After sealing several large acupoints in succession, Qin Muxiu finally stopped vomiting blood.

The ghost doctor took out a ginseng that was as thick as a child's arm from somewhere, "Go, cut it down a few slices, stew a pot of water, and drink it."

Zhao Jiner has been studying medicine for so long and has never seen such thick ginseng in the book, so she was really shocked.

"How could there be such a thick ginseng?"

"I don't have any knowledge. Fifty years ago, there are more than this one, but it's rare now."

Zhao Jiner really wanted to ask about the origin of the ginseng, but she didn't dare to delay her husband, so she went to stew it first.

The ginseng water was stewed, but when I brought it back, I saw Wen Song also in the house.

I only heard from the ghost doctor, "Although his lung disease has been tangled for more than ten years, it is not a terminal illness. Jin Yatou has been properly conditioned and has been cured most of it. Today, she is only skin trauma. How could he vomit blood all the time?"

Wen Song sighed, "His heart attack."

"When Miss Wen's attack, didn't she just have nightmares? Why did she vomit blood? Also, didn't you say that without external stimulation, it wouldn't happen?"

"Nightmare entanglement is just one of the symptoms of heart evil. Different individuals will cause different situations." After that, Wen Song asked a very technical question, "How do you know that he does not have external stimulation?"

The ghost doctor frowned and asked Song a very reasonable thing.

Did they know whether this kid was stimulated by some external force?

Wen Chanjuan was tortured like that before, but now her grandson-in-law has suffered the same disease.

If this kid had a big or small thing, what would he do to his granddaughter?

Seeing that the two old boys were frowning, the bowl in Zhao Jiner almost fell to the ground.

"Is my husband very bad?"

The ghost doctor looked up and saw Zhao Jiner with tears on his face. He quickly kicked Wen Song secretly and told him not to talk nonsense.

As the saying goes, old age becomes a spirit. If you ask where you can’t understand, shut up quickly.

Zhao Jiner was not stupid, so naturally she could see that the two old men didn't say much to her.

Immediately cried, "What's wrong with my husband? Why don't you tell me what's wrong? I know the truth and can find a way to save him. You treat me as a fool and say nothing. If my husband has a few shortcomings, I, I, I will not live anymore!"

The ghost doctor has sent a white-haired man once, so how could he bear it? Zhao Jiner said this.

"You dare! It's just a demon. Miss Wen was tortured to the point of being so bad. She was pulled back from the gate of hell by us. I'll ask you Grandpa Song is here, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Jin'er's heart became colder and colder, even colder than when she first got married, thinking that Qin Muxiu would not live until the New Year.

"Grandpa, what do you mean? Did Ashu and Miss Wen have the same disease?" She quickly realized, "Did you go to treat Miss Wen during the Chinese New Year?"

The ghost doctor was like an old dog who did something wrong, coughing twice awkwardly.

Zhao Jiner knew that she was right. Thinking of Miss Wen's temperament changing drastically after she got sick, she even imprisoned herself. She couldn't help but sweat behind her back. She asked fearfully, "Why are you telling us too?"

Looking at the granddaughter's solemn expression, the ghost doctor who had always been unruly did not dare to look directly at him.

I just secretly winked at Wen Song.

Wen Songjian couldn't hide and cleared his throat.

He smoothed out, "Girl, Miss Wen is so sick, it's so strange. Your grandfather is just a little itchy. If you record the medical record in the future, will it still benefit you?"

Zhao Jiner was still very angry, "It's just a mess."

The ghost doctor grinned and squeezed out a fake smile, "Why is it just a nonsense? This is not accumulating experience. We have experience in treating Ashu now."

“…”

Zhao Jiner was speechless for a moment and could only stamp her feet, "What's the matter with Asuke now? Miss Wen is just having a nightmare. Why is Asuke vomiting blood all the time? Is he having a nightmare, too?"

"I can't confirm it for the time being. Let's wait until he wakes up first. You can feed him water."

Zhao Jiner almost forgot about this, so she quickly sat down beside the bed, trying to help Qin Muxiu up, but silver needles were inserted into the big holes on his chest and neck. If they were moved, it would be very dangerous.

But if you lie down like this, it will be a trivial matter if you can't feed it in. If you choke, it will be a loss.
Chapter completed!