Hey, you are reborn too?

Although he felt inexplicably strange, he still tilted his head slightly and stuck out his tongue.

"A little more."

The girl tilted her head and moved a little closer to him, which added a hint of ambiguity to the atmosphere between them and made his originally pale lips look a little more rosy.

Looking at those eyes as black as ink, he swallowed subconsciously and his breathing became heavier.

"Take it back, and spit it out again. Use more force and spit out more."

While observing the properties of his tongue, Xie Yongwei looked at his "face" inconspicuously.

She deliberately looked at the place where the skin and cheek met, because she was close, she could see it more clearly than before.

Xie Yongwei narrowed her eyes. She had just clearly seen beads of sweat on his temples, but now, the places that were most likely to reveal flaws, the edge of his face and his jaw, were completely flawless.

Awesome! She was secretly amazed in her heart, or maybe this person was too scheming, as he secretly tidied up his dough while taking the basin out to empty the vomit.

Xie Yongwei leaned back slightly and sat back a little silently: "Okay, put it away."

A strange feeling filled the heart of Venerable Longyin. For so many years, he had been resisting seeing various doctors. He had kicked all the imperial doctors in the palace and even had Zhang Yuanpan strangled by him.

But for some reason, the process of Avi treating him made him feel inexplicably at ease.

Is it true that there is no manic desire? He asked himself, the long-lost peace and faint joy in his heart, is it really not just his fantasy?

He narrowed his dark eyes, lowered his eyes, and silently looked at the wrist that she had just touched.

There were no traces left on it, but in his own eyes, next to the glowing glass lamp, Venerable Long Yin actually saw three red marks on it.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his eyes looked at his wrist with an exceptionally gentle look. This was the red mark that Avi had given him, and it belonged to him.

Xie Yongwei cleared her throat and was about to discuss the condition with him, but she saw him looking down at his wrist in a daze.

She frowned slightly, leaned forward a little, and found that an inexplicable smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Xie Yongwei couldn't help but tremble slightly. Is he stupid?

“Your Excellency,” she clenched her hands into a fist and coughed twice beside her lips, “Your Excellency, Your Excellency?”

When I called for the third time, the person in my dream slowly raised his head.

"What?" The affection in his eyes could almost make anyone drown.

Xie Yongwei's body stiffened, and tiny particles as big as millet appeared on her skin.

She felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Why did the Venerable look at her like that? This affectionate look was 90% similar to Jiang Mian's.

Hmm? Xie Yongwei blinked, not knowing whether it was an illusion, but she felt that Long Yin Zun and Jiang Mian were becoming more and more alike.

"Have you ever studied medicine yourself, Your Excellency?"

The man looked at her with a frank look in his eyes: "No."

The slight smile on Xie Yongwei's lips froze for a moment, then slowly dropped.

Do you think she's a fool? Although she looks kind and innocent, she's not that easy to fool.

Judging from the man's pulse-taking technique, he was not only formally trained, but was even an expert. He might have learned it for more years than her.

Although she thought so in her heart, Xie Yongwei still maintained a gentle smile on the surface: "Well, then, what do you think is your problem, Your Excellency?"

Seeing the man's jawline tense for a moment, Xie Yongwei changed the way she asked the question.

"Or, Your Excellency, what problem do you think I can solve for you?"

Xie Yongwei's mind was as clear as a mirror. The man in front of her had obviously taken her pulse before giving it to her. So, this might mean that he had made a rough judgment on her pulse.

He judged that he could not diagnose any condition other than what he wanted to show him, so he felt relieved to hand the hand over to him.

Since that's the case, they might as well speak frankly.

He told himself clearly that if he had any problems that needed to be solved, he would help him solve them and that would be it.

As for the rest, Xie Yongwei narrowed her eyes. She thought that perhaps she shouldn't meddle in the strange pulse that flashed by.

"Cough," the man said frankly, still covering the lower half of his face with the black handkerchief, revealing a pair of light-colored, gleaming eyes, "Thank you, Miss."

Xie Yongwei was slightly shocked when she heard the flat voice. She was not sad, heartbroken or distressed, but she just felt that there was a strange gap between them.

Xie Yongwei turned around and casually took out paper, pen, inkstone and other items from the sandalwood shelf in the car.

According to her usual writing habit, she placed the items on the Huanghuali flat corner table.

The Duan inkstone was placed in the front left, with water-rippled paper underneath. Xie Yongwei inserted her index finger into the copper ring on the lid of the Duan inkstone, and used the other three fingers to hold the two sides of the inkstone cover, gently opened it, turned it over, and placed the inkstone cover steadily on the Huanghuali table.

The remaining ink in the Duan Inkstone has not dried yet, emitting a unique fragrance of ink. When the lid of the inkstone is opened, the pine scent wafts out and warms the entire carriage.

"What kind of ink does Awei use?" Xie Yongwei raised her eyes and saw the man approaching her, staring at the black ink in the Duan inkstone.

As soon as the purple-hair brush in her hand stopped moving, Xie Yongwei smiled and asked, "What kind of ink do you think it is, Venerable Brother?"

"Hui Mo," the man answered confidently, then paused and added somewhat uncertainly, "I wonder if my guess is correct."

The purple-hair brush only paused for a moment, and a round ink stain slowly bloomed from the tip of the brush. Xie Yongwei blinked her eyes and continued to write calmly: "That's right, it's exactly what your elder brother guessed."

"Hmm." The man hummed lightly, not revealing much emotion.

Xie Yongwei didn't raise her eyes, so naturally she didn't see the hint of nostalgia that flashed across his eyes.

Avi's hobbies are still the same as in her previous life, nothing has changed.

In my previous life, I secretly protected her and observed her life, and I also saw that she liked to use purple brush and Hui ink.

I would squat outside the window every night and watch her reading and writing from afar. I would see her happy and sad at times while reading, and I would also feel happy and sad at times. Those times are really nostalgic.

However, he folded his five fingers and felt that the time was better now.

In the previous life, I had always been in the dark and had never spent much time with her. In this life, I learned from my mistakes and appeared by her side many times.

Although the effect is not very visible at the moment, at least she is no longer as clingy to Jiang Yu as she was in her previous life.

So, I have a chance?

"Well," the girl said gently, accompanied by the friction sound of the paper on the Huanghuali square table, "Take a look, is the prescription on it the one you take regularly?"

The light blue gauze was blown up by the wind, and a cool night breeze took the opportunity to sneak into the car.

"Cough cough..." The person in front of him coughed again.

He picked up the water-rippled paper with his slender jade fingers. Under the copper hollow glass ball lamp, he squinted his eyes slightly, adjusted himself to the light intensity, and carefully identified the small characters on it.

He recognized the words on it, but the more he read, the more frightened he became.

"Beep!" - the glass ball lamp suddenly made a loud noise.