After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Stop!"

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

Holding the white jade medicine pot, the old man raised his eyes and stared at her.

Nan Baoyi knew that he had made the right bet.

When the old man came to take Suisui's pulse for the first time, she felt that his small movements were familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, she remembered that Jiang Suihan also made small movements of patting his knees when he was taking the pulse.

Jiang Suihan may have learned from him.

The old man put the medicine pot on the table of the Eight Immortals, dusted his robe with downcast eyes, and said indifferently, "I heard that little bastard has become a miracle doctor in Shu County?"

"Yes. He has been living in my house these days, and often treats difficult and miscellaneous diseases for the people of Jinguan City free of charge. Everyone praises his virtuous name."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Hanging the pot to help the world, with a benevolent heart and skill, he is worthy of the name of a 'miracle doctor'."

Nan Baoyi broke free from the two soldiers who were restraining her.

She straightened her skirt, her face was cold, "Since you are his master, you must have better medical skills than him. I believe in your ability to cure diseases and save lives. Let me try this pot of medicine for my little cousin, okay?"

The little cousin is seriously ill.

If there is a problem with the concoction, she absolutely cannot bear to toss it again.

The old man tapped on the table, obviously hesitating.

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

"This is detoxification—" the old man stopped talking in time, "This is a prescription for treating fish sores, of course it won't kill anyone!"

Xu felt that it was shameful to be questioned about his medical skills, so he took out a small cup, poured some concoction, and showed Nan Baoyi to drink it himself.

After drinking, he said: "Since you want to test the medicine, then drink it, you won't die after all."

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

The old man is so godly, even if he is Jiang Suihan's master, she doesn't trust him.

However, someone has to test the medicine.

Besides...

The small calculation in Nan Baoyi's heart was pounding loudly.

Let her test the medicine, first, you can't die.

If she is successful in testing the medicine, she can beg Jiuqiantui to help her report to the imperial court, accumulating merits, plus the previous achievements, maybe she can get a knighthood award.

Can protect the little cousin.

Thin white fingertips touched the white jade medicine pot.

She simply drank a whole jug of thick black concoction.

What a pain!

Bitter than those medicines I drank when my knee hurt...

She covered her mouth and retched a few times, raised her red phoenix eyes, and reluctantly said: "As expected of a master and apprentice, the medicine prepared is so bitter..."

"Have you ever drank the medicine made by that bastard?"

"When my knee was injured, I drank it for more than a month."

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

Nan Baoyi drank half a cup of almond tea, slightly relieving the bitterness between his lips and teeth, before explaining: "The kneecap was broken before,

After recuperating for half a year, although I can't tell the lame when I walk normally, but if I run fast, I can still see the clues. "

The old man nodded and warned: "Don't eat anything today, and don't drink any medicine. If you have symptoms of abdominal cramps, it's a normal reaction. I'll come over tomorrow and take your pulse."

He packed up the medicine box, took a few steps outside the house, and suddenly stopped and looked back.

He calmly said: "If you can pass this test, this old man will heal your knee. In the whole world, only this old man can heal you."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

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

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

"I'm not deaf."

Ning Wanzhou was disgusted, so she pulled the gauze and ointment to bandage the wound on her arm.

Nan Baoyi saw that his movements were inconvenient, so he stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."

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

"I have seen Brother Jiang bandage a patient's wound, and some simple skin trauma can still be treated."

Ning Wanzhou was awkward: "I'm not afraid that you won't treat the wound well, but I'm afraid that you will take advantage of me. Don't think of old cows eating tender grass."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

Old cow? !

She is only a few months older than Ning Wanzhou!

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

So angry!

The action of wiping the blood on Ning Wanzhou's arm couldn't help but get worse.

Ning Wanzhou snorted.

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

Little carrot head Ning Wanzhou's face was distorted in pain.

But he thought, he is the young prince of the dignified town government, how can he make people laugh at him?

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

More importantly, she should know that he, Ning Wanzhou, is an out-and-out man, lest she make him a joke in front of Nan Baozhu in the future.

So during the process of applying the bandage, Ning Wanzhou gritted her teeth and didn't cry out in pain.

Nan Baoyi tied a bow on his arm with gauze.

She looked up.

Dou Da's cold sweat rolled down the boy's forehead, staining his carefully drawn makeup.

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

He is a precious little father-in-law, and he has never suffered this kind of hardship.

Being so stubborn is probably to prevent her and Zhuzhu from underestimating her...

Nan Baoyi changed his opinion of him a bit.

Ning Wanzhou put down her sleeves, looked back at the tightly closed curtain, and threatened: "Don't tell her about my protection of her today, 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 raise the corners of his mouth.

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

Although the little father-in-law is proud, he still has a good heart.

I just don't know, is his love for his little cousin a childhood sweetheart's love, or is it purely possessive?

For some reason, Nan Baoyi's inexplicable expectation is the first one.

There are not many men in the world who are willing to be stabbed to protect the little cousin.

Ning Wanzhou is a man!

After lunch, Nan Baoyi felt abdominal cramps.

Probably the concoction I drank worked.

She sits in front of the bronze mirror.

In the mirror, the girl's face was pale, her lips were pale, and her forehead was dripping with cold sweat. A few strands of black hair stuck to her temples, like a flower after a heavy rain, very haggard and pitiful.

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