After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Stop it!"

Nan Baoyi stared at the old doctor with red eyes, "Do you know Jiang Suihan?"

The old man held the white jade pot, raised his eyes and stared at her.

Nan Baoyi knew that he was right.

When the old man came to diagnose Sui Sui's pulse for the first time, she felt that his little pulse diagnosis was a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she remembered that Jiang Suihan also patted his knee when he diagnosed the pulse.

Jiang Suihan may be a teacher from him.

The old man put the medicine pot on the table of the Eight Immortals, looked down and dusted his robe, his tone was indifferent: "I heard that the little **** has become the genius doctor of Shu County?"

"Yes. He has been living in my house these days, and he often diagnoses and treats difficult and complicated diseases for the people of Jinguancheng free of charge. Everyone is praising him for his good name."

The old man smiled while stroking his beard, "Hang the pot to help the world, benevolent and benevolent, and he deserves the name of the'genius doctor.'

Nan Baoyi broke away from the two soldiers who had fettered her.

She straightened her dress, her face was cold, "Since you are his master, you must be better than him. I believe in your ability to heal and save people. I will try this pot of medicine for the little cousin, okay?"

The little cousin is seriously ill.

If there is a problem with the concoction, she absolutely can't bear to toss again.

The old man tapped the desktop, obviously hesitating.

Nan Baoyi smiled: "Are you afraid that I will die if I drink this pot of medicine? You are afraid that I am dead, Jiang Suihan will blame you?"

"This is detoxification -" the old man stopped talking in time, "this is a prescription for the treatment of ichthyosis, and of course drink undead!"

Xu felt that it was shameful to be questioned about medical skills. He took out the small cup, poured some medicinal juice, and drank it to Nan Baoyi himself.

After drinking it, he said: "Since you want to test the medicine, drink it. You will never die."

Nan Baoyi's eyes fell on the pot of concoction.

This old man was godly, even if he was Jiang Suihan's master, she would not trust him.

However, someone has to test the medicine.

Besides...

The little abacus in Nan Baoyi's heart was cracking.

It's up to her to test the medicine. First, she can't die.

If she is successful in trying the medicine, she can beg the nine thousand-year-old to help her report to the court and save her merits, plus the previous deeds, maybe she can get the title award.

Can protect the little cousin.

The thin white fingertips touched the white jade medicine pot.

A whole pot of thick black concoction, she drank it cleanly.

How bitter!

It's more bitter than the medicines you drink when your knee hurts...

She covered her mouth and retched a few times, raised her scarlet Danfeng eyes, and reluctantly said: "As expected of my master and apprentice, the medicines prepared are so bitter that they are terrible..."

"Have you ever drank that **** medicine?"

"I used to drink for more than a month when I injured my knee."

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Nan Baoyi's knees.

Nan Baoyi drank half a cup of almond tea, which slightly relieved the bitterness between lips and teeth, and then explained: "Before the kneecap was broken and I was recuperating for a short period of time. Although I can't see my lame legs when I walk, I still can run fast. I can see the clues."

The old man nodded and said, "Don't eat anything or drink any medicine today. If you have abdominal cramps, it is a normal reaction. I will come over tomorrow to get your pulse."

He packed the medicine box, walked a few steps outside the house, and suddenly stopped to look back.

He calmly said: "If you can overcome this barrier, your knee will be healed by the old man. In the whole world, only the old man can heal."

Nan Baoyi was startled.

She watched the old man leave with unexpected joy in her eyes.

She looked at Ning Wanzhou, "He said, he would help me treat my leg injury."

"I'm not deaf."

Ning Wanzhou disliked it, so he pulled the gauze and ointment to bandage the wound on his arm.

Seeing his inconvenient movements, Nan Baoyi stepped forward and said, "I'll come."

Ning Wanzhou sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, hesitating: "You?"

"I have seen Brother Jiang bandage the wounds of patients. Some simple skin injuries can still be dealt with."

Ning Wanzhou was awkward: "I'm not afraid that you can't handle the wound, I'm afraid you take the opportunity to take advantage of me. You don't want old cows to eat tender grass."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

Old cow? !

She is only a few months older than Ning Wanzhou!

Why doesn't he say that Zhuzhu old cow eats tender grass? !

So angry!

Tinine Wanzhou's action of wiping blood stains on his arm couldn't help but worsen.

Ning Wanzhou snorted.

Nan Baoyi's actions became more rude, "I already have a sweetheart, he is taller than you, more masculine than you, and more powerful than you! You are just a little carrot!"

Little turnip head Ning Wanzhou was distorted with pain.

But he thought, he is the little grandfather of the dignified state government mansion, how can people see him as a joke?

What's more, the girl in front of her is still Nan Baozhu's sister.

She should be told that he Ning Wanzhou is an out-and-out man, saving her from telling him a joke in front of Nan Baozhu in the future.

So in the process of applying medicine, Ning Wanzhou gritted his teeth and did not cry for a while.

Nan Baoyi tied a bow on his arm with gauze.

She raised her eyes.

Dou Da's cold sweat rolled down the juvenile's forehead, conflating his carefully painted makeup.

Her lips were bitten and bleeding, and she looked dazzling, but her face became paler.

He is a golden grandfather, and he has never experienced such suffering.

Such stubbornness is probably to prevent her and Zhuzhu from despising...

Nan Baoyi changed his opinion a little bit.

Ning Wanzhou put down his sleeves, looked back at the tightly closed veil, and threatened: "I am protecting her today. I must not tell her, otherwise, I want you to look good."

"Why?"

"Just don't tell her."

Ning Wanzhou returned to the bed awkwardly.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but cocked the corner of her mouth.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid the little cousin is worried about his injury, right?

Although the little grandpa is arrogant, he still has a good heart.

I just don't know, does his love for the little cousin belong to his childhood sweetheart, or is it purely possessive?

For some reason, Nan Baoyi inexplicably expects to be the first.

There are not many men who are willing to be knifed to protect the little cousin.

Ning Wanzhou is a man!

After lunch, Nan Baoyi felt abdominal cramps.

Probably the drunk concoction worked.

She is sitting in front of the bronze mirror.

In the mirror, the girl's face was pale, her lips were pale, her forehead was filled with fine cold sweat, and a few strands of green silk stuck to her temples, like small flowers after a rainstorm, very haggard and pitiful.