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Chapter Sixty-Three

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    After finishing speaking, he smiled at her smartly, "Really?"

    Wan Yao's hands that were pouring the medicine trembled suddenly, blood flushed on his face, he raised his eyes to look at him, his slightly parted lips were at a loss for what to do.

    After a while, she put down the medicine bowl and sat there with her lips pursed.

    "Xiang Huan, I noticed that your skin has become thicker recently."

    He was startled innocently, probably not expecting, "I"

    Wan Yao got up and stretched out her hand to push him, "This is my room, you are a big man, you are still sitting here in the middle of the night."

    Although her hand strength was really hard to shake, Xiang Huan came out step by step and looked back, struggling: "I'll help you with the work"

    Wan Yao looked at him angrily, "No need."

    After finishing speaking, there was a "bang", and the door was slammed shut decisively.

    The sky was full of starlight and moonlight, Xiang Huan stood in the courtyard, touched the tip of his nose, stared at the wooden door in front of him for a while, then smiled faintly, turned and went back to the room.

    Across a thin wall, Wan Yao was leaning against the door. Even though she couldn't see her, she still listened cautiously to make sure that there was no movement outside. Then she returned to the table, took a deep breath and continued to mix the medicine.

    *

    In the twinkling of an eye, it will be more than half a month to go to Peng's house. According to Wanyao's original plan, Miss Peng's acne can be cured in ten days, but this time, for some reason, it still keeps recurring after so long.  If it works today, it will worsen again tomorrow; if the prescription is changed the next day, it will work, and it will come back the next day.

    After tossing and tossing too many times, Miss Peng finally became impatient, and her attitude gradually cooled down.

    "Let me say, Miss Wan, is the dose of this medicine not enough?" She frowned and leaned on the beauty couch, brushing her hair slowly, "Why doesn't it feel better all the time?"

    "Don't deliberately delay the treatment." She reminded without any trace, "It's a good way to earn more consultation fees."

    Wanyao acted as if something had happened to her ears, and checked her pulse as usual, but she still felt that the fever was too severe and would never subside, "Does Miss usually eat any food that is too nourishing?"

    Ms. Peng thought for a moment, "No."

    "I follow your orders, and my diet is mainly light, and I rarely touch meat."

    That's weird, judging by her reaction, it doesn't look like she deliberately concealed the truth from the doctor.

    Wan Yao felt that something was wrong, and put away his hand to feel the pulse, "Does your servant know this too?"

    At first, Ms. Peng was still sitting on the fishing boat, but at this moment her complexion changed suddenly when she asked this cryptic sentence.

    "I wonder if I can go to the chef to see what the lady eats every day?"

    The other party seemed to understand what she meant, and finally sat up seriously, "This is no problem, I will go with you."

    The kitchens of wealthy families never leave leftovers, most of which were left uneaten that day, and were either rewarded to the servants or thrown away to feed the dogs.  When Wan Yao walked in, several cooks and little girls were busy preparing lunch, so they stopped quickly and saluted one after another.

    Ms. Peng arrogantly ordered: "Let's put things aside first. What are the meals for today? Show Dr. Wan."

    In order to take care of her illness, several stoves in the kitchen are dedicated to her meals alone.  There is black-bone chicken soup stewed in the pot, freshly fried yam slices are placed on the tray, steamed sea bass is the meat, and bitter gourd is the vegetable. There are indeed no ingredients that are easy to get angry.

    Wan Yao inspected the past one by one, and she would take a sip of each dish in a small bowl. When she reached the innermost pot of pitch-black soup, she suddenly stopped.

    "What's this?"

    The maid next to me explained, "It's our young lady's health soup, which is stewed with wolfberry and pig heart."

    Wan Yao stirred it gently with a spoon, and smelled a faint spicy smell wafting from it, so she found a bowl and spoon to try it out.

    As soon as it entered the throat, the brows frowned.

    Seeing her expression like this, Miss Peng's family suddenly asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

    She put down the bowl and said affirmatively, "It's aconite."

    "This kind of medicine has extremely hot properties. It is used to treat cold syndrome and yin deficiency. Only half a dose is enough to cause severe heat. The young lady already has residual poison in her body. If you take a bowl every day, no matter how much medicine you take, it may not be effective.  .¡±

    Hearing what Wan Yao said, her expression changed drastically. Even if she covered her face with a kerchief, her eyes could burst into flames instantly.

    "Who is in charge of this dish!" Ms. Peng was furious, "Say it!"

    At that moment, as if they had rehearsed, everyone turned their heads together, and a maid who had moved to the door was fixed on the same spot by several eyes, looking timid and terrified.

    she was about fourteenIt was a person covered in blood who fell at his feet, and he could only persuade him, "It's better to have a good time."

    But people's hearts are always soft, probably the same as a girl, at this moment there is a bit of uncontrollable empathy.

    Xiang Huan watched her expression from the sidelines, and raised his eyebrows as if he had expected it: "Why, have you softened your heart?"

    Wan Yao couldn't speak bluntly, so she frowned and stared.

    He smiled lazily, "Please beg me if your heart softens, it's not that I refuse to help."

    She pursed her lips hesitantly, and finally let go, "Can you save?"

    The latter deliberately said: "If you ask me, of course I can save you."

    Wan Yao lowered her eyes and weighed for a moment, then lightly tugged on her belt and said in a low voice, "Then I beg you for help."

    "Okay hey, but let me tell you first, you asked me to beat someone." He has been scared recently, so he has to confirm in advance.

    There was a little speechlessness in her eyes, "Yes, yes, I asked you to hit me, and I will blame everything if anything happens."

    Xiang Huan snapped his fingers and was about to leave when Wan Yao pulled him back unexpectedly, "Hey¡ª¡ªwait a minute!"

    She fumbled for the veil in her arms in a panic, "Cover your face, just in case."

    All the heroic masks used by heroes to save the beauty are either black or plain, but suddenly they can only use embroidered handkerchiefs, and his murderous look is inexplicably set off a little fresh.

    Just as Xiang Huan took two steps forward, he suddenly got a scheming idea and fell back again, taking the opportunity to start slaughtering, "Save once and keep for a month."

    "Okay, okay, stay here." Wan Yao pushed him brokenly, "Go!"

    I haven't beaten anyone in half a year, and it's rare to have sex. I still "beat someone according to the order", so I don't have to worry about it. He had a good time beating this time to stretch his muscles and bones. Finally, he carried the girl on his shoulder and came out of the alley.

    Wan Yao was terrified when he heard it outside, "You didn't silence them, did you"

    "No, if it can be resolved peacefully, I usually don't see blood."

    *

    After the water in the kitchen was boiled, Wan Yao entered the room with a copper basin. The little girl sat on the bed with a bruised nose and a swollen face, her eyes looked very dull.

    She put the hot water aside.

    "Would you like something to eat? Or do you want to sleep first?"

    On the opposite side, a pair of watery eyes looked at her dully, her voice seemed to be very hoarse, and it took a long time before she managed to stumbling out the word "thank you".

    "I saved you because I thought those guards were too deceitful. But it's your fault for deliberately poisoning."

    Wan Yao sat down on the side of the bed seriously, "Why did you put aconite in Miss Peng's soup?"

    As far as she knows, all prisoners of war are generally timid and timid, because as long as they resist, even if they are beaten to death by their masters, the government will not care.

    The little girl lowered her head and didn't speak for a while.

    "I can't keep you." Wan Yao stood up, "When you get better, I will send you back."

    She was suddenly grabbed by her wrist, and when she lowered her head, it was the other party's terrified eyes.

    "¡­¡­don't want¡­¡­"

    She swallowed, and managed to say a complete sentence, "I didn't meanto harm her, I justto save my sister." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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