Chapter 63

A few days ago, the family was still urging him to get married, and they arranged several well-matched ladies to buy rouge and powder in the Rong's shop, and asked him which one he liked?

Rong Xiu was so forced that he had no choice but to spit out a sentence: "I have someone I like, but she is still young, wait until she is old in two years."

When the family asked again, he refused to let go, and his parents thought it was his evasive words.

Somehow, this matter reached the ears of his elder sister Rong Yue. Rong Yue was still in confinement. After confiding her heart, she asked him who the girl he was looking for was?

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, he simply confessed, "It's the little fairy doctor who delivered your baby last time, but she looks young and not tall enough, I want to wait and see."

Rong Yue pondered for a moment: "You said that she lives in the Young Marshal's Mansion and is the family doctor in the Young Marshal's Mansion. She must be from a poor family background, but that child is talented and has amazing medical skills at a young age. She looks calm and calm. When she grows up, she must be a rare and good mistress."

Rong Yue smiled gently, reached out and tapped Rong Xiu's forehead and said: "When you get married, I will take care of your frizzy temperament, since you are interested, it is better to settle it early, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Although people of the generation of parents like to look at their family background, the two old people are still reasonable and will not disagree.

When I am confinement, I will go to the Young Marshal's Mansion to propose marriage for you, and I will settle this marriage as soon as possible, and when she is old enough, I can arrange the marriage. "

Now that she suddenly heard that she had already reached the age of sixteen, Rong Xiu's heart immediately blossomed with joy.

As long as my sister is confinement, she can bring her parents to the Marshal's Mansion to propose a marriage. If the time is short, she can marry her back at the end of the year.

Relying on the friendship between the Young Marshal's Mansion and the Rong family, if he asks to marry the family doctor of the Young Marshal's Mansion, the Young Marshal will definitely go along with the flow and marry her to him, Rong Xiu thought happily.

Although I haven't seen her real face, a girl with such beautiful eyes shouldn't be too ugly.

Rong Xiu stared at Chu Yunyao's side face wearing a veil, his eyes warmed up, and his tenderness was full of affection, as if he was looking at his daughter-in-law who had just entered the door.

Chu Yunyao focused on the patient's pulse and was unaware of everything around her.

After a long time, she let go, and looked at the man's eyes and tongue coating, "Have you been suffering from this disease for more than half a year? It was obviously a fever caused by internal heat, but it was misdiagnosed as a cold by a quack doctor.

It not only delays the treatment time, but also aggravates the symptoms and leads to complications. "

Zhang Bo nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, this disease occurred last winter, and the doctor said it was caused by a cold, and the evil wind invaded the body. After taking medicine for more than a month, it didn't improve, but it got worse.

Little Immortal Doctor, now that it has been dragged to this point, can it still be cured? "

Chu Yunyao nodded lightly: "It can be cured. If it takes another month, it will be troublesome to develop tuberculosis. It's fine now, but it's just lung fever. I'll prescribe a few medicines, decoct them, and you'll be fine in a week. "

Wen Tingyun heard that, and was about to thank Chu Yunyao, but saw Chu Yunyao lifted the quilt that was on him.

He only wore a white shirt and trousers. Based on the principle that men and women should not kiss each other, he instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that his legs couldn't be controlled at all.

Wen Tingyun turned pale with shock, "Little doctor, what are you doing?"

"Look at your legs. The doctor has no gender in his eyes. Don't be too nervous." Chu Yunyao's expression was calm and unwavering, and she couldn't see the shyness that a girl should have.

Her soft and slender fingers pressed his cold ankle, moving it up inch by inch, and kept asking him: "Do you feel it?"

Wen Tingyun shook his head: "No."

Chu Yunyao's complexion became serious a little bit, her fingers finally rested on his knees, and she ordered Rongxiu to help him sit up, with her legs hanging down...