Chapter 1202

Nangong Yan is studying how to find an entry point, so as to pry open master Jin's mouth.

But unexpectedly, master Jin suddenly came to the door.

"Ji Qingxue! Rongsheng!"

Master Jin hurried to come. Rong Sheng picked up an orange and played with it: "Yo, what wind is this today? How did it blow you!"

As soon as Rong Sheng had finished speaking, master Jin fell down on his knees directly to them.

Ji Qingxue, they were all surprised. What happened suddenly?

Rong Sheng asked, "what's the matter? Yes, even if you ask for help, you don't have to do this big gift!"

Master Jin looked up at them: "I heard from the people in the palace that you two are very good at medicine, aren't you?"

"Well." Rong Sheng scratched his head, "it's not clever. In short, it's OK."

Master Jin asked again, "and are you from Yaowang Valley?"

"Yes."

"That's right."

Lord Jin respectfully kowtowed to them: "I know you two are very good at medicine and I have offended you before, but can you please go with me to save a person now? No matter what you want to do, even if you want to kill or cut, I will listen to you."

Master Jin's tone is very serious and sincere. It doesn't seem to be joking.

"Are you talking about the man you saved with crimson beads last time?"

Master Jin nodded: "yes. She is very ill. Can you go and see her with me? Even if I beg you!"

Ji Qingxue glanced at Nangong Yan, who nodded gently.

She said to Jin Zhuo, "take us to see the man first."

When Jin Zhuo heard that she was willing to go to see a doctor, a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "thank you, thank you!"

Jin Zhuo took them to a mansion in the city, where the environment was quiet, but it was a good place to recuperate.

Jin burned into the wing room. On the bed lay a beautiful girl, but her face was a little white and didn't look the slightest blood.

"Wenjun, I'm back."

When the people on the bed woke up, she smiled sweetly when she saw the people beside the bed: "brother Jinjiao, come back!"

Jin Zhuo nodded softly, "well, I'm back. Wenjun, this time I've brought a particularly powerful doctor. They can certainly cure it."

Wen Jun pursed his mouth and said, "brother Jin Jiao, I know my own disease. You don't have to spend so much effort on me."

For so many years, because of Wenjun's illness, they had no fixed place. Lord Jin took her to many places for medical treatment, but the results were not satisfactory.

Jin Zhuo couldn't bear to yell at Wen Jun: "don't be stupid. I told you when I was a child that I would cure you. I'm what I say."

Ji Qingxue came up to Wenjun and said, "Miss Wenjun, I'm Ji Qingxue. I'm here specially to treat you."

Wenjun gently nodded: "then trouble you."

Ji Qingxue's slender fingers gently rested on Wenjun's wrist, and Wenjun's eyes were always on Jinjiao's body.

Jin Zhuo kept comforting her: "it's all right, Wenjun. I told you that although this woman is a little fierce, she has heard that her medical skills are very good. This time, she can certainly cure you."

Ji Qingxue threw it away coldly and asked, "who do you say is fierce?"

This golden burning is itchy without looking for smoking all day, isn't it?

Jin Zhuo quickly waved his hand: "don't be angry, aunt. I mean myself!"

Ji Qingxue took back her hand and looked at the furnishings in the house.

"Get all the flowers out of the house and remove the gauze curtain beside her bed."

After hearing this, Jin Huo did as she said without saying anything, because now he can only believe Ji Qingxue.

Ji Qingxue smiled at Wen Jun and said, "you are weak. Have a good rest first."

Ji Qingxue winked at Jin Shao again and motioned him to go out and talk.

Jin Zhuo gently kissed Wen Jun's forehead: "you have a good rest. I'll be right back."

After leaving the wing room, Jin Zhuo asked anxiously, "what's the matter? Do you have a way to cure her?"

Ji Qingxue didn't answer his question, but turned his eyes to Nangong Yan: "ah Yan, I remember we brought Ningxiang pill when we came out. It should be there."

"Well, it's here. Do you want to use it?" Nangong Yan took out a small porcelain vase from his arms and handed it to Ji Qingxue.

Ji Qingxue gave Jinjiao all the congealing pills in the porcelain bottle: "take two pills three times a day for seven consecutive days."

Jin Zhuo tightly held the medicine in his hand and asked with hope: "is it possible for Wenjun to get better after taking this medicine?"

Ji Qingxue gave him a white eye: "it's not so easy! You really think my medicine is an immortal pill. You can bring the dead back to life by taking it casually?"

Jin Zhuo's eyes were full of loss: "don't you even have a way?"

"Miss Wenjun has been ill for a long time. You must have taken her around in recent years."

Jin Zhuo nodded sadly: "I took Wenjun to look for a famous doctor all over the world, just to cure her. But in the end, it was in vain."

"When I took her pulse, I found that her foundation was almost hollowed out in recent years. Does she often cough, easily wind cold into the body, and cough up blood in severe cases?"

"HMM. she has been in poor health since childhood. She has been ill for several months every time. She has taken a lot of medicine intermittently, but it is only a temporary cure rather than a permanent cure."

Jin Zhuo now looks very different from the king who deserves to be beaten. He has loss and sadness in his eyes, and more is his love for Wenjun.

"It's my fault. Wenjun hasn't cured her for so many years and hasn't let her live in peace."

Jin Zhuo's expression was forbearing and restrained. After taking Wenjun to seek medical treatment for so many years, he survived all the storms and waves.

He knew that if he fell, Wenjun would have no one to take care of him. So he never showed any sadness in front of Wenjun.

But now he seems to be really unable to hold on. He feels a little desperate.

He really didn't want to experience the feeling of despair and helplessness again.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to heal her."

Jin Zhuo forced out a smile: "thank you very much."

After returning, Ji Qingxue told yun'er everything he saw and heard. Everyone sighed after knowing it.

Perhaps they didn't expect that Jin Zhuo was still such a person who valued friendship. For a moment, he was very moved.

But Rong's voice was strange: "he is clearly not such a person. Why do he have to pretend to be so annoying."

If Jinjiao was like this when they first met, how could they have a conflict and wouldn't beat people by themselves.