Chapter 128

That day, the conversation between Ye Xiyue and Xiao lie was finally unconscious because Han Zhizhi vomited blood. Han Zhiruo hurried to find it and didn't finish the conversation.

Han Zhizhi has been a medicine jar since childhood. He has eaten too many drugs. His body has resistance to many drugs, and his rejection of some drugs is particularly serious.

If it is in modern times, directly draw a few tubes of his blood and make a good analysis and research, we can sort out which direction his resistant drugs are concentrated, and what are the rejection and allergens.

But this is not ancient. Without those advanced instruments, ye Xiyue couldn't include many problems when she wrote the prescription.

The long needle in her hand directly pierced Han Zhizhi's chest. His chest was full of all kinds of needles of different lengths, as many as a dozen.

After the last stitch, ye Xiyue took her sleeve and wiped her sweating forehead. She took another look at Han Zhizhi's white face.

With a calm face, she grabbed his hand, took a pulse for a while, frowned high, but pursed her lips and said nothing.

During this period, Han Zhizhi looked at her with his eyes open. His eyebrows and eyes were very warm. He couldn't see his worry or anxiety about his illness.

Those eyes, which were as warm as water, looked very quiet, and their eyes were full of undisguised trust.

Ye Xiyue hooked her lips and sneered, "villa leader Han, you vomited blood the day before yesterday, and you can't move your hands and feet this morning. Now you can only lie in bed like this. It's difficult to get up. Don't you doubt my medical skills at all?"

The old lady of the prime minister's house had a reputation of being silly. Even before she fell into the lake and became silly, she never heard about her medical skills.

Xiao lie is excusable for trusting her. After all, he was no different from a vegetable at that time. If she hadn't detoxified him, I'm afraid he would still be lying in bed like a living dead man.

But what about Han Zhizhi? Why did he trust her so much?!

Han Zhizhi's suspicious eyes towards Shangye Xiyue seemed to want to laugh, but he was very weak at this time. Even if it was just an action that affected the corners of his mouth, he had to give up in the end.

"Since madam can cure brother Xiao, you don't need to doubt your medical skills. Even if madam doesn't treat Han, Han won't last long. If a dead horse is treated as a live horse, at least one more chance, don't you?"

"Oh, you are open-minded!"

Ye Xiyue took a deep look at Han Zhizhi. She could be so open-minded at the moment of her life and death. This person really impressed her.

When they were talking, there was a steady sound of footsteps at the door. She didn't have to look back to know who was coming.

"Brother Xiao."

Han Zhizhi, with a pale face, said hello first.

Xiao lie's reaction was faint. He just nodded slightly and didn't ask much. His sight naturally fell on Ye Xiyue sitting by the bed.

He looked at her slightly thin clothes and frowned, "it's very cold today."

With his voice, a cloak with his residual temperature fell, covering Ye Xiyue.

The crisp breath that came to my face belonged to the man behind me. Wearing his cloak, I felt warm and familiar, as if the whole person was held in his arms.