When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

Rong Lei hesitated for a moment and was a little confused, but he didn't say anything at this moment.

Rong Leili's eyes widened. He had come back several times, and each time he went to see He Feng, he had seen He Feng's madness from a headache attack many times...

In just a few minutes, Rong Zhen grabbed Uncle Feng's hand. How did it suddenly get solved?

Is it a coincidence?

He Tiankun's eyes flashed with joy. Although he didn't know how Rong Zhen did it, it was obvious that it was indeed useful...

Rongzhen glanced at the palm of her hand, then raised her eyes and said lightly.

"It's not a big problem. It can be cured."

This is a light and casual sentence.

Everyone present was stunned and forgot what to do.

He Feng has seen all kinds of things over the years, but since he got this old illness, his mentality has become very strange. On the one hand, he keeps forcing himself to stay calm, but on the other hand, he is also deeply tortured and on the verge of collapse.

He Tiankun turned around with a stiff neck, and forced a respectful and polite smile on his face, which was usually not very polite.

"Miss...how to cure..."

Rongzhen smiled but didn't smile.

He used to call her Rong Zhen all the time.

Now I know to call me Miss.

It seems that He Tiankun really regards He Feng as his biological father, even closer than his biological father.

It's not just He Feng.

So are these two people.

She glanced at Rong Leiyi and Rong Leili.

They put aside their previous doubts and contempt, and both looked at Rong Zhen earnestly, opening their mouths as if they wanted to say something.

Rong Leili was still a little unconvinced, but after thinking about it, he decided not to say anything and wait and see what would happen next.

At least, Rong Zhen did suppress Uncle Feng's old habit...

You know, even in the hospital, so many doctors and nurses racked their brains but couldn't find a solution when Uncle Feng went crazy.

The doctors had no choice but to tell them privately not to make the patients angry, but to keep them in a stable condition and reduce the frequency of the attacks.

But in just a few minutes, the girl held Uncle Feng's hand and suddenly changed.

Several grown men moved their lips but couldn't utter a single useful word.

Rongzhen spoke calmly.

"Do as you were told before. You guys go out first."

Rong Leili wanted to curse again, but was pulled back by Rong Lei.

He Tiankun stared at Rong Zhen again and again.

In the end, he told He Feng not to worry, and held Rong Leiyi and Rong Leili's necks with one hand each, and closed the door when he left.

However, the three of them stood at the door, with their ears pressed against the door in tacit understanding.

He Tiankun gritted his teeth, wondering if he could really let Uncle Feng face Rong Zhen alone.

Inside the house, Rongzhen pointed at the statue of Guan Gong on the cabinet and spoke casually.

“Do the people here believe in him?”

He Feng glanced at the portrait with a face full of loyalty and benevolence, and recovered from his previous state of surprise and smiled gently.

“Those who believe will believe.”

Rong Zhen moved a stool next to He Feng's wheelchair, sat on it, stretched out her hand, and spoke softly.

"Your appearance is very bad, your aura is weak, and there is a faint evil gathering in your body, but it is not obvious."

"I guess it's because of your health that it attracts you."

"Because of your strong luck, it has fallen dormant again."

He Feng tried hard to absorb every word Rong Zhen said. He had seen so many storms.

This is not the first time I have encountered so-called fortune tellers and those so-called country miracle doctors.

It's all deceptive.

But how to explain it.

When Rong Zhen's hand touched him, he felt like he was burned by fire.

Observing with the naked eye, the woman's hands were white and slender, and there was no sign of any mechanical manipulation at all.

The woman half-closed her sparkling black eyes, and a wicked smile flashed across her face.

"When people here hear this, they all have this expression."

During this period, through various methods, she has realized that she may be the only one in this world.

Moreover, the people here don’t practice martial arts or cultivate.

She is naturally different from ordinary people.

After saying that, she spread out her hands and gave orders like a noble emperor.

"Give me your hand."

He Feng suppressed the astonishment in his eyes and was a little surprised.

"Hand? You..."

Rongzhen grew up in the mountains and practiced medicine, and never accepted any sexual relationships.

"hurry up."

As he said that, he grabbed He Feng's hand.

He Feng had lived for half of his life and had been respected for most of his life, but this was the first time he was treated like this by a little girl.

And he still doesn't know how to respond.

He could only look at Rong Zhen. The burning palm made him unable to help but retract his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, this small jade hand was like an iron clamp and did not move at all.

About five minutes passed.

Rongzhen opened her eyes.

He looked at He Feng and spoke calmly.

"I want to turn around."

As she spoke, she pulled the handle of He Feng's wheelchair, turned He Feng around, and faced her with the back of his head.

Rong Zhen lightly twisted his thumb and middle finger, and in a direction that He Feng could not see, he concentrated and made a gesture. The power of Xuantian Technique flowed through his fingertips and into He Feng's brain.

He Feng thinks.

At this moment.

It was as if the thorns inside my brain were being cleaned one by one, and my brain gave me a slight sense of comfort....

He Feng was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

The head shook.

Come back to your senses.

The woman has turned her face back.

Her fair face was pretty and delicate, her black eyes were slightly upturned, and her thin rosy lips seemed to be more colorful, but her complexion was a little paler.

He Feng was a little confused.

"Okay...are you ready?"

Rongzhen nodded.

"It's an old illness. It may take a few days to cure. You're staying here for the next few days, right? Wait for me. I'll come here every day. It only takes about an incense stick of time."

After saying that, Rong Zhen stood up neatly.

Open the door.

clap clap.

The three people were caught off guard and fell into the room.

It just so happened that Rong Leili was at the bottom and was really pressed down.

He Tiankun: "..."

Rong Leiyi "..."

Rong Leili: ".....Fuck, get up quickly, I can't breathe."

The three men got up in a panic, and before they could say anything, Rong Zhen had already glanced at them indifferently, turned around and left in a leisurely manner.

Rong Leili's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Guigui, oh my goodness, is this the eldest lady?

Rong Leiyi was also so shocked that he couldn't recover.

Only He Tiankun was a little more normal, after all, he had come into contact with Rong Zhen several more times, but he still found it unbelievable in his heart.

This young lady... looks like... the chairman probably doesn't know...

Or was it trained by the chairman?

Several people hurriedly ran to He Feng, surrounded him and started asking what had happened just now.

He Feng didn't know how to explain it to them.

But he did feel that the pain in his brain had decreased a lot, and it had been a long time since he had a good night's sleep...

Could it be that Rong Zhen really knows some weird things?

"All right."

"During this period of time, I will live with Ali."

Rong Leili was shocked.

"Uncle Feng, aren't you going back to the hospital?"