Qin Yawei imagined what a miracle doctor should look like several times.
He must be otherworldly, like a worldly master who is not stained by dust.
Since he is a miracle doctor, he must be quite old.
But it seems that no one has ever heard of a descendant of the miracle doctor.
In this case, as the only girl from a medical family, after her injuries are cured.
If she were the legitimate daughter of the Huo family, she would be named the miracle doctor.
Becoming the other party's closed disciple has never been considered as dishonoring the reputation of a miracle doctor.
At that time, it doesn’t matter what Jiang Nuantang’s medical skills are, or whether she is the savior of the old man of the Shao family?
Not all of them are beings who can't keep up with her and carry her shoes.
Qin Yawei was lying on the bed, having a sweet dream while sitting and trampling Jiang Nuantang under her feet.
Until Huo Yelin, wearing a black robe and black hat wrapped around her body, an indistinguishable male and female figure walked in and introduced to her:
"Xiaoya, this is the miracle doctor your grandma invited for you."
Xu thought of his daughter's injury and had hope of healing.
Huo Yelin's usually gentle and smooth voice made him jump for joy.
Qin Yawei did not immediately pick up what he said.
I stared at the other person's appearance in confusion for a few seconds before I recovered from my sweet dream.
But he still couldn't restrain his inner surprise.
If she hadn't been unable to move, she would have sat up directly from the bed.
But the surprise was only for a moment.
Compared with being able to trample Jiang Nuantang under your feet, you don't have to lie like a waste and lie on the bed unable to move.
Don't tell me that the other person is wrapped in a black robe and black hat, even if he is holding a sickle.
It is truly the incarnation of death.
Qin Yawei is willing to serve him tea and water and serve as a slave.
As long as the other party can cure her injuries, she will be accepted as a closed disciple.
No matter what kind of suffering she endures!
Qin Yawei secretly made up her mind and looked at the man in black robe with a more eager look.
But only in the blink of an eye.
She quickly concealed her true thoughts.
Looking at the man in black robe, his eyes were full of admiration:
"Is this the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang?"
After all, I lay in bed for more than half a month.
Except for Mrs. Huo who occasionally came to visit her, and Huo Yelin.
Qin Yawei didn't have many opportunities to talk to people.
The servants serving below were even told that Qin Yawei needed to rest.
He was always served with great care and gentleness, not daring to disturb him.
In addition, Qin Yawei did not want to talk to them and lowered her status.
When he spoke again, his voice was dry and hoarse, and his breath was extremely weak.
Paired with that charming face, it makes people feel pity for nothing.
Qin Yawei is very aware of her own advantages and knows how to use them.
He didn't care that his voice was hoarse. Before the other party could speak, he said apologetically:
"Forgive me for being like this. I can't get up to greet the miracle doctor. I hope the miracle doctor will forgive me."
Qin Yawei's etiquette is in place.
She really looks like a lady.
pity--
Her carefulness was destined to hit a wall.
After all, the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang standing in front of him is not someone else.
It was Jiang Nuantang who had single-handedly contributed to her current situation.
I don’t know what Qin Yawei’s expression would be like if she knew the truth.
I think it should be very exciting.
Jiang Nuantang thought so, but he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
He covered his waistcoat, lowered his bass line suspiciously, and replied in an indistinguishable way:
"Won't."
These two words, concise and concise, carry a sense of alienation and indifference.
Qin Yawei was not shocked by this attitude.
In her opinion, a miracle doctor should have such a temper.
So soon she smiled again and humbly asked:
"In this case, my injury will require the miraculous doctor to do his best. I hope the miraculous doctor will do his best."
Facing the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang who might be able to get him back on his feet.
Qin Yawei has a natural smile and looks kind and harmless.
However, the miracle doctor didn't even change his attitude.
The voice is still cold:
"Miss Huo, since I have agreed, I will spare no effort."
Jiang Nuantang called the other party Miss Huo.
Quan Dang doesn’t know the other party’s identity.
Qin Yawei also doesn't want anyone to mention her past.
She was happy that the miracle doctor called her that.
Know that no one else is allowed to disturb you when the miracle doctor is diagnosing and treating you.
Seeing that the two of them were almost talking, he said to the miracle doctor:
"Then we'll have to worry about the miracle doctor."
After saying this, Huo Yelin did not stay long and turned to leave the room.
Don't forget to close the door when you leave.
Taking this scene into consideration, Jiang Nuantang raised his eyebrows slightly.
I have to say that Huo Yelin has a certain degree of advance and retreat, and the feeling of getting along with him is really very comfortable.
Admittedly, such goodwill is limited to when he and Qin Yawei are separated and treated as independent individuals.
When Jiang Nuantang's eyes fell on Qin Yawei, his attitude did not soften just because she was the daughter of Movie Emperor Huo.
She pursed her lips lightly and said coldly and indifferently as before:
"Then let's get started!"
When meeting the other party, don’t talk too much and go straight to the topic.
Qin Yawei looked at her more highly, and all the dissatisfaction that had arisen due to the successive cold treatment by the miracle doctor faded away.
Blinking, he responded:
"good."
Qin Yawei's voice was eager to try, a bit impatient.
The miracle doctor did not immediately diagnose and treat her, but reminded her meaningfully:
"There may be a little pain next. If Miss Huo wants to recover completely, she still needs to be patient."
Jiang Nuantang vaccinated her in advance.
What he said was profound.
However, Qin Yawei didn't listen to everything. All her attention was on the sentence in the middle, "Recovered completely."
I had given up hope and thought that even if I was cured, I would only be able to walk on the ground again.
Directly ignoring the equally important content of the two sentences before and after.
He responded without thinking:
"Don't worry, miracle doctor, I can still bear this little pain."
Qin Yawei deserved to be straightforward and didn't care about the miracle doctor's warning in advance.
Too.
As long as I can return to my former self, able to run and jump.
A little pain is nothing.
She can bear it!
Qin Yawei thought simply.
But she forgot that if it was as easy as she thought, the other party would deliberately remind her what to do.
Jiang Nuantang was extremely benevolent and did not say any more words.
Nodding, he took out the acupuncture box, opened it, and took out the silver needle inside.
The tip of the needle shone with cold light, and its sharp edges were exposed, shining brightly against the backdrop of the sun.
Just like when Jiang Nuantang stabbed her that night.
Although she woke up, Qin Yawei deliberately forgot and did not think about it.
But there is some pain and fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.
For Qin Yawei, whether it was that night when she failed to find trouble and was poisoned by Jiang Nuantang, her tendons were severed, or whether she was stabbed with an needle and thrown off a cliff.
These are all lingering hazes in her life.
The silver needle that she saw now was as long as in her memory, which undoubtedly aroused the fear hidden in her heart.
Especially the way the opponent is approaching step by step with a silver needle.
In a daze, it overlapped with the scene in her memory.