"I'm sorry." Jingchi Xuemei lowered her head deeply. She could feel Zhu Tong's unhappiness.
Jingchi Xuemei is smart, and she immediately thought: He is not just an ordinary doctor, and he cannot play tricks in front of this person; perhaps the only thing that can impress him is sincerity.
"I asked Mr. Ikeda to give the pair of magic needles to Mr. Huiheji. Although Master Huiheji has some reputation in Kyoto, we know that his medical skills are really ordinary. He just read more medical books and learned a little bit about traditional Chinese medicine. It's okay.
Let me tell you that Huiheji was born in a family of monks, and his father had always maintained a good relationship with the Jingchi family. Unfortunately, Huiheji was the second son, and their family's temple, Qianjing Temple, was inherited by his elder brother; in order to make a living, Huiheji
Ji started to study medical skills."
"Can temples be inherited?" Zhu Tong asked curiously. If this is possible, wouldn't Japanese monks be very...
"In Japan, monks have long been secular and they are in charge of the cemetery. Our family's cemetery has always been in the Qianjing Temple of the Huihe family. Huiheji studied Chinese medicine hard in our family library for ten years and also went to China for further study.
Five years later, after returning, Ikeda Kazuo's father funded him to build Sekiyoji Temple at Tenye Ranch. The cemetery at Asaiji Temple is too crowded, and we also need a new cemetery. Unexpectedly..." Iike Yukimi seemed to
Thinking of something sad, his voice gradually dropped.
Zhu Tong did not persuade her that if any family wants to survive through hardships in the long years, it must have a reason for its existence and a core tradition that must be adhered to; now, Jingchi Xuemei is fighting with the soft shoulders of a girl
Under tremendous pressure, have all the men in their family died?
After a while, Jingchi Xuemei wiped the reddish eye circles, leaned over embarrassedly and said: "I'm sorry, I talked a lot of nonsense. I just mentioned... Oh, Hui Heji asked for the pair of magic needles many times, we
They didn't quite believe him, so the matter kept dragging on; he had an opinion about you mainly because of these magic needles, and he probably didn't have the guts to frame Matsui Shiki. Matsui Shiki had been ill for two years, and it was at this time that he was ill.
It took some time before I had a chance to persuade him to reorganize the family business. It was just too late, and Matsui Shiki no longer had the energy to help me achieve my wish. I thought that maybe Hui Heji was right, and those who can use these magic needles will definitely be able to create
Miracles. From now on, they belong to sir, you can really create miracles. Sir, please help me revive him, please."
Two crystal tears filled Jingchi Xuemei's eyes, but she still tried her best to maintain her dignity and insisted on finishing what she needed to say.
"Okay, I'll try my best." Jingchi Xuemei's words were not very convincing, and it was these two tears that made Zhu Tong compromise.
Although tears are small, they are magical. Zhu Tong has seen all kinds of tears, and his heart has been soaked in coldness; but Jingchi Xuemei's tears have softened that heart. This is a story full of contradictions
The girl, strong and shrewd, is just the coat of the hedgehog.
"Sir, did you agree? Thank you, sir." Jingchi Xuemei didn't seem to believe it. She didn't even bother to wipe her tears, and a smile broke out on her face. Unknowingly, Jingchi Xuemei omitted her last name and just called her "sir" instead of Li.
Sir, I have more respect.
"Let me try. Miss Xuemei, please go out." Zhu Tong pulled out the phoenix hair from Matsui's ejaculation hole and wiped it carefully with alcohol. "What does three o'clock mean? If Mr. Matsui can go out healthy
, what does time mean? Everything will be different."
"Yes, yes, I believe sir. Can you let me stay with you here? Those boring people..." Ichi Xuemei understood what Zhu Tong said. As long as Matsui Shiki can recover, Matsui Masahiro congratulated him.
It will be in vain if the invited guests make a fuss.
Suddenly, she no longer wanted to socialize with those people. The young Dr. Li in front of her seemed to be able to see through everything. This feeling made her very uncomfortable and even disgusted ten minutes ago. Now, she just wanted to spend more time with him.
After a while, there was also the faint floral fragrance exuding from his body. Xuemi Jingchi had never felt such a charming scent on a man.
"Hey, why haven't you left yet? I need absolute silence. No one can come in without hearing my greeting." It is dangerous to let an outsider stay here. Zhu Tong thought for a moment and pushed the medicine bowl to the well.
In front of Xuemei: "If Miss Xuemei really wants to help, please go back to Master Heji to brew another bowl of medicine. You must look at him. It must be exactly the same as what Mr. Matsui drank just now. It will be delivered within half an hour; Xuemei
Miss Mei, this shouldn’t be very difficult, right?”
"A bowl of the same medicine?" Jingchi Xuemei looked at the medicine bowl in confusion, and then at Zhu Tong, not noticing that he was joking. She was smart and knew that now was not the time to ask questions; since Dr. Li asked like this
, it must make sense. "I understand, sir, please rest assured that a bowl of the same medicine will be delivered within half an hour."
Only the dying Matsui Shi was left in the room. Zhu Tong laid him flat and unbuttoned all his clothes on his upper body, revealing his skinny and ugly body.
When he was about to perform the surgery, Zhu Tong carefully looked around at the indoor layout; he didn't find anything similar to a camera, so he calmly sank into the realm of Pengma.
Ten minutes later, Zhu Tong opened his eyes. The dragon and phoenix stars were spinning on the tips of his left and right fingers respectively. The black crystals on the needle body glowed faintly. The black mist inside had been carefully refined by Zhu Tong, and combined with his own pure Qi.
After fusion, an inch-long black light shot out from the tips of the two black needles.
Zhu Tong was in a dilemma as to which black needle to use to write the calligraphy. The dragon star was cold, while the phoenix star was hot and intense. However, the body of Matsui style was extremely weak and needed soft and soothing Qi; both magic needles seemed to be
Not very suitable.
It would be great if Feng Zhuo Qingyu was here. Although my precious Zhu Tong has never used it, he has felt the wonder of the writing style. But Feng Zhuo Qingyu is in far away Shanghai, in the hands of his uncle Zhu Huang. Even if he calls someone now
It would take at least a day to get it, and by then, Matsui Shiki would be finished.
"Isn't it just to let him live a few more days?" Zhu Tong let go of everything, not thinking too much about the consequences, and decided to use Longxinghao. There is only one reason, he is a man, and Pengma Gong implies masculinity.
Neutralizing the coldness of Longxinghao may create miracles.
As the saying goes, life and death are determined by fate. Even if you use magic words that consume your cultivation, you can't save him. It can only prove that Matsui Shiki deserves to die.
The dragon star in the left hand is slowly drawn on the Matsui style chest, and the air in the room seems to be condensing. When the word "qi" is written by Zhu Tong to perfection, he concentrates and holds his breath and slowly descends into the Matsui style body.
Matsui Shi was trembling slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched painfully, and a little whiteness appeared between his eyebrows. That white spot quickly spread, and Matsui Shi's withered and yellow face quickly became pale and cold, like a dead person.
The character Zhumenzhi is really not easy to use casually.
Zhu Tong was over-consumed, his limbs were sore and his body felt empty, and he sighed weakly. The situation seemed not good; it seemed that the old man had frozen to death. He was too weak and could not withstand the baptism of Shuzi.
The phoenix star was beating in his right hand, and the black mist gathered in the crystal seemed to be alive.
Zhu Tong curiously explored it and said "Ah" in shock.
A purple-red young butterfly, there is a purple-red young butterfly inside the crystal!
What is this? Is it another kind of butterfly chrysalis produced by the Butterfly God? Zhu Tong thought strangely for a moment, and the temperature on his fingertips became hotter and hotter. Maybe it can save Matsui Shi's life?
Feng Xinghao gradually moved closer to Matsui Shi's chest. At this moment, Zhu Tong's right hand was as heavy as iron, and it took a lot of energy to get close to it almost every inch.
Finally, the phoenix star pierced Matsui Shi's chest, and the purple-red young butterfly pounced in. Matsui Shi, which could already be said to be a corpse, shook violently, and a flush appeared on his chest, which quickly spread to his whole body.
Thin beads of sweat flowed from Matsui's old and dry skin. Soon, the sweat beads turned gray, brown, and black.
There was a knock on the door, and Zhu Tong sat up weakly and responded: "Come in."
Jingchi Xuemei walked in with a bowl of medicine and was stunned when she saw the situation in the room.
Matsui's originally pale and skinny body seemed to have been injected with life factors; his skin became rosy and moist, and his dry muscles became somewhat stronger.
"Feed him to drink, I want to rest. He can't be too excited or too tired," Zhu Tong waved his hand and staggered to the hot spring, pouring it in without taking off his clothes.
"Sir..." Jingchi Xuemei screamed and wanted to follow him. Matsui Shiki woke up and stopped her: "Miss Xuemei, please tell Mr. Li to be quiet. You can't help him."
"Yes, this is the medicine that sir has prepared for you. Please use it immediately." Xuemi Jingchi put the medicine bowl to Matsui Shi's mouth, waited for him to drink it, and told him everything that had just happened.
"Well! I'm full of strength now, Miss Xuemei, what time is it now?" Matsui Shiki drank the medicine and drank two more glasses of water. He stood up energetically, stretched out his arms and laughed; "I
Now I can swallow a cow! How is it outside?"
"It's almost four o'clock, and they are having a meeting outside. My husband asked me to boil medicine for Grandpa Shi. I don't know what they are talking about." Xuemi Jingchi said in a low voice, hiding her inner excitement.
"Miss Xuemei didn't attend either?" Matsui Shiki said in surprise.
"Yes, the gentleman said that there can be no mistakes in this medicine. I asked Mr. Bai to help Master Heji boil the medicine together. It was so happy to see that Grandpa Shi was so healthy just after it was delivered."
Matsui Shiki was so moved that he didn't know what to say. His biological son didn't care about his life or death, but as the master, Iike Xuemi was busy with his own life.
"Miss Xuemei, let's go see what they are talking about. Lian Cang and Feng Gu are here, right? Just in time, I want to see them and see how much they have grown in the past two years. Miss Xuemei, don't worry, you might as well bring them
Looking at it as dogs, we are the only ones with enough bones. Haha, what a joyful thing."
"Yes." Ichixuemi smiled noncommittally, returned to her quiet ladylike state, and walked out holding Matsui's arm.
When I was about to leave the room, I looked back and saw that the hot spring was misty and I couldn't see what Mr. Li Xiang was doing.
She also realized a little bit of this young man's intentions. Although Matsui Shiki was full of sourness now, he was already a very energetic person. If she had not been cooking medicine just now, but arguing with those boring people, Matsui Shiki would still be
Would you be so moved?
But, how is your husband doing now? It’s really worrying.