The divine doctor and son-in-law of the best goddess

Lu Qing and Feng Qi sat opposite each other, she didn't check his pulse as soon as they met, but asked first.

In fact, Feng Qi, who was sitting opposite her, didn't take this miracle doctor Lu seriously.

In her cognition, Qicheng, the capital of Fengqi Kingdom, is where the elites from all over the country gather.

Even the famous doctors in Qicheng failed to find out her illness, and a mere doctor in Linyuan City could solve it.

Those good reputations are nothing more than ignorant common people spreading falsehoods.

You can't believe it all, and you can't believe it, she believes that Lu Qing still has two brushes.

Lu Qing is also well aware of the doubts and distrust in the heart of the patients who are in contact with them for the first time, and can understand them very well.

"Miss Guanfeng's complexion is not very good, her eyes are dull and bloodshot, and her eyes are still dark blue and black. It must be caused by poor sleep at night and frequent awakenings." Lu Qing said casually.

"Doctor Lu is right."

"Miss Feng is too thoughtful and overthinking, but what's bothering you?" Looking at the other person's face, she speculated again.

"Why do you see that?" Feng Qi raised her eyebrows and asked back.

Lu Qing laughed at herself and said, "I said it was based on my appearance. Miss Feng must say that I'm a charlatan. Why don't I give you a pulse first?"

He was an interesting person, Feng Qi didn't hesitate, and stretched her wrist over.

Seeing the shallow scars on her wrist, Lu Qing frowned, pursed his lips and said nothing, and put his fingers on her wrist neatly.

After a while, leave.

Feng Qi rolled up her sleeves and asked, "Doctor Lu can see what kind of illness it is?"

"That depends on whether Miss Feng trusts me, if you don't trust me, it's useless to say more." She said lightly.

After all, in the records of the existing medical books in Feng Qi State, there is no depression, and there is no corresponding treatment method.

The level of medical treatment in Feng Qi Country is still in the groping stage of traditional Chinese medicine. It is not bad if it can treat a headache and brain fever.

The method of acupuncture and moxibustion is only at the entry-level level. Even if the famous doctors in Qicheng are so capable, they will definitely not be able to learn the long-lost acupuncture techniques.

Lu Qing is not sure whether Fengqi Country is the same as the Hua Country she used to live in.

Feng Qi thought she was playing tricks and wanted to raise the price of the consultation fee, and said sarcastically: "I thought you were a bit capable, but I didn't expect you to be a pious quack doctor." After saying that, she got up and walked out.

Lu Qing didn't stop her either. After all, rushing is not a business, and she doesn't have to treat it either.

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Feng Lian, who was chatting happily with Rong Jinsi, saw his younger sister walking out of the inner hall out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly got up and asked, "How is the situation?"

Feng Qi is not the kind of woman who would lose face in front of everyone, she just said: "My health is fine, just go back home and rest for a few more days."

Feng Lian, who knew his sister quite well, could hear the disdain in her words.

Seeing that Lu Qing had also come out, she couldn't help stepping forward and whispering, "Miraculous Doctor Lu, sister-in-law's illness..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qing interrupted helplessly: "Your sister's illness is not serious, and it is not serious. You should look at her more when you go home, and don't let her look for her in a depressed mood. take out a dagger, or do something to hurt yourself."

"Give her some calming, nourishing qi and blood medicines to help her sleep better, and then don't let her manage business matters. She will be in a trance, inexplicably irritable, and make too many mistakes, so she should form a self-denial. consciousness."

Lu Qing's voice was not low enough for the four people next to them to hear clearly.

Not to mention the astonishment on his face, the unbelievable air.

Feng Qi felt an indescribable fear in her heart.

It seems that Lu Qing has been living by her side all the time, and everything she has experienced has been witnessed by her own eyes.

Even those negative psychological activities can be said exactly.

Feng Qi's already pale and unhealthy complexion, the blood on her face faded, she was a little unsteady and staggered back a few steps, she didn't stabilize her figure until she slumped down on a chair.

Feng Lian was so frightened that he couldn't see her, so he wanted to pull her arm.

Rong Jinsi, who was the closest, reached out and pulled the back of the chair, so that she didn't lose control and turned over.

Everyone was startled into a cold sweat, only Lu Qing remained calm and composed, without any unnecessary movements.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? But what's wrong?" Feng Lian asked anxiously.

Feng Qi shook her head, grabbed his arm to borrow strength, finally stood up, and said extremely apologetically: "I'm really sorry for Lu Miracle Doctor, please let Lu Miracle Doctor save the little woman regardless of past suspicions." To kneel.

She was really fed up with herself when she was sick, and the feeling that life was worse than death was simply too tormenting.

Let's just say that the small wounds on her wrists were all wounds cut by her with a knife.

I often have the urge to want to die, but thinking about young children, I often try my best to restrain myself.

She didn't know how long she could fight against the illness, maybe it wouldn't be long before she would be tortured to the point of collapse.

Lu Qing let out a long sigh, "Your disease cannot be treated in a medical clinic. You need to take off your clothes during the treatment, □□, and once you start, you can't stop halfway, otherwise your condition will not only not improve, but will worsen again. "

"I'll give you three days to think about it, and come to me after you think it through."

To treat her disease, it is necessary to use the Thirteen Needles of Guimen created by Bian Que during the Warring States Period.

The acupoints where the needles are used are also a bit difficult to tell, and she herself is not sure whether the other party can accept it.

I don't know if what she said was too vague or too vague.

All in all, the other three looked at her with strange expressions, and Feng Qi was even more ashamed and indignant.

She believes that if she is a man, Feng Lian, the elder brother, will probably fix her as an apprentice for her younger sister.

On the other hand, her lovely and lovely wife bit her lower lip and looked at her with the eyes of a heartless man.

Lu Qing stared at the sky speechlessly, really wanted to cry, and could only explain again: "Don't get me wrong, I want to give her needles, so I have to remove her clothes, but there are no such messy things as you think."

"It's all about the needling, why do you say it so imaginatively?" Rong Jinsi muttered dissatisfiedly, like a little daughter-in-law who was thinking about it.

Feng Lian and Feng Qi looked at each other, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Miraculous doctor Lu, I am willing to accept all your treatments. I don't want my child to lose his mother when he is young." She said solemnly with firm eyes.

"Okay, tomorrow you can take a person you trust the most with you, and find me in the small courtyard behind the medical hall, where my wife and I live." Lu Qing didn't refuse any more, and agreed frankly.

Feng Lian wanted to ask them why they didn't live in Rong's mansion, but felt that it was inconvenient for him to ask about their private affairs, so he didn't ask, but secretly kept this matter in his heart.

Whoever imagined it, it was because of this memory that he saved him in the near future.

This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

……

The next day.

Lu Qing, who had been busy all morning, saw off the last patient, and put up a sign outside the medical hall saying that the door is closed.

Thinking about the time, Linyuan Wang Qi Jingxuan should have returned to the city today.

Even if she took a carriage all the way, the injuries on her body were enough for her. As her attending physician, she still had to visit her once or twice.

"Shu Ya, take my secret medicine for golden sores, Zhixue powder, and follow me to see your father."

The little bun on the side pouted his mouth in displeasure, and muttered in a low voice: "Teacher only cares about my sister, so I don't care about Yun'er anymore."

No matter how soft her voice was, she couldn't escape Lu Qing's ears, and she caught her right.

Funny pinched his soft little face, "You are not very big, but you have learned to compete for favor."

"You little rascal can't inherit my mantle, of course I have to prefer Shu Ya."

When Qi Shuya heard her "righteous words" to educate the little bun, a happy smile appeared on her face that had always been indifferent for a long time.

That smile was very short, but it really existed, but it was not seen by Lu Qing.

I was also secretly happy in my heart. Although the teacher was strict with me, she was kind to me and wanted me to inherit her mantle.

It's not that he doesn't like himself, that's why he always kills himself.

Her joy is always hidden deep in her heart, and she doesn't show it at all on her face.

Lu Qing didn't notice anything unusual either, he habitually held the little bun Qi Shuyun in his left hand, and Qi Shuya in his right hand, walking all the way towards the palace.

When I met a snack shop on the road, I didn’t forget to buy some for the two gluttonous little girls, just like a young mother shopping with her two cute little daughters.

The little bun Qi Shuyun sat on her arms, eating the freshly baked peach cakes, and the fine residue fell all over Lu Qing, she said indifferently, "Is the peach cakes delicious?"

"Delicious." Xiao Baozi said with a stutter.

The tiny residue sprayed out from her mouth, and added some material to Lu Qing's clothes.

The little princess Qi Shuya, who is a little younger, eats much better than her, and is much more ladylike.

Compared with his sister, Xiao Baozi eats like a little bandit.

After walking for about a stick of incense, they finally came to the gate of the palace.

The maid who had been following them not far away hurriedly knocked on the door and asked the porter to send a message to the princess.

One or two children walked to the garden in the front yard, and saw Princess Mi Yunting standing in the octagonal pavilion.

Lu Qing put the little bun on the ground, patted her little butt and said with a smile, "Hurry up and find your concubine mother."

The little bun was like a runaway wild horse, with two short legs, he ran towards Mi Yunting quickly.

Mi Yunting exuded the brilliance of motherhood from the inside out, squatted down, stretched out her arms, and hugged her little daughter into her arms.

Qi Shuya was not like her sister, she still followed Lu Qing step by step, like a well-behaved little disciple.

"It's really hard for Mrs. Sister-in-law to go out to meet you." Lu Qing said politely.

"What kind of way is this going out? I'll just stand in the garden for a while at most. The prince has just returned home and is still thinking about you." They were all old acquaintances, and she didn't have too many scruples when she spoke.

Lu Qing joked: "It's probably because I have no conscience, so I don't want to come to see her at the house."

Mi Yunting covered her mouth and chuckled noncommittally, Lu Qing knew it in her heart, it seemed that her guess was right.

Talking and laughing, the two came to Linyuan King Qi Jingxuan's bedroom.