The legitimate daughter returns, and the princess goes crazy

"Miss, the incense has burned out. The Third Young Master's legs have been soaked for three days."

Chun Ge came hurriedly to report just after dinner, just in time.

Everyone rushed into Han Junxing's room.

I saw him lying on the bed with a pale face. The ordeal of the past three days seemed to have made him thinner.

Ordinary people cannot bear this kind of pain, let alone him who is suffering from a long-term illness. It is a sign of his strong will that he can endure it.

Han Bingjie stepped forward with a worried look on her face and asked, "Brother, how do you feel now?"

Han Junxing's voice was a little weak, but he still forced a smile.

"Don't worry I'm fine."

Although it was painful while soaking, his legs felt unprecedentedly relaxed after soaking. There was no more pain from being corroded by thousands of insects, and the scars on his legs turned back to normal skin color.

Feng Wuxin looked at his legs and saw what kind of poison he had been poisoned with. He couldn't help but admire him and said, "You can actually think of this method to detoxify him. It's really good. It seems that all the poison has been forced out of his body. His life will not be in any danger."

Mu Yan's lips curled slightly: "I read all this from the book left by my grandmother. My grandmother is good at detoxification, but when it comes to acupuncture, you have to be the best."

She was not being modest. No one could match Li Qinghe in prescribing medicine to cure diseases and detoxify. However, when it came to acupuncture, Feng Wuxin had to be counted first. Otherwise, how did the name of Northern Medicine and Southern Acupuncture come about?

Feng Wuxin waved his hands and said with a look of disdain: "Come on, stop flattering me. I feel so nervous when a girl like you praises me."

Mu Yan: “…”

You are quite fond of this, so why doesn't it work on me?

Feng Wuxin did not continue bickering, but concentrated on checking Han Junxing's injuries.

The diagnosis was the same as that of other doctors. All the meridians in his legs were broken. He could not stand up again unless his meridians were stimulated and healed automatically.

But his injuries were much more serious than he had expected. Even if he used the Plum Blossom Needle, he could not guarantee that he could stimulate his meridians 100%.

It's over, this bragging is too much.

Mu Yan was still staring at him, and it would be embarrassing if he backed down now.

He coughed lightly and said, "I am going to give him acupuncture now to stimulate his meridians and heal them all. However, he has been injured for a long time, so it will be more difficult. So whether he can stand up depends on his own luck."

Mu Yan broke out in sweat on his forehead. What he meant by this was that if it didn't work out in the end, it would be Han Junxing's bad luck that could be blamed, not me.

Treacherous Master!

After saying this, he took out the ancestral silver needle from his bosom and began acupuncture treatment.

He turned his wrist slightly, and the silver needle flew towards the Xuehai acupoint and the Diji acupoint. He then gently flicked it with his hand and saw that Han Junxing's expression did not change.

Then he inserted the silver needles into his Sanyang acupoint and Yangfu acupoint, but Han Junxing's expression remained unchanged.

Han Bingjie asked cautiously, "How about Fengshen Doctor?"

Chun Ge also asked, "Why didn't the Third Young Master react at all?"

At this time Feng Wuxin was also a little anxious, and then he inserted the silver needle into the Xiyang point again, and this time the needle was half an inch deeper than before.

Han Junxing finally snorted.

Han Bingjie asked excitedly: "Third brother, are your legs reacting?"

Han Junxing frowned: "It seems so, but..."

After all, his legs had been numb for too long, so he wasn't sure if he really felt any pain just now.

Feng Wuxin bent his finger and flicked the silver needle again.

Han Junxing's calm face finally showed a reaction: "Yes, it hurts. I feel the pain."

He was almost on the verge of tears. For the past two years, he had been pinching his legs repeatedly with no reaction, but now he finally had a reaction like a normal person. How could he not be excited?

Han Bingjie hugged Mu Yan excitedly and cried: "Yan'er, thank you."

If Mu Yan hadn't noticed that her third brother was poisoned, he might have died after a while. If she hadn't found the divine doctor, there would have been no hope of her brother's leg recovering.

Mu Yan wiped away the tears from her eyes and said with a smile: "Sisters don't need to say such things."

"Hey, hey, hey, let me tell you, why are you two being so polite? Shouldn't it be my credit that this kid's legs reacted?"

Feng Wuxin was cursing there, while he was working hard to give acupuncture, but the two of them were pushing the ball to each other.

Mu Yan: “…”

Han Bingjie chuckled: "Of course the greatest credit goes to the most handsome and skilled doctor in the world!"

Feng Wuxin blew his beard and said, "That's pretty good."

Then he continued to give Han Junxing acupuncture. His technique was fast and sharp, almost as fast as a phantom. Mu Yan watched intently and secretly sighed in her heart that her master's acupuncture technique was truly the best in the world. Compared with his, her own acupuncture technique was far inferior.

Han Junxing's pain became more and more intense. By the time the acupuncture was completed, he was already sweating profusely.

After all the needles were removed, Feng Wuxin wiped the sweat off his forehead and said proudly, "Okay, as long as I come to give him acupuncture once every seven days, he will be able to stand up again within two months."

After hearing Feng Wuxin's confirmation, the brother and sister were so excited that they could hardly speak. Han Bingjie lifted her skirt and knelt heavily on the ground, "Brother has a leg disease and is unable to function properly. I will thank the doctor for giving him a new life on his behalf."

Feng Wuxin had a very good impression of Han Bingjie. She was a woman who valued friendship and loyalty, and also knew how to be grateful. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Hurry up and get up. I hope you two brothers and sisters can remember what you promised me."

The two of them naturally knew what Feng Wuxin was referring to, and they cupped their hands and said, "Don't worry, Divine Doctor Feng. Not only my brother, but I will not lead troops into the territory of Southern Xinjiang."

Feng Wuxin nodded with satisfaction and walked out.

The rest of the people also wisely followed him out, leaving the rest of the time to the brother and sister. Now that Han Junxing's legs were about to recover and his knot was untied, the two naturally had a lot to talk about.

"Hey, Senior Feng, please have some tea." Mu Yan attentively poured a cup of tea for Feng Wuxin who was sitting on a stone bench, with a flattering look on his face.

Feng Wuxin glanced at her, stood up and was about to leave, "Hey, hey, what are you talking about? I don't want tea. I'm leaving."

Mu Yan flew forward and grabbed his arm: "Why are you leaving? How can you be so broad-minded and not allow a junior to say a few words?"

Feng Wuxin waved his sleeves and deliberately took two steps back to keep a distance from her: "You can talk, but whether I can listen to you depends on my mood."

Mu Yan had no way to deal with this old naughty boy, but still said seriously: "Senior Feng, I would like to take you as my master."

Just like in the previous life.