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Sangzi checked the pulse for a long time, and suddenly said leisurely: "Please go back."

The sitting old man stood up abruptly, and said in a voiceless voice: "Why?" The old man's face instantly became as pale as his young master's.

Sangzi put his hands back into the sleeves, put his hands together and hid them, and slightly closed his eyes: "I can't cure this disease."

"Didn't you say no?" The old man took a step forward and leaned against the wooden bed.

But Sang Zi didn't answer any more, as if he lost all his strength when he felt his pulse, he didn't want to open his mouth.There were not many stubborn rejections on her face, but the calmer her face, the more uneasy the old man felt.

The old man came around from the opposite side of the bed, and knelt down in front of Sangzi: "Our Jin family has only one seedling, the master said, no matter what price you pay, you can ask for medical fees or other conditions, absolutely There is nothing else to say. Just show the young master a good look!"

Yan Qitong saw this scene in his eyes, and felt a little strange in his heart.The old man knelt down to Sangzi, which was inconsistent with her ethics.But she also knew that she had no part to speak here, and the less she felt, the better.But even when the old man knelt down, Sangzi didn't want to open her eyes. Even though the sound of knees hitting the ground was very obvious, it didn't shake her at all.Looking at the silent young man on the bed, Yan Qitong thought to himself that this man might not be around for a few days, so Sang Zi would say such a thing.

Bringing the dead back to life, after all, there is always a chance of life.

The old man was still begging Sangzi bitterly. After a long time, Sangzi slowly opened his eyes and looked down at him: "Let your master have another one."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then his face flushed red with anger.He got up from the ground, stood there thinking for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Do you think it's incurable, or are you dying?"

"There is no difference." Sang Zi was still concise.

"No," the old man shook his head, "You can cure it according to your wishes, but you want the young master to suffer torture and die. It's okay for you to die, but please tell the old man what the reason is?"

"After listening to the reason, go down the mountain immediately?" Sang Zi asked.

The old man smiled miserably: "The young master was accused of being incurable everywhere, so coming to find you is the last way. If the young master is not favored by the heavens, the old man and his party will have to follow the young master on the road, and the underworld will not teach the young master to be afraid." .”

After hearing this, Sangzi sighed, the sigh was soft and soft, Yan Qitong almost thought that she was moved with compassion and wanted to try with all her strength, but Sangzi just said: "It's not necessarily the same as going up the mountain, you are all together. loyalty."

The old man remained silent, his expression already extremely ugly.When I bought the news of my hometown, I heard that this person is hard to find and has a very strange temper. Although he has excellent medical skills, he is just random.But the doctor's parents are heartbroken, which doctor can be indifferent to see the patient's life is dying.But this time he really learned how powerful she is, she is the one who can't eat food, rice, oil, and salt.

"You are indeed a paradise," the old man said suddenly, "it would be wonderful to be buried with the young master."

Sangzi smiled when she heard the words, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but her eyes were icy cold: "This idea is also wonderful, you can try it."

Yan Qitong's heart skipped a beat.She had just been distracted and noticed that a half-bloomed peony flower was inserted obliquely in Sangzi's temple today.After coming here for a long time, she had never seen Sangzi wearing red belt and green, so she didn't know why she wanted to dress herself up today.Just thinking of this moment, the two conversations between the two people got into her ears, and she was a little terrified.Seeking a doctor well, now they have become confrontational, even if she no longer understands the people here, the coldness in the tone of the two people is not weak at all.

"Old horse..."

In the gap between several people's silence, the man on the wooden board finally came to his senses and called out weakly.

"Hey!" The old horse immediately rushed over and said excitedly, "Master, you finally woke up? We are here, and this time we finally found Dr. Sangzi." After he finished speaking, he immediately thought of the situation just now, and returned Excessively bitter and authentic, "The young master was always awake and faint during the journey, and I lied to the young master all the way so that he gritted his teeth and survived."

Sangzi was silent for a while, and said, "It's his fate."

The old horse burst into tears, and the hand that grabbed the young master was trembling: "How can this be fate? It's a disease and you haven't—" He couldn't continue, and his hand was grabbed instead.

"Old Ma, let me have a few words with the doctor." Young Master Jin took his hand and sat up with difficulty.But I don't know if this movement is too big or what, after the young master took a few breaths, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The fresh blood was extremely gorgeous and pure, alive and hot, Yan Qitong could only feel a fishy smell coming to his nostrils, which made her want to vomit out the little bit of dinner she ate last night.

But the mouthful of blood did not stain the bed red, Sang Zi quickly kicked the clean water basin brought in by Yan Qitong as soon as he opened his mouth.

Sangzi said to fetch some water, and Yan Qitong did.From her usual contacts, she felt that Sangzi was not very talkative, so she didn't talk nonsense, especially when watching her dispensing medicine, she always looked into every detail.But she thought that this little water was for washing her hands just now, and she didn't realize until now, or Sangzi had expected this situation long ago.

Naturally, a little clear water will not cause much turmoil, and Sangzi's footwork is also eye-catching. I wonder if this is a coincidence.Baoqiao possesses martial arts, Yan Qitong has a deep understanding of this, but Sangzi just touched the tip of his toe, and the basin drifted over, and it just caught the blood spit out by the young master, which is a bit miraculous.

Yan Qitong's eyes were still fixed on the water basin, and it took him a while to realize that the young master just spit out half a basin of blood one after another.That bit of clear water disappeared completely, and in the end, he vomited a few blood clots.

"Young master, young master..." The old horse didn't dare to look directly at him behind him, and just cried out to Sangzi: "Doctor, doctor Sangzi, please, please help my young master."

Sangzi's kick took a lot of effort, and she even felt a little sweat dripping from her forehead.She mouthed weakly at Yan Qitong: "On the first floor of the medicine cabinet, on the fourth shelf from the west, there are two white pills."

Yan Qitong didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.The white pill had a strange fragrance, like mint, and when he took it to the bed, the young master had already passed out again.The blood around his mouth had already been wiped away by the old horse with his sleeve, leaving only a little trace, but it still looked shocking.The old horse stared at the two pills like a hungry wolf. He suddenly grabbed Yan Qitong's wrist, turned his head and asked, "Have you decided to save the young master?"

"If he doesn't take these two medicines again, he will be burned to death." Sang Zi poured out a glass of water and put it gently on the edge of the table.

Obviously these words frightened the old horse, he let go, and watched the masked girl pour the medicine into the young master's mouth, and then he said: "How many pills do you have?"

"It's useless to give you more." Sangzi shook his head, "It's just a stopgap."

The old horse was very desperate immediately: "Is there really no way to save the young master?"

"I'm tired, you stay here and watch over him, call me when he wakes up." Sangzi didn't answer him.With a gesture of his hand, Yan Qitong leaned over.Sang Zi pulled Yan Qitong's arm to stand up, and staggered out the door.

The old horse watched from behind, this Sangzi doctor himself is still like a patient, don't be seriously ill, so he hides in this deep mountain and old forest to recuperate and recuperate.

Sangzi's room was already taken by the young master, but she didn't go to Yan Qitong's place to rest, but sat directly on the wicker chair outside, squinting her eyes and dozing off.Not far in front of her were those burly men, probably because of the movement in the room just now, they all stared at her with wide-open eyes.Under such gaze, Yan Qitong's scalp felt a little numb, but Sangzi slept very peacefully, so Yan Qitong tried his best to show a calm appearance, and even went back to his room to pick up a travel book and sat on Sangzi's wicker chair to read it.

As the sun sets, the heat also drops.Sangzi stood up from the rattan chair and asked Yan Qitong to make a pot of tea and bring it to the study.

There was no movement in the bedroom, the old horse never came out, and the three people standing outside also went in to guard.

After boiling water and making tea, Yan Qitong returned to the study.Sang Zi was sitting at the table studying ink, with a list of prescriptions laid out in front of him.She grinds very slowly, and keeps her eyes fixed on the paper, as if she is in deep thought.Yan Qitong didn't dare to disturb, but poured the tea lightly and stood aside.

She originally thought that Sangzi was prescribing a prescription for the young master of the Jin family, but after researching the ink, Sangzi just outlined a dead branch on the list, and then dotted two black plum blossoms on the branch.

Yan Qitong once looked at the small paintings in different books on the bookshelf, because of the paper, she also thought about who painted them, but she didn't take it to heart, and only thought it was some bookmarks.The paintings are also different, sometimes they are landscapes or flowers and birds, and they are more like some kind of medicinal materials.Today was an eye-opener. I didn't expect Sangzi to have such a sentimental feeling. The writing was not sloppy, just like a plum branch bullying Shuang Aoxue in the severe cold.In this way, Yan Qitong couldn't help but think of that weird night.How did Sangzi escape from the frozen state that night, and she didn't know what happened after she fell asleep inexplicably.Sangzi didn't show any other strangeness, but at this moment, I don't know why she drew the plum branch, and then stayed for a long time.

Yan Qitong endured and endured, and still took the initiative to step forward, pushed the tea to her hand, and said softly: "The tea is getting cold."

Sang Zi glanced at her.This former prime minister's daughter, with a white cloth on her face and black hair, was dressed a little weirdly by herself, but she looked cool in summer.Regardless of these, but as far as she deals with people, it is completely different from when she first came here.

What kind of environment will turn people's temperament upside down, Sangzi thinks that this place is not enough.But everyone has their own secrets, which may become mysteries. If you have your own secrets, of course others should have them too.