The Talented Doctor

Hexi was dumbfounded, and then murmured for a while: "You took me to Ouyang's house, do you want me to cure Ouyang Haoxuan's disease?"

"Why? You're not sure?" Nangongyu smiled, "If you can't cure Ouyang Haoxuan's disease, we should go home as soon as possible, and then I..." I will always find other Yuanyang fruit for you. .

But before Nangongyu's words fell, Hexi had already raised his eyebrows, and his beautiful face was full of arrogant self-confidence and pride: "Who are you talking about not sure? I won't be able to cure a mere meridian break?"

The girl dressed as a teenager said arrogantly like this, her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, blooming with a silver-purple luster.

Those dazzling eyes were like a whirlpool, which firmly attracted Nangong Yu's mind.

He stretched out his hand in a wicked manner, gently clasped Hexi's wrist, and asked softly, "Did I use the medicine I was given to you yesterday?"

With that said, he was about to lift Hexi's sleeves to check.

Unexpectedly, it's okay not to ask him, but the question reminded Hexi of the aggrieved and unpleasant experience last night. He couldn't help but his face became cold, and he quickly and forcefully took his hand back.

"Don't bother you. Minor injuries are nothing to me."

That's right, whether it's for Hexi in the past life or Nalan Hexi in this life, this kind of skin and flesh injury has long been used to it, and it is nothing at all. She has always carried it by herself, and now she doesn't need other people's care.

Nangongyu’s eyes darkened and wanted to have a seizure, but she looked at her stubborn profile, but sighed again, and said in secret, "Remember, don’t reveal your identity as Nalan Hexi, a member of Ouyang’s family. Nowadays, I hate the people of the Nalan family. If you know your identity, it is unknown whether you can get the Yuanyang fruit."

Hexi frowned, and was about to ask what the grievances of the two families were, but Nangongyu had already said softly: "Here."

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Ouyang Mansion.

In Ouyang Haoxuan's room, the doors and windows were closed tightly at this time, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of bitter and astringent medicine, as well as a nasty breath that seemed to be moldy.

The room was full of candles, and there were several priceless night pearls, but because of the lack of sunlight, the room was still dark and suffocating.

Mrs. Ouyang is sitting on the low couch by the bed now, her hair is messy, her eyes are red and swollen, and she still has unrubbed concoction on her body.

She looked at her son who had been tortured into an inhuman form on the bed, crying sadly and begging: "Haoxuan, mother please, take medicine obediently? If you don't have these medicines, you will soon be exhausted because of your internal organs. dead."

On the bed, Ouyang Haoxuan's face was blue and gray, his beard was stubborn, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, his whole person was full of decadent dying air.

Hearing that he laughed, his voice was hoarse and rough, with indescribable despair: "Mother, I also beg you, let me die, okay? I live without dignity, and I don't even have the strength to commit suicide. What's the point of being alive? It's better to kill me with a single knife and make me dead clean!"

Mrs. Ouyang was even more sad when she heard this. She rushed to the bed, grabbed her son's hand, and murmured: "Xuan'er, your father has gone to the doctors' association to find the best prescription in the world. There are always people in this world. Can heal you. You must not give up on yourself now."

"Mother, don't deceive yourself anymore!" Ouyang Haoxuan made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a low cough of a dying old woman, "Even Nalan Zhengze has been here, but the treatment is not good, and the treatment is not good... My whole life is doomed. Mother, you just let me die, okay?"