"Xiao Langjun, do you like to climb other people's walls so much?"

The little lady was graceful and slender, looking forward to affection, there was a sickly white on her face as if she was sick, her eyes were vigilant, and she opened her mouth first, her voice was soft and soft.

"This little lady shouldn't be the little lady of the Lin Mansion?" Yu Qiye said.

"It seems that Xiao Langjun has seen my sister, my sister is the little lady of the Lin Mansion, and I am a sister to her, because she looks exactly the same, she is often mistaken."

The little lady's white jade-like onion fingers pointed to the center of her eyebrows and said, "But there is one thing we are different, there is a red mole in the center of my eyebrows." ”

Indeed, although this little lady looks exactly the same as the little lady of the Lin Mansion, she is different from the little lady of the Lin Mansion in terms of demeanor and tone of voice, especially her sickly and weak appearance, which makes me feel pity, and the beauty mole at the center of her eyebrows makes this little lady much better looking than the little lady of the Lin Mansion.

Yu Qiye stood on the wall, pointed to the wine jar and the pit she had dug, and said, "What is the little lady doing?" ”

The little lady took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve to cover her mouth and coughed, then put it away, took out a white veil from her sleeve and put it on her face, and whispered, "I'm burying flowers." ”

As she spoke, the little lady took out a palm-sized purse from her body, opened it and carefully pinched out peach petals with her fingers and put them in the pit.

"Funeral flowers?" Yu Qiye's eyes showed a suspicious look, and he remembered Cao Xueqin's funeral flower song in the Qing Dynasty.

At this moment, a faint and somewhat sad voice sounded, and the little lady groaned.

"Now that the slave is dead and buried, I don't know when the slave will be mourned?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing! ”

After groaning, the little lady suddenly fell to the ground and did not get up.

Yu Qiye's eyes were sharp, and his heart was turbulent, and he almost fell off the ladder, and he just thought of the funeral flowers, this little lady......

Could it be?

It shouldn't be possible.

Yu Qiye saw that the little lady's condition was not right, how to say that he fell, he jumped over, turned over the wall, came to the little lady and squatted down, saw her lying on the ground with her eyes open, and then took a long breath and said: "It's rude." ”

Helping the little lady sit up and checking her pulse, Yu Qiye frowned and asked, "Does the little lady often have low-grade fever, night sweats, fatigue, poor appetite, etc.?" ”

The little lady looked at Yu Qiye, her eyes showed a hint of surprise, what thought of her heart, and asked, "Xiao Langjun, is Dr. Chen next door your mother?" ”

"Yes, my mother is Dr. Chen Huixian, and I have learned some medical skills since I was a child." Yu Qiye nodded, looked at the little lady, and continued to ask: "Does the little lady often cough, produce sputum, hemoptysis, chest pain, varying degrees of chest tightness or difficulty breathing?" ”

"Yes, Xiao Langjun, you and Dr. Chen asked the same question, I know my disease, I can't cure it." The little lady sighed and filled in the flower pit, poured a jar of wine into the pit as if worshipping.

This little lady, like Sister Lin, had tuberculosis, which is now called tuberculosis.

The little lady was about to continue pouring wine, and Yu Qiye grabbed the wine jar and said: "I heard that the little lady has opened a winery here, if the little lady loves to eat wine, don't eat it in the future, it is harmful to the disease." ”

The little lady looked at Yu Qiye frowning and didn't speak, Yu Qiye handed the two jars of wine to Xiao Gu and Zhao Zhongjun who came over, regardless of the little lady's expression, and continued: "In the future, your diet will be done according to my instructions." ”

"I'm not lightly ill, and Xiao Langjun is not lightly ill."

The little lady was white-eyed, leaving a puffing back for Yu Qiye, and walked into the distance.

Yu Qiye patted his head, specially, what he just said was really sick, because the word funeral flower chant was enchanted, and within a few moments of meeting the little lady, he ordered this and that like a doctor, when he was himself, the little lady scolded right.

But the words can't be interrupted, otherwise it is not in line with Yu Qiye's character, Yu Qiye shouted at the back of the little lady: "Little lady, your disease is still in the early stage, I can cure it." ”

The little lady stopped and turned her head, looking at Yu Qiye with angry and suspicious eyes, she said: "I have been seeing this disease for some days, and I have found a lot of famous doctors, Xiao Langjun said and laughed, forget it, so as not to infect you." ”

Yu Qiya handed a salute and said solemnly: "My surname is Yu Qiye, I know the contagiousness of this disease very well, I will take precautions, and I will take precautions against the illness of the little lady in the future, and the diet of the little lady in the future, I will take care of it." ”

Seeing that Yu Qiye was solemn, after the little lady returned the gift, she asked suspiciously: "Shen Yu is already a person who has a short life, why is Xiao Langjun like this?" ”

Yu Qiye put his hands behind his back, like a master in front of Xiao Gu and Zhao Zhongjiao, and said with deep eyes: "It is the duty of a doctor to cure diseases and save people." ”

Xiao Gu and Zhao Zhongli looked at Yu Qiye's back with adoring eyes, and Yu Qiye's back was so tall and powerful at this time.

It's just that the little lady covered her mouth and smiled, "Shen Yu doesn't believe it." ”

Yu Qiye was a little embarrassed, and no one believed it when he spoke seriously in ancient times, he smiled and said: "I said that it was fate, did the little lady believe it?" ”

Shen Yu glanced at Yu Qiye, for a long time, she turned around and continued to walk forward, and when she entered the room, she sent back a voice and said, "My illness is to be entrusted to Xiao Langjun." ”

Xiao Gu and Zhao Zhongyan stood beside Yu Qiye, she tilted her head and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, is the jade lady suffering from tuberculosis?" ”

Yu Qiye nodded, looked at Zhao Zhongjun, who took a step back when he heard the word tuberculosis, and said, "Scared? ”

Zhao Zhongjun took a step forward, straightened his chest, and said stiffly: "Brother Yu is not afraid, of course the younger brother is not afraid, but this tuberculosis disease cannot be cured, and the younger brother heard that the imperial doctors in the palace can't cure this disease." ”

Xiao Gu said sadly: "Uncle, the Jade Lady is so good-looking, and she is so young, she has this disease, it is really heart-wrenching, and the aunt must cure the Jade Lady." ”

Zhao Zhongjun blinked, didn't Xiao Gu understand his words, although he admired Yu Qiye very much, knew that Yu Qiye was a master of prison breaking, and also invented a peculiar hypnotism, as well as delicious milk tea.

However, this tuberculosis is a terminal disease that cannot be cured for a hundred years, and the doctors can't cure it.

"If the doctor can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't fish for seven nights."

In ancient times, in this era when there were no anti-tuberculosis drugs, pulmonary tuberculosis was difficult to cure, and there was an idiom called ten tuberculosis and nine deaths, which was tuberculosis.

However, Yu Qiye is not an ancient person, and with his knowledge, it is still possible to study an anti-tuberculosis drug in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about, you want to cure the tuberculosis of the little lady next door, your medical skills are a few pounds and a few taels, my mother doesn't know, your head is not confused, right?" Chen Huixian touched Yu Qiye's head and said with a frown.

Yu Qiye held Chen Huixian's right hand, shook it, and said in a somewhat coquettish tone: "No, anyway, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, mother, you have excellent medical skills, let's discuss her condition together." ”

"Let me ask you, how do you heal a dead horse?"