Feng Wuxin didn't know that the number one person he was just talking nonsense actually existed, and the name of this person seemed to be quite famous.

Looking at Mr. Qi's shocked expression, Feng Wuxin felt that it would be better to clarify.

"Old Qi..."

Mr. Qi, you still take it seriously. Donghua Shengjun is just a name she said casually. In fact, her medical skills are all learned by reading books.

Feng Wuxin wanted to explain to Mr. Qi that what he said was nothing more than a joke, but Mr. Qi interrupted her first and faced Feng Wuxin with a very serious expression.

"Go to meet someone with me."

Feng Wuxin couldn't help but say something. Old Qi ordered Xiao Yaotong to prepare the carriage and pulled Feng Wuxin away from Jishitang.

"Old Qi..."

He spoke again and explained to Mr. Qi. Why did Mr. Qi take such a nagging thing seriously? Don’t you question it?

"Girl, the person you are going to meet later is very noble. Even the royal family must be polite to him. If this person can be cured, you can almost walk sideways in Yan State."

"Walk sideways, don't you have to look at anyone's face?"

Listening to Mr. Qi's words, Feng Wuxin gave up the idea of ​​explaining the misunderstanding.

The main reason why she is restrained everywhere is just one word, weak.

Even though they are very skilled now, they can't stand the large number of enemies and they all have ulterior motives.

I can't tell you when I will be humiliated again, and then the eunuch will never pay attention to her life or death.

Now that he heard Mr. Qi say this, a smile appeared in Feng Wuxin's deep phoenix eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as the other party is not an essential problem, even if one foot steps into the Hall of Hell, I will pull this person back."

Feng Wuxin patted his chest and promised.

In fact, does Mr. Qi really believe that Feng Wuxin is a disciple of Donghua Shengjun? The answer is obviously no.

Looking at the famous doctors from all over the country, they are helpless against the Gu family’s princes. As the limited time is approaching, they will die if they do not find a reasonable treatment.

When you meet Feng Wuxin, you can be considered a dead horse and take a try.

Feng Wuxin didn't know what Mr. Qi was thinking. The carriage walked in the heavy snow for more than an hour and then stopped in front of a mansion in the west of the city.

I have to say that the houses of rich families are so luxurious. Even the stone lion at the door can be sold at the 21st century black market auction, not to mention that other objects in the luxury house are even more expensive.

In the wind and snow, Feng Wuxin followed Mr. Qi with an umbrella and walked across the stone bridge. Inadvertently, he glanced at the man standing on the stone bridge.

The cold wind blew, stirring up the man's ink falling snow. In a holy world, the man appeared in Feng Wuxin's sight like a god outside the nine heavens.

Everyone loves beautiful things, and so does she.

The handsome man in a long crow-colored gown was standing in the middle of the stone bridge, his gentle eyes as gentle as jade but not as fireworks as the world, as quiet and peaceful as if the whole world was not in his eyes.

It just made Feng Wuxin a little puzzled. Is such a cold handsome man wearing a summer gown, beautiful and frozen?

"I have seen the young master."

Mr. Qi's attitude was a little humble and saluted to the man. The handsome man seemed to have not seen the existence of Mr. Qi and Feng Wuxin. His eyes were calm and he still looked into the distance.

At this time, the guard standing behind the handsome man with a mask on his face walked forward, looking at the two of them through the cold mask, and said coldly.

"Old Qi should know that you don't have much time left."

"I will naturally understand. Today I will bring my friend to see the young master."

The masked guard glanced at Feng Wuxin behind Old Qi, and the fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"When will a nine thousand-year-old woman know medical skills?"

The guards' words were filled with strong contempt, and their tone was no different from those of the world. They all thought that Feng Wuxin was the dirtiest garbage in the world and had no right to appear in the mansion or in front of their son.

"I understand my friend's medical skills, otherwise I would not have brought my friend to treat the young master. I also hope that the guard will give me this opportunity."

Mr. Qi is also a shopkeeper of Jishitang, the capital of Yan State. He has a high medical skills and a good reputation. He also gives some herbs to treat the poor on weekdays.

Logically speaking, Mr. Qi has a great reputation in the capital of Yan State. Even the children of the official family must speak politely when they see Mr. Qi. Now the guard of the Gu family is rude and arrogant, which is very disgusting.

Feng Wuxin carefully searched for the memories in his mind, but had no impression of the word Gu family.

After a while, the guard supported the handsome man back to the room, and invisibly acquiesced to Mr. Qi's words.

"Girl, you must do your best later, and my life will be on you."

"Old Qi... Your move is really clever."

Feng Wuxin stretched out his thumbs to Mr. Qi, and Mr. Qi smiled awkwardly.

But since you have come, you might as well see what the handsome man has.

If you take it well, you will have a backer. If you don’t look well, no one will dare to act rashly as the wife of the Nine Thousand Years Mansion.

In the room, incense was burning around, and the handsome man sat on a chair and stretched out his hand to let Feng Wuxin take the pulse.

From the beginning of entering the room, Feng Wuxin carefully observed everything, put down his fingers that were diagnosing the handsome man's pulse, and had a preliminary judgment in his heart.

"How about it?"

Mr. Qi couldn't wait to ask Feng Wuxin's diagnosis result.

Is there a way to cure it?

"It's strange to say that the noble young master is sick. It looks like a poison, not a poison, not a poison, not a poison, not a poison, and it is very troublesome to treat it."

The handsome man's condition is very harsh.

It can be said that it is equivalent to a terminal illness. With the accumulated medicine in the body, this person has basically no difference except that he breathes more than the vegetatives, and can eat, drink and think.

No wonder she saw the handsome man at first sight and felt that there was a kind of holiness in his eyes that was not contaminated with the world. It turned out that it was because the eyes could not see, the mouth could not speak, and the ear could not be heard.

Alas, what a pity.

Such a handsome skin wasted in vain.

It's strange to say that since he became Feng Wuxin, he met a good-looking man, all of them are the most amazing guys. God seems to be joking with her again.

Mo Yi's handsome man and gods are angry, but unfortunately he has no chickens and is a eunuch.

Yan Yunheng is also the best among handsome guys.

The same is true for the handsome man in front of him, but he is no different from a puppet. Look at the handsome face, he can pinch water. It's so pitiful!

"It can be cured, but it cannot be cured."

The mask guard did not talk nonsense with Feng Wuxin, and asked the result with a cold and straightforward expression.

Old Qi also stared at Feng Wuxin tightly, his palms sweating.
Chapter completed!