a moment, Haneda withdrew his hand and took out a package from his cuff. From the package he pulled out something like a piece of white paper and wiped his hands as if he had touched something dirty. The middle-aged man couldn't help but be startled.

The person outside the door looked at Haneda's actions with murderous intent. Haneda wiped his hands and looked at the person at the door. He flicked the tissue in his hand to the person's feet. The person looked at Haneda with an angry look. This was a provocative action. No doubt further irritating him.

Haneda sneered and put his tongue on his cheek, with half of his face bulging out. He squinted at him, took out a similar paper towel from the small bag, and continued to wipe his hands, as if the dirty things were not wiped off and needed to be cleaned up.

The middle-aged man on the other side of the table also picked up one, looked carefully and wiped his hands like Haneda did. He felt wet and fragrant, and couldn't help but like it very much. He waved his hand to the person at the door. Originally, The person who was facing Haneda with a cold eyebrow saw the order and turned around to leave. As soon as he took a step, a tissue similar to the one before was thrown at the soles of his feet.

He looked back angrily at the provocateur, and saw the girl raising her chin arrogantly, as if to say: If you don't accept it, come here!

The man looked at the middle-aged man at the table and saw the sharp eyes looking at him. He didn't dare to stop and ignored Haneda's provocation. He turned around and stood under the pillars outside the door, motionless.

Haneda sneered and twitched the dimples at the corners of his mouth: Sure enough, this middle-aged uncle who is not greasy is a powerful character!

The middle-aged uncle looked at the things in his hands carefully and asked indifferently: "How is it? What symptoms did Dr. Hua see?"

Haneda looked at the wet tissue that was brought to him at some point, and curled his lips: "You're quite rude, that's my thing!"

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and said: "You are so stingy. You gave it to me as a meeting gift. This thing is really good!"

"Golden Manryo," Haneda said calmly, hooked the bag of tissues on the edge of the bag with his slender fingers, and slowly pulled it back.

The middle-aged man noticed him, held him down and pulled him over: "You are really a big talker. A small bag of things costs ten thousand taels of gold. You are so shameless."

"Plus, I'll cure your disease!" Haneda hooked up the pack of tissues again, seemingly saying, "If you don't give me gold, I won't give you this, and I won't help."

The middle-aged man still held down the tissue that he had quietly moved away, looked into Haneda's eyes and said, "You haven't said yet, what kind of disease it is!"