[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

The other disciples of the Beggar Clan stayed there when they passed the main helm hall, and only Nangong Ling and Wan Feng came here.

It takes a full hour to get here from the residence of the Beggar Clan disciples, which shows how remote this place is.

The little girl took a look at the buildings in the courtyard, and suddenly said: "The young master also lives here?"

"Yes, I want to take care of my adoptive father nearby..." After answering softly, Nangong Ling slowly pushed aside the bamboo fence and walked in.

Arriving here, the all-powerful Young Leader of the Beggar Gang, seemed to have turned into a schoolboy who was late for school and was afraid of being punished by the teacher, not even daring to breathe.

He knocked lightly on a wooden door, and after a while, the door creaked open.

Wan Feng opened her eyes wide.

The person who opened the door was a plainly dressed woman with long hair hanging down her shoulders and a black veil covering her face. Only a pair of bright eyes like autumn water were exposed, quietly watching the two people at the door.

She is beautiful—even though she is covered with a veil and cannot see her face, even if she does not say a word, even if she does nothing, Wan Feng intuitively knows that this is a very beautiful woman.

Elegant and gentle, even without saying a word, it can make the whole environment quiet.

The little girl froze for a long time before she took her eyes away from the woman and looked at Nangong Ling questioningly. Could this be the wife of the old leader Ren whom he mentioned, Mrs. Ren Ye Shuzhen?

"Ma'am, this is Miss Yu Wanfengyu, who has excellent medical skills. She cured the illness of old Mr. Li Guanyu in Yongcui Villa. My disciple specially invited me to treat my adoptive father..." Nangong Ling said.

"Yu Wanfeng..." Mrs. Ren read these three words softly, her voice was as beautiful as a bird singing, "Then come in..."

She said, stepped aside from the door, and walked to the inner room.

The little girl looked at the beautiful back that was enough to drive men all over the world crazy, and thought about it.

She keenly noticed that when Mrs. Ren heard Nangong Ling's introduction, she was neither surprised nor disappointed, as if... she didn't hear it at all.

However, when Nangong Ling mentioned Ren Ci, there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

Even though Wan Feng is young, people in Wanhua Valley come to seek medical treatment every day, and the life and death incidents by Luoxing Lake are so numerous that it makes people numb. God, there are always incurable diseases.

She has seen many family members of patients, but few are as weird as Mrs. Ren.

Of course, it's not appropriate to use the word weird to describe the elegant and decent Mrs. Ren, but that's how she feels to Wan Feng.

Seeing the doctor coming, she was neither disappointed because of the young age of the doctor, nor was she aroused by the deeds of the doctor who had cured a paralyzed person for many years. Only when she mentioned her husband and the patient, she seemed There are ups and downs in the eyes that are as silent as stagnant water.

Wan Feng believed that she was right, that Mrs. Ren... loved her husband very much.

But in this way, the feeling of something wrong became more and more serious: Since I love my husband so much, why did I not respond so much when I saw the doctor come?Is it because you have been disappointed so many times that you are completely numb?

If the old leader Ren's illness is really hopeless, shouldn't the beggars prepare the shroud and coffin early in the morning, and order the disciples to wait not far away at all times, so as not to be alone when the leader is dying?

How can there be such a phenomenon at this time, that the leader, his wife and adopted son can live in the same place without other people disturbing the tranquility?

"Miss Yu, this way."

The little girl withdrew her thoughts, said oh, and followed him.

When she got to Ren Ci's bed, Wan Feng was startled.

An old man was lying on the bed with an old complexion. Although the muscle texture could still be clearly seen on the exposed arms, it was obvious that he was old.

The old man's eyes were very bright, surprisingly bright, when he saw Nangong Ling, his eyes seemed to burst into light.

It's just that the light quickly dimmed, leaving only sadness.

Wan Feng raised her head and glanced at Nangong Ling, only to find that the young knight-errant didn't know when the coward Xiaoyan Duiyan Lun Tuyun had turned his head away and didn't meet the eyes of the old man on the bed, as if he couldn't bear to see his father so sad .

But soon, he turned his head around, and although he lowered his head slightly to avoid the old man's sight, there was nothing unusual in his voice: "My boy invited Miss Yu... Although this Miss Yu is young, Yu Qihuang's medical skills are outstanding." Very insightful..."

The old man listened to him quietly, and then slowly said: "You have a heart..."

"This is a child's job..." Nangong Ling seemed to be unable to continue, and turned to stand aside with her head bowed, watching the little girl in simple purple and black clothes come forward and feel her pulse.

From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Ren stood quietly on the side, neither greeting people to drink tea and sit down or other polite gestures, nor watching Wan Feng's pulse diagnosis with concern, just quietly watching the old man on the bed.

In her eyes, it seemed that she couldn't hold anything except the old man on the bed.

The little girl took a pulse, and then carefully looked at Ren Ci's facial features, and asked him to stick out his tongue to have a look, and opened his eyelids to look, as if he was puzzled, his delicate brows frowned, and after a while, Fang asked : "On weekdays, Mrs. Ren is the one who takes care of Mr. Ren's food and drink?"

She said and looked at Mrs. Ren who was standing aside.

The beautiful woman with a veil didn't speak, but just looked at Ren Ci quietly, with more sadness in her eyes.

"No, I'm next." Nangong Ling said.

Wan Feng then asked some trivial matters such as what the three meals are, how much they eat, whether they drink alcohol, etc. Nangong Ling answered them one by one, as if everything was already in his heart.

"My adoptive father's health...was bad, and his appetite went down. Now, every meal is just porridge...but he can't take it anymore..." Nangong Ling seemed unable to face the fact that the hero was old , When he said this, he lowered his head, and his voice was a little choked.

After asking these questions, the doubts in the little girl's heart did not seem to be resolved, but her brows were frowned even tighter: "What prescription did the doctor prescribe?"

"Because Dr. Li couldn't find the root cause of the disease, he only prescribed some prescriptions for invigorating qi and nourishing the mind." Nangong Ling took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it over.

Wan Feng took the prescription prescribed by Dr. Li, looked at it carefully for a while, and then slowly said: "...I have to think about it, it would be great if my senior brother was here... Wan Feng said to the doctor , I'm really not as good as you brothers and sisters, I'm afraid it will take some time to figure out what's going on..."

When she said this, the little girl showed a little helplessness and guilt as if she couldn't face the patient's family.

Nangong Ling bit her lips, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, take your time, I didn't expect my foster father to recover overnight..."

The little girl said again: "Old leader Ren has been seriously ill for a long time, Wan Feng may need to observe nearby to make a conclusion, and I'm afraid he will have to trouble the beggars' gang for a while."

Nangong Ling hurriedly said, "It's my good fortune not to bother you." The little girl thought for a while: "It's not early today, Wan Feng will go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

It was Nangong Ling who arranged the sedan chair to see her off when she went back. Sitting in the sedan chair, the little girl took out a box of Tianzhu candy from the Birong Luohua bag, which was given to her by the master of Mingjiao.Among the daily tasks in the Mingjiao, there were tasks such as helping the businessman clean up the wild dogs. The businessman would give her kumiss and Tianzhu candies in return. The master didn't like these, so he gave her all the daily rewards.

Others include Hubing, which can keep you hungry all day after eating one piece, dried fish for the Persian cat of the master, desert specialties, etc., almost filling a bag of green velvet flowers—fortunately, Sister Shuangqing gave it to her She sewed five green velvet flower bags, all of which were big enough to hold the pile of food that her master threw to her.

After taking out the Tianzhu candy, the little girl didn't put it in her mouth in a hurry, but looked at the bag in her hand for a while, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she took out a medicine bottle from inside.

A small piece of paper was pasted on the medicine bottle, with the words "Nayuandan" written on it.

Holding a bottle and hesitating for a while, the little girl pulled out the cork with the expression of a strong man cutting off his wrist, poured all the small sesame seed-sized medicine grains inside into her mouth, and immediately meditated to get luck, and attributed the cultivation base produced by it to herself.

After digesting all the cultivation base produced by Nayuan Dan and waking up from the meditation state, the little girl quickly stuffed a Tianzhu candy into her mouth, and then lay down with a face full of pain.

Although this medicine is very good for cultivation, although I know that this is the intention of the masters, although I know that taking one hundred pills a day can maximize my cultivation and strengthen my strength...but...but...

But this unpalatable degree is really unbearable!

Grandfather of medicine, don't you really think about changing the formula to improve the taste?We can share the cost problem on the buyers by monopolizing the medicinal materials and raising the price!

(Dead profiteer...as expected of a rich businessman...)

After thinking about it, Wan Feng felt that even if she protested in front of Grandpa Yaosheng, the centenarian with white hair and eyebrows would probably just smile kindly and say nothing.

Fortunately, I have already finished eating today, and there is still left... The little girl calculated with a bitter face, she probably needs to eat for another half a month... If I had known that I would not have deliberately forgotten to eat when I was at sea...

But compared to the Nayuan Pill to be eaten tomorrow, there seems to be a more urgent problem now.

Ren Ci's... poison.

It works, but it's not that simple.