Author: Wen Jiutao

I looked at the people in the room, and he looked at me, not knowing what to do.

Finally, a manager stood up, and he said as if he had been greatly insulted, "Come on, tie that monster up."

A few shirtless men came to the room instantly. They knew how to understand some fists and feet at a glance. At least they were not the ordinary servants just now.

They not only hold sticks, but also hold iron chains in their legs. The general binding is nothing more than a rope, but it seems that the wrong one is different.

The iron chains they brought were full of bitterness and grudges.

Just as they rushed in and planned to tie Jiuli up.

Mr. Fan's legs suddenly trembled. Zhenzhen, who had sharp eyes, had just been looking at Jiuli worriedly, staring at Mr. Fan lying on the couch. At this time, Mr. Fan's legs moved, and she was the first to discover it.

Then he shouted, "Let's see, grandpa's legs moved."

Everyone looked up and stared at Mr. Fan.

The warriors who were planning to tie up Jiuli just now stood there as if they were fixed in the air, and they didn't know whether to move forward or backward.

Everyone's eyes were on the old man's side.

I saw the old man's legs move again.

Someone in the room reveled and said, "The old man has really woken up."

Jiuli walked there, without seeing them at all, and let them do various movements and expressions in Didong. She slowly took the needle where he was.

That time, Mr. Feng's legs moved more and more frequently.

Zhenzhen happily climbed to the edge of the bed, gently touched the old man's legs, and said slowly, "Grandpa? Grandpa? Grandpa? I'm awake?"

Mr. Fan's leg touched another hole. When he touched Zhenzhen's fingertips, he actually heard Zhenzhen's words. Zhenzhen cried and turned around and said, "Grandpa is awake, grandpa has heard what he said."

Those people didn't care about anything else and crawled towards Mr. Fan's bed, calling Mr. Fan in surprise.

The manager just now glared at the warriors at a certain time, and they sneaked out with understanding.

Jiuli took out all the silver needles that Mr. Fan was in, then stood up, carried his backpack and walked outside.

Those who were kneeling in front of the bed did not get up, but knelt on the ground, hugged Jiuli in groups, and choked, "Thank you, Miss Miracle Doctor, I didn't know what they were good just now."

"I can't stop it!"

After they said that, they began to kowtow on the ground, "Gudong" and "Gudong". Jiuli waved their legs wrongly and said, "Forget it, he can't make money, just calculate the medical fee."

After saying that, she walked out with great strides.

The eldest lady of the Fan family still ran out, and while running, Han Xuan said, "Miss Ruan? Miss Ruan? Miss Ruan?" Now she also knows what she calls Jiuli.

Jiuli stopped and turned to look at her.

"Miss Ruan, how do their old man needs care? What medicine should he take?" Mrs. Ruan asked devoutly.

Jiuli smiled slightly and said, "He would stay there for those three days, come here every day to give him an acupuncture on time. As for the medicine?" Jiuli put the basket east and took out a few boxes of medicine from it, respectively, cyclohexadine tablets, snake gall tangerine peel oral liquid, and suffocating the pant. Those Western medicines are not available in their society.

Jiuli asked to use those very powerful medicines when treating patients with severe symptoms, and the prescriptions of Chinese medicine are not usually prescribed.

He handed it to the eldest lady of the Fan family and said, "Three times a day, three pills once. Three days later, he will check the situation, give us the prescription and get the medicine by himself."
Chapter completed!