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When Zheng Guan first entered the beautifully furnished house, he saw the slender figure on the bed behind the picture screen.

In the outhouse, seven doctors gathered in a group, and the atmosphere was silent, as if they were discussing something, but no one said anything for a long time.

The Confucian man in Tsing Yi led Zheng Guan in, and then entered the painting screen. Zheng Wan saw him leaning over and saying something to the person on the bed, but she didn't care and didn't bother to listen. At such a distance, it was easy for her to hear what she wanted to hear.

The Confucian in Tsing Yi came out from behind the screen after a while and said with a smile: "All the doctors have already checked the pulse, and the girl can discuss countermeasures with the doctors." ”

The Confucian in Tsing Yi obviously didn't believe Zheng Guan in this remark, lest she be disrespectful or harmful to the people inside.

Zheng Wan frowned, not minding his suspicions, but she didn't want to waste more time here, she took a piece of silk thread from the table, and the thread suddenly swam out like a dragon, passing through the painting screen, and wanted to wrap around the wrist of the person on the couch.

The figure behind the bead curtain was the coachman, Zheng Wan felt that his breath was condensed, and the sound of "rubbing" the weapon out of the sheath wanted to stop the silk thread that was empty over the painting screen.

"Stop!" The man in the painting screen said lightly, but with an invisible majesty, he taught the cold knife in the coachman's hand to stop on the silk thread.

Zheng Guan felt the rhythm of the pulse on the tips of his fingers, "Trauma and blood loss, poison into the viscera, medicine stone is hopeless!" ”

The doctors in the house saw Zheng Guan come in, they felt strange, but they didn't dare to say anything, and now they saw that the woman said the symptoms of the injured person, and her face turned white, not because they were amazed that this person could measure the pulse with a line, and the diagnosis was correct, but they were worried that this real conclusion would annoy the person in the house, so that everyone in the house died.

Zheng Wan said while retracting the silk thread in her hand, she could clearly feel the depression behind the screen, diagnosing through the screen, it was too magical, if the diagnosis was correct, it would make people wonder if this conclusion was diagnosed by you, or should be suspected that this was your hand.

"Since the girl is here, there must be a cure, what are the requirements?" The man behind the screen said lightly, and there was no surprise in the face of life and death, which made Zheng Guan admire, but what he said was exactly what Zheng Guan guessed, he was afraid that he regarded her as the person who harmed him, and now he came here to talk about the conditions.

"I have an acupuncture method, which may be able to repel poison, but please retreat." Zheng Wan said, glanced at the open medicine box on the side, picked out the needles in it, and opened the cloth, revealing dozens of silver needles inside.

"The girl's acupuncture method is not visible to outsiders?" The Confucian in Tsing Yi stood on the side of the painting screen, quite alert.

Zheng Wan chuckled, took the inspected silver needle, and walked towards the Confucian man in Tsing Yi, "Then please ask all the doctors outside to come in and take a look." ”

The Confucian man in Tsing Yi was stunned, and suddenly felt that this woman was as clear as water, and it was impossible to associate it with the word harm.

Zheng Wan bypassed the Confucian in Tsing Yi and saw the man half-lying on the couch, she only felt that those eyes were cold and ruthless, like sharp knives. He wears a cold and hideous metal mask, and there is a grace on his body that cannot be concealed, which makes people feel that he should be a king who is high up and worshipped.

Zheng Guan's eyes only stayed on his mask for a moment, and he said lightly: "Take off your clothes!" ”

She didn't look at the expressions of others, she couldn't guess what kind of expression the masked man would have when he heard such words, but at least she could think of the dark face of the Confucian in green clothes. She walked over to the desk, took down a candlestick, and placed it on the small table beside the couch.

Then he raised his head and said to the Confucian in Tsing Yi in a serious manner: "Go and invite all the doctors to come in!" ”

The face of the Confucian man in green clothes was even darker, from the beginning, that is, he would be wrong, the woman said that she wanted to retreat, I am afraid that it was to take into account the identity of the son, but what made him even more depressed was the sentence behind the woman: "He is not wearing a mask, and he doesn't know who he is looking at when he sees it?" ”

Zheng Wan wanted to tease the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi, but as soon as she said this, she saw the doctors outside the house gasp, and instantly became even more nervous. She turned her eyes to look at the mask again, only to hear a deep voice coming from under the mask, "Zishou, all step down!" ”

Zheng Wan secretly thought, it seems that this mask is the identity symbol of this person, and it is well known, but she does not know.

That Zishou was called a Confucian in Tsing Yi, he heard this, his face was difficult, but his worry was less than half, he opened his mouth to say something, but he was swallowed back, and only secretly said yes.

"He'll stay!" Zheng Wan said as he took off the thirteen silver needles, and as soon as his mind moved, the candle flame ignited, and the silver needles were baked and wiped one by one.

Seeing that the candle was burning without fire, Zishou's eyes were suspicious, but Gongzi had already spoken, and he agreed with this woman's approach, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The people in the floor were immediately cleared.

"The girl's kung fu is amazing, where is the teacher?"

Zheng Wan glanced indifferently at the strange gaze under the mask, a little impatient, glanced at Zishou, and said, "You just want to do it?" ”

Zishou understood, hurriedly came over to help the masked man, and saluted him: "Zishou is offended." ”

The masked man didn't say anything more.

As soon as the man sat up, Zheng Wan climbed onto the couch and sat behind him, deliberately ignoring the reproach on Zishou's face.

Mask? Zheng Guan's mind flashed, as if he thought of something, if it was that person, his status was quite high, so he would pay so much attention to etiquette.

The man had scars on his back, of different depths and types, but Zheng Guan didn't particularly care about it, even her, who was also scarred before, but later through the pure cultivation of spiritual power, the scars gradually faded.

What she cared more about was that she had never been so close to a topless man, and she couldn't help but feel a slight heat in her ears.

Secretly calming his mind, Zheng Guan pierced thirteen silver needles into the corresponding acupuncture points with the technique of ghost needles, and under the skin on his back, there suddenly seemed to be something crawling, gathering from all over his body, forming a knuckle-sized lump, which kept swimming on his back.

A burst of cold light flashed, Zheng Wan suddenly dodged and hid to the inside of the couch, and the thirteen silver needles that had originally pierced his back burst out and pierced into the wall and disappeared. And when Zheng Wan was dodging, the poor dagger appeared from her hand, and stabbed into the man's back with lightning speed, and the tip of the dagger hit the lump that was about to disappear.

Zi Shou's face turned pale with fright, and saw that the woman in front of her indifferently pulled out the dagger, and there was a worm with the thickness of a candle squirming on the tip of the dagger, she roasted the dagger tip on the fire, and the worm was burned to ashes, and there was a "zizi" sound during the process, and then she wiped off the dirt on the dagger tip before retracting the dagger into her sleeve.

If she wanted to kill someone just now, it would be easy, and Zishou would be afraid for a while.

At this moment, the wound on the back of the masked man was dripping with black blood, and it kept gushing out, and after a while, it turned a non-toxic red.

"Is it Miao Jiang's cup poison?" The masked man's low, weak voice came in a deep voice, with a hint of force.

"It's just cup poison!" Zheng Guan replied, as for where it was, she didn't know, even if she knew, she couldn't say, he could clearly hear from the masked man's voice that was different from the previous fluctuations, she had reason to believe that this man would vent his anger and slaughter everyone involved.

"Your request?" The masked man's voice was cold.

Zheng Wan got down from the couch and looked at a few drops of black blood on his clothes in disgust, "I see a lot of beggars in the county......"

A glimmer flashed in the masked man's cold eyes, "I'll give them money." ”

Zheng Wan smiled gloomily, "If there is a son who has the ability, let them feel that they have lived." ”

After that, she said to Zishou again: "Outside the county, don't lead the way, I will take it myself." Then he left.

Zishou suddenly, there are many beautiful women in the world, but they are open-minded and have a good heart, and there are few people in the world who do not lose to men.

"She reminds me of someone." The masked man suddenly said in a deep voice.

"That person?" Zishou asked lightly, and replied again: "Indeed, they all have the common people in their hearts. ”

"No, it's scary because it makes people feel credible and harmless at first sight." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )