Chapter 877

Ji Qingxue and Fan Zheng had a headache the day after they arrived at fan's house.

"It really hurts me!"

Fan Zheng covered his head with both hands and roared in a low voice. He rolled around on the bed, even his eyes were red.

People were so anxious that the housekeeper didn't care about Ji Qingxue's origin, so he quickly asked someone to invite her.

When the housekeeper saw Ji Qingxue coming, it was like seeing the Savior. He hurried to meet him: "you're coming! Go and see our master. He's dying!"

Ji Qingxue saw that fan was wriggling and howling on the bed. He immediately frowned and went directly to seal his pain with a silver needle.

After feeling no pain, Fan Zheng also calmed down slowly. Ji Qingxue kept pressing his hands on Fan Zheng's head. In this case, nangongyan was a little unhappy.

Nangong Yan kept saying to himself, calm down. Ah Xue is treating a disease, just a disease.

... no, it's totally out of control!

Nangong Yan took a deep breath and turned out of the door. He was afraid to stay any longer. He would rush up and directly break Fan Zheng's neck and send him to the West.

Fan Zheng on the bed had been blocked from pain, but when Ji Qingxue's fingers pressed to the left side of his head, Fan Zheng frowned slightly.

In the case of sealed acupoints, he actually felt pain!

After a while, Ji Qingxue took back her hand and said to Rong Sheng, "come and give him another pulse!"

Rong Sheng blinked: "what's the matter? Is there anything strange about his pulse?"

Ji Qingxue didn't answer, but nodded with a dignified look.

Rong Sheng came forward and gave Fan Zheng a pulse. Then he checked his eyes. He felt strange in his heart.

Originally, he was evil and cold, but his white eyes were red, more like being poisoned by fire.

Ji Qingxue Nuo chin, "you press the left side of his head again."

Rong Sheng pressed the button according to his words. Fan Zheng was just like just now, but the reaction was more intense this time. He even shouted the word pain directly.

Rongsheng turned back and looked at Ji Qingxue. Both of them frowned. It seems that Fan Zheng's disease is not a general problem.

The housekeeper looked at their eye contact, so he hurriedly asked, "two miracle doctors, how is my master?"

"Has he ever been badly hurt in the head?"

The housekeeper shook his head and his face was still a little confused. He didn't know why Ji Qingxue asked.

Ji Qingxue then asked, "in addition to headache, does your master often have palpitations, nausea and long-term nightmares. At the most serious time, his eyes will be temporarily unable to see things."

When the housekeeper heard this, the girl is really a miracle doctor. What she said is also good.

The symptoms mentioned above were tolerable, but then he couldn't see anything with his eyes. Now the master really began to panic.

Fan Zheng looked at all the imperial doctors in the palace and was at a loss. Finally, he was forced to be desperate, so he posted the reward list.

"Miracle doctor, do you have a way to save our master?"

Ji Qingxue was about to speak, and Rong Sheng answered first: "there is salvation, of course there is salvation!"

Ji Qingxue stared at him quietly. Rongsheng pretended not to see it. Being stared at by her, Rongsheng was afraid that she would say something she shouldn't say.

The housekeeper was relieved when he heard Rong Sheng saying that he could be saved. After all, after what had just happened, he completely believed Ji Qingxue and Rong Sheng.

Ji Qingxue frowned and asked, "why did you stop me just now?"

Rong Sheng looked at her helplessly: "little master, don't forget what we're here for. If you tell him at this time that we can't save this man, we'll have to be driven out."

Ji Qingxue gave a bang and knocked on his head: "you really think I'm stupid!"

Rong Sheng looked wronged: "I'm just in case."

Ji Qingxue looked at Fan Zheng on the bed and sighed heavily: "his disease can't be cured. It's hard for him to bear it for so long."

After the diagnosis and treatment just now, Ji Qingxue can basically conclude that Fan Zheng's disease is not general head fever, and there are obvious hard protrusions on the left side of his head. Excluding the possibility that he had been hit hard on the head, there was only one reason. Fan Zheng had something in his brain.

In addition, he often has headaches and intermittent inability to see things. It is said that the thing with long brain has pressed his nerves and affected his vision.

Not to mention that he is now terminally ill. Even if he can be saved, there are no conditions for rescue.

Rong Sheng saw Ji Qingxue's thoughtful face and asked, "what do you think?"

Ji Qingxue touched his chin: "I was wondering whether to open a skull for him."

Rong Sheng: "

Craniotomy? What dream talk!

Rongsheng's eyes changed when he looked at Ji Qingxue: "little master, don't make such a scary joke with me, OK?"

"Alas." Ji Qingxue shook his head helplessly, "the conditions are not allowed."

Even if she can successfully open the ladle for him, she can't restore it to him.

However, you can rest assured that Fan Zheng will not live long.

When the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, the big tree Fan Zheng fell, and the rest of the fan family couldn't lift any big winds and waves.

Now all she and Rongsheng can do is prescribe some medicine to reduce his pain as much as possible so that he can die more comfortably.

Just out of the door, he saw Nangong Yan holding his chest with both hands, leaning diagonally against the column, with a calm face: "is the treatment over?"

"Well." Ji Qingxue approached him, "I'm afraid Fan Zheng has done too many bad things."

That's why he got this disease. It's his retribution.

Nangong Yan stared at her face. Ji Qingxue raised her hand and touched her cheek: "how do you look at me like this? What's dirty on my face?"

Nangong Yan grabbed her hand and walked to his house without saying a word.

In the house, nangongyan has prepared water, and the basin is also covered with petals. Ji Qingxue is inexplicable: "what are you doing?"

Nangong Yan put her hands into the water, and then lowered her head to help her wash her hands.

Ji Qingxue was stunned. Which one did he sing?

But nangongyan looked very serious. He scrubbed one by one and was meticulous. He didn't even let go of his nails.

After a while, Nangong Yan finally stopped and took the nearby handkerchief to wipe the drops of water on her hand.

"Are you unhappy?" Ji Qingxue keenly noticed his abnormal mood.

Nangong Yan raised his head and bumped into her apricot eyes. He looked at each other for a long time. He tightened his lips and whispered, "if only you had me."