"Fortunately, I used to come to Miaochun Hall, so I prepared a few clothes here." Qin Qiushui picked out a few sets and said in a bit embarrassingly: "If you don't fit your stature, just put it in a while."

Ling Yue pinched a corner of the soft fabric, but sighed again: "I just don't know if we can change clothes suddenly like this..."

Qin Qiushui tightened Ling Yue's hands and comforted her: "If you are the sister, please give her a piece of clothes. Is there any doubt they have?"

In this way, Ling Yue's knot was untied, but she asked with some uncertainty: "Sister Qiu Shui, can you go back with me?"

If such a thing happened, no matter how strong and calm she pretended to be, it would be enough to leave an indelible shadow in her heart.

What's more, she is more sensitive than others.

Qin Qiushui would definitely not refuse such a request. She smiled with her eyebrows and eyes: "My family is the youngest, and my only sister is married long ago, and she is worried about not having a younger sister."

"Little sister?" Ling Yue was a little flattered. Her sister was indeed someone else's younger sister, but she was really not satisfied with her former younger sister.

Looking at Qin Qiushui's sincere and earnest gaze, Ling Yue felt warm in her heart: "Can I ask why?"

For her, the side by the stream was the first official meeting between the two. If time goes forward, they are pure individuals who have no intersection in the vast sea of ​​people.

To put it bluntly, it is probably the word "fate" that can be summarized in a rough way.

"Miss Qin, that..." Zhao Han, who suddenly broke into the conversation between the two, seemed at a loss and stood there, not knowing whether he should continue talking.

Qin Qiushui had already understood: "Zhiqiu suffered a serious injury and was also overly frightened. Go and find Dr. Hua in the hall to take a look at him."

"But..." Zhao Han wanted to speak but stopped, looking a little reluctant.

"When Zhiqiu wakes up, we will go back." Ling Yue stood up, looked at Zhao Han who was standing aside, and shook her hand: "I won't bother you."

Qin Qiushui poked her forehead and smiled and said, "He didn't mean that."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Han and took out his master's identity and tone and ordered: "Tell Doctor Hua that he will be cured even if he doesn't treat this patient."

"Yes." Zhao Han showed a sly smile, which obviously did not belong to his usual honest and well-behaved characteristics.

Ling Yue saw it and tried hard to hold her lips and laugh, and followed the topic just now: "Why did Sister Qiu Shui recognize me as her little sister?"

I don’t know why, but this time the answer is particularly important to Ling Yue.

She really wanted to know whether Qin Qiushui wanted to make up for the regret of not having sisters around her, or was there another reason?

It seemed that all her thoughts were written on her face, and Qin Qiushui could see through it at a glance: "Little sister means relatives. Can relatives replace each other in Yue'er's definition?"

He subconsciously shook his head decisively: "No, of course not."

"Since that's the case, are there any questions?" Qin Qiushui asked, lifting Ling Yue's sleeves and carefully checking her injuries.

She could see clearly that the sharp dagger really pierced into the skin of Ru Xue. Fortunately, she was bounced away by some unknown force and finally suffered a disaster.

Even so, Qin Qiushui couldn't rest assured.

Their ancestors started their careers with medical skills, and they paid attention to seeing a doctor, looking, listening, asking and touching. If the symptoms and pain that are ineffective in medicine are still cured, that is nonsense.

Qin Qiushui did not believe that the flesh and blood body that had been hurt by the sharp blade could still be intact.

Ling Yue must have been afraid that she would feel uncomfortable and deliberately concealed it.

However, under the layers of tulle, there was indeed a fair wrist with skin as cream.

Ling Yue pulled her arm back, not knowing how to explain it.

To be honest, I'm afraid I'll treat her as a lunatic, especially after having such a ridiculous thing that was rare in a century.

It is Qin Qiushui who is willing to give her all the trust, so doing this will be of no use except creating unreasonable panic.

"The jade has a hard texture. Perhaps the masked man happened to be chopping it on it at that time." Ling Yue continued to panic.

Qin Qiushui naturally didn't believe it very much, but after all, seeing it with his own eyes is true, and Ling Yue's arm is the best proof.

However, maybe I suffered internal injuries.

Qin Qiushui gently pinched Ling Yue's shoulders: "Where is Doctor Hua in Miaochun Hall, who has been practicing medicine for many years, knows all kinds of diseases. Let him show you later?"

Ling Yue frowned slightly. Seeing the doctor's affairs, she always avoided him.

It’s not that she is afraid of doctors. She is a healthy person, naturally not afraid of doctors’ scrutiny. The key is that she is solemn and tense atmosphere, and she can be scared by them even if she is not sick.

Thinking about this, she spoke up and wanted to refuse, but said this: "Although the genius has a big temper, his ability is nothing."

I really want to pull the troubled Funing out of my body, so why do I make decisions for myself again and again?

But Ling Yue can't do anything except sit there and sulk. After all, she must be beaten, and she is the only one who suffers pain.

This is agreed.

Qin Qiushui was overjoyed and quickly walked into the inner hall where the clinic was being treated, and said through the curtain: "Doctor Hua, there is someone outside who needs your old diagnosis and treatment."

There was nothing to say inside for a while, until Qin Qiushui turned around and left the curtain again, a lazy voice came slowly from there: "Huajun has limited energy, only one person a day."

"Sister Qiu Shui..." This time it was Ling Yue's turn to be overjoyed. Dr. Hua did not want to see the doctor, but instead met her wish: "Doctor Hua has been working hard for a day, and I feel embarrassed to force him. Why not forget it."

Then how can I forget it? Qin Qiushui interrupted Ling Yue: "Don't worry about him, he will naturally treat you at that time."

The process of waiting for Hua Jun really means visiting three times. A person's talent has not yet been revealed, but his status is full of strength.

Just as he was sad, Zhao Han rushed out with a happy look on his face: "The one inside is awake."

Ling Yue stood up with one hand on the edge of the table and suddenly said, "Did Zhiqiu wake up?"

Forgot that she was injured herself, the move of getting up became violent again, and her eyes were blurred for a moment.

Fortunately, Qin Qiushui always protected Ling Yue, so he would not stagger.

"Girl!" Zhiqiu had already lifted the gauze curtain and cried so hard that the pear blossoms were filled with rain: "I thought something happened to you!"

Zhiqiu touched Ling Yue up and down, and then his girl was indeed safe and sound: "It's good if it's okay, it's good if it's okay."

Ling Yue was stunned. Everyone said, "True love is seen in times of adversity." Today's experience was a real experience.

Zhiqiu's first thing to wake up was neither crying about her own suffering nor helping to complain, but first caring about whether she was safe.

With this heart alone, Ling Yue was moved enough to tears. But at the same time, her heart was stabbed into many small holes.

"See the big one from the small. That maid named Xia Sang should not stay in front of you." Even outsider Qin Qiushui could hit it.
Chapter completed!