In the early morning of the next day, Cheng Wanli went to see the playboy, and after returning from a sullen stomach, he first went to Miss Cheng's boudoir to visit her seriously ill daughter, and looked at her daughter's emaciated face, her eyes were closed, and she was worried, but she was helpless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, he learned from the mouth of a maid who was serving his daughter that Dong Ping, the superintendent of soldiers and horses, invited a miracle doctor, saying that he could treat the young lady, and Mrs. Cheng went to meet the miracle doctor.

As soon as Cheng Wanli heard that his wife had gone to see what kind of miracle doctor Dong Ping had invited, he secretly said in his heart: "Even the doctors of Jirentang in Dongping Mansion are helpless, so what other miracle doctors are there?" This Dong Pingxiang has ill intentions towards the little girl, could it be that he has some despicable conspiracy? Thinking of this, he took three steps and made two steps, and went straight to the main hall.

This "miracle doctor" is none other than Zhu Biao, the third son of Zhujiazhuang.

Mrs. Cheng is about forty-three or fourteen years old this year, tall, plump, with a silver hairpin in her high bun, just worried about her daughter's illness for days and looking a little haggard. Dong Ping introduced Zhu Biao first, and when Mrs. Cheng heard that she was just a local tyrant, she was already unhappy in her heart, and looked Zhu Biao up and down again, looked at Dong Ping with a suspicious face, and asked Zhu Biao: "Dare to ask where this gentleman is taught?" Is there a magic rejuvenation technique that can save the little girl's life? ”

Zhu Biao smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "Mrs. Cheng, don't you believe it?" ”

Mrs. Cheng said: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that in these years, the people who deceive the world and steal their names, such as the carp that crosses the river, are related to the little women's naming festival, so I have to ask a few more words." ”

Zhu Biao said: "Miss Cheng's illness, General Dong said something slightly, Xiao Ke felt that Miss Cheng's illness was not very serious, but the decoction could not be continued, and it was precisely in the next way to moisturize things and silently let Miss take medicine." ”

"Oh," Mrs. Cheng said secretly in her heart, "Could it be that he really has some skills?" It seems that the dead horse has to be used as a live horse doctor. Then he asked, "Then I would like to ask the gentleman about his healing skills." ”

Zhu Biao said: "Please also ask Mrs. to let me take a look at Miss's condition first, and then give Miss a number and pulse, is it okay?" ”

"Of course." Mrs. Cheng instructed a maid beside her: "Qingman, lead the way for Zhu Langzhong." ”

"Yes, ma'am." Qingman's maid voice is like a yellow bird.

At this moment, Dong Ping and Zhu Biao both saw Cheng Wanli hurriedly stepping into the main hall, glared at Dong Ping angrily, and then said to Mrs. Cheng: "Madam, this person is only about twenty years old, what kind of outstanding medical skills can he have, you must not rush to the doctor in a hurry, and fall into the way of a villain!" ”

I only heard Mrs. Cheng say: "Husband, now that the matter has come to an end, I have to ask this little miracle doctor to take a look, ...... You can't just watch your daughter die of illness......" Mrs. Cheng said this, took out a handkerchief from her arms, covered her eyes, and burst into tears.

Cheng Wanli saw that his wife was crying again, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I haven't said a word yet, why don't you cry again, let this-" Speaking of this, he glared at Zhu Biao again: "The divine doctor will treat my daughter." Then he said to Zhu Biao with a displeased face: "Look good, this prefect has its own reward, if you don't see it, then you don't have to leave Dongping Mansion!" ”

There is no need to think about it, the threat in Cheng Wanli's tone is obvious, and it does not give Dong Ping half face. Zhu Biao smiled slightly and said, "Prime Minister of the Prefect, if you say so, then you can't help it." Since this is the case, it is still the life that is under the order, and the next will retire first. With that, Zhu Biao bowed his hand to Mrs. Cheng, turned around and was about to leave.

Zhu Biao is now a life-saving straw in Mrs. Cheng's hand, and now she recognizes Zhu Biao, and hurriedly said: "Little doctor and stay, the husband of the slave family is this temper, this temper-" Saying, Mrs. Cheng glared at Cheng Wanli, and then said: "Why should the divine doctor be with him, even if the divine doctor is not good at the daughter of the slave family, it is also the fate of the daughter of the slave family, with the slave family, no one dares to embarrass the divine doctor." ”

When Zhu Biao heard this, he smiled at Cheng Wanli and said, "Since there is a lady who said this, then please lead the way in front, and go to Miss Cheng to call the pulse first, and then talk about the healing method." ”

Zhu Biao, Dong Ping, Cheng Wanli and Mrs. Cheng entered Miss Cheng's boudoir under the guidance of Qingman.

Mrs. Cheng said: "Please also ask the divine doctor to quickly treat the daughter of the slave family." ”

Zhu Biao said: "Obey orders." After that, he approached the bed, but saw a girl sleeping on the bed, covered with a thin red quilt, although her face was pale due to illness, but her eyebrows were picturesque, but she was also a beauty. Zhu Biao took out Qianqian's thin hand from the thin quilt, and gently put his index finger and middle finger on Miss Cheng's pulse, and after a long time, his brows furrowed slightly, licked his lips, and then took out Miss Cheng's other hand and called the pulse for a long time. Then he got up and was about to speak, only to hear Mrs. Cheng ask with concern: "Little divine doctor, can the daughter of the slave family still be healed well?" ”

Zhu Biao did not answer Mrs. Cheng's words, but asked rhetorically: "Madam, can you take a look at the prescription that Lang Zhong prescribed a few days ago?" ”

"Cheng," Mrs. Cheng instructed, "Qingman, take the recipe and show it to the divine doctor." ”

After a while, Qing Man took a sandalwood box from the direction in front of the flower stamen's bed, and then took out three or four pieces of paper from the sandalwood box and handed them to Zhu Biao. After Zhu Biao read these three or four prescriptions, he already had the healing technique in his heart.

Mrs. Cheng asked with concern, "Divine doctor, can you heal well?"

Zhu Biao learned from the prescription prescribed by Lang Zhong in front of him that Miss Cheng's illness was indeed as Dong Ping said, it was not an incurable disease, in current terms, it was a cold that had dragged on for too long, just a little better, and then there was a serious illness that was repeated and dragged out. If in modern society, there are many treatment methods, and the most commonly used is injection therapy, but in the Northern Song Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, there was this technology?

Seeing that Zhu Biao was silent, Mrs. Cheng thought that her daughter was more auspicious, and suddenly burst into tears again: "Poor daughter, ......"

Zhu Biao suddenly asked: "Mrs. Cheng, I would like to ask, do you always want face, or do you want to die?"

When Mrs. Cheng heard this, she suddenly saw a glimmer of hope and asked, "How do you want to say it?" What about death? ”

Zhu Biao said: "If you want to have a face, please ask Mrs. Cheng to prepare the aftermath for Miss Cheng now, and I will leave now."

Cheng Wanli smiled coldly: "You can't cure the illness of the prefect's daughter, can you still say goodbye!"

Zhu Biao smiled and asked, "Could it be that the prefect wants to ignore people's lives under Lang Lang Qiankun?" ”

When Cheng Wanli heard this, he was about to get angry, only to hear Mrs. Cheng ask, "What about life?" ”

Zhu Biao said: "Then everything must be arranged below, otherwise Da Luo Jinxian Linfan will not be able to save Miss's life." ”