Chapter 22

Then Jing Zhishen saw the three magic doctors open the small medicine box.

Is this... Going to configure drugs?

I don't know why. The more Jing Zhishen looks at it, the more he feels absurd and even fooled.

Jing Zhishen's face sank quietly and stood not far away quietly watching the scene.

Although the so-called miracle doctor was wearing a wide skirt, he still saw that she was very thin, which more and more convinced that she might be a liar.

Sent by Feng family?

It's not like acting at the airport. Feng Gang knows that he can't do such skilled work.

What's more, this man was famous as early as a few years ago. He should have nothing to do with closing his home.

Which foreign force is interested in Jingjia's industry and wants to take advantage of it?

Or is he really capable, but he doesn't understand?

For a moment, Jingzhi thought deeply.

Jing Zhishen is the son of a famous family. Even if he is not a medical student, he knows that unless it is an experiment, it is impossible to deploy drugs on the spot, not to mention traditional Chinese medicine!

Traditional Chinese medicine with real good effect needs to be boiled.

Although I had guessed, I was afraid of misunderstanding, so I staggered a few steps. Then I saw the so-called miracle doctor take out small porcelain bottles from the medicine box and pour them into the partridge spot lamp, one drop at a time?

Seeing this scene, his face was really cold, and he came to Grandpa's bed quietly.

When Jing Dong turns around with the medicine, he sees Jing Zhishen standing by the bed of old man Jing.

"Come on, who sent you?" Jing Zhishen asked coldly with his hands in his pockets.

Jingdong took a look at his slightly bulging trouser pocket and knew that there was something in it. He was ready to subdue her at any time, but he was not careless because she was a woman.

Jingdong didn't answer or explain. He gently put a medicine on one side of the table, stepped back and said faintly, "your grandpa is in bad condition and will be ill again. Put the medicine here, use it or not, it's up to you."

Jing Zhi frowned deeply. He didn't expect this person to be such a response, which made him hesitate.

Just as he was thinking, the instrument made a strange noise. He hurriedly turned back and saw that master Jing's heart rate began to drop.

"Bad!"

Such a thing happened just the day before yesterday. He didn't know what it meant.

Jing Zhishen immediately rang the bedside bell. Soon, master Jing's exclusive medical team quickly came in through the small door.

The medical team has been on standby around the clock for half a month to deal with this situation.

Along with Mrs. Jing and Zhang Weishan.

Zhang Weishan knew that the king family had invited three magic doctors and had always wanted to see her face. Naturally, it was impossible to miss this opportunity.

Therefore, when I heard the alarm bell of master Jing's critical illness, I couldn't react for a moment.

After Zhang Weishan came in, he saw the silver faced woman standing in the distance, with a long body and a cold and elegant temperament. Her eyes were not surprised.

Just what's going on?

"Grandpa Zhang, help my grandpa!" Jing Zhishen clenched his fists on both sides.

If the three magic doctors are not fake, then what they invite is fake.

He said that it was too easy to invite the miracle doctor.

Zhang Weishan opened his mouth and was called away by several medical staff.

Mr. Jing is in a very bad condition. He is very ill. He can't care about anything else.

Zhang Weishan and the medical staff tried their best to rescue Mr. Jing, but as Zhang Weishan said, it would be difficult to treat him again.

Zhang Weishan sighed and said to old lady Jing and Jing Zhishen, "you should be mentally prepared."