"I'm sorry." Jingchi Yukimi lowered her head deeply, she could feel the unhappiness in Zhu Tong's heart.

Yukimi Iike is smart, and immediately thought: he is not just an ordinary doctor, he can't play tricks in front of this person, and maybe the only thing that can impress him is sincerity.

"I asked Ikeda-kun to give them to Mr. Ikeda-kun, and although Master Hui Heji has some prestige in Kyoto, we know that his medical skills are really ordinary, but he just read medical books and learned a little more about Chinese medicine. I might as well tell you that Hui Heji came from a family of monks, and his father always maintained a good relationship with the Ichi family. Helplessly, Hui Heji is the second son, and their family's temple, Asai Temple, was inherited by his elder brother; In order to make a living, Hui Heji began to study medicine. ”

"The temple can also be inherited?" Zhu Tong asked curiously, if this is okay, then the Japanese monk is not very ......

"In Japan, monks have long been secularized, and they are in charge of cemeteries. Our family's cemetery has always been in the Huihe family's Asai Temple. After studying Chinese medicine in our family's library for 10 years and in China for five years, Kazuo Ikeda's father funded the construction of Sekiyoji Temple at the Sky Night Ranch. The cemetery in Asai Temple is too crowded, and we also need a new cemetery, so I didn't expect ......" Ichi Yukimi seemed to think of something sad, and her voice gradually lowered.

Zhu Tong did not persuade her that if any family wants to survive through hardships in the long years, it must have its reason for existence and the core tradition that must be adhered to; Now, Yukimi Iike is fighting against the huge pressure with a girl's weak shoulders, are all the men in their family dead?

After a while, Ichi Yukimi wiped her reddish eye circles, leaned over embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I said a lot of nonsense." Just mentioned ...... Oh, Hui Heji asked for that pair of divine needles many times, but we didn't believe him very much, so the matter kept dragging on; He has an opinion about you mainly because of this pair of god needles, and he shouldn't have the guts to frame Matsui-style. Matsui had been ill for two years, and it was during his illness that I had the opportunity to convince him to reorganize the family business. It's just too late, Matsui Shiki doesn't have the energy to help me achieve my wish; I think that maybe Hui Heji is right, and those who can use this pair of divine needles will definitely be able to create miracles. From now on, they belong to Mr., you can really do miracles. Sir, please help me wake him up, please. ”

Two crystal tears spilled out of Ichi Yukimi's eyes, but she still desperately maintained her dignity and insisted on finishing what she had to say.

"Okay, I'll try." Ichi Yukimi's words were not very convincing, and it was these two teardrops that made Zhu Tong compromise.

Tears are small, but they are magical. Zhu Tong has seen all kinds of tears, and his heart has long been soaked in coldness; But Yukimi Iike's tears softened that heart. This is a young girl full of contradictions, strong and shrewd, just a hedgehog's coat.

"Sir, Uranium? Thank you sir. Yukimi Ichi didn't seem to believe it, and she couldn't bother to wipe her tears, and a smile bloomed on her face. Unconsciously, Yukimi Ichi omitted her surname and only called Mr., which was more respectful than Mr. Li.

"I'll try. Miss Yukimi, please go out. Zhu Tong pulled Feng Xinghao out of the Matsui-style human middle point and carefully wiped it with alcohol. What does three o'clock mean? If Matsui can go out healthy, what can time represent? Nothing will be the same. ”

"Yes, yes, I believe sir. Can I stay here with my husband? Those who are bored ...... "Iike Yukimi understood Zhu Tong's words, as long as Matsui Shiki can recover his health, it will be in vain for Matsui Masaga to make trouble with the guests he invited."

Suddenly, she didn't want to socialize with those people, and the young doctor in front of her seemed to be able to see through everything. That feeling had made her uncomfortable and even disgusted ten minutes ago, and now, she just wanted to be with him a little longer. There is also a faint floral fragrance emanating from his body, and Yukimi Iike has never felt such a charming smell in a man.

"Huh? Why haven't you left yet, I need absolute silence. No one can come in unless they hear me. "It's dangerous to let an outsider stay here, Zhu Tong pondered for a moment, and pushed the medicine bowl in front of Jing Chi Xuemei: "If Miss Xuemei really wants to help, please go back to Master Heji to boil another bowl of medicine." You must look at him, and he must be exactly the same as Mr. Matsui drank just now, and he will be delivered within half an hour; Miss Yukimi, this shouldn't be very difficult, right? ”

"A bowl of the same medicine?" Jingchi Xuemei looked at the medicine bowl suspiciously, and then looked at Zhu Tong, but didn't find that he meant to be joking. She is smart and knows that now is not the time to ask questions; Since Dr. Li asked for this, it must be reasonable. "Understood, please rest assured, a bowl of the same medicine will be delivered within half an hour."

Only the dying Matsui style was left in the room, and Zhu Tong laid him flat, and all the clothes on his upper body were unbuttoned, revealing his thin and ugly body.

When he was about to perform the operation, Zhu Tong carefully looked around at the interior arrangement; I didn't find anything like a camera, so I calmly sank into the realm of tent hemp.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Tong opened his eyes, the dragon and phoenix stars rotated on the tips of the left and right fingers respectively, the black crystal of the needle body was faintly emitted, and the black mist inside had been carefully refined by Zhu Tong, and after fusing with his own pure true qi, an inch long black light shot out at the tips of the two black needles.

Zhu Tong is embarrassed by which black needle to use to write the words, Long Xing is cold, Feng Xing is hot and intense, and Matsui Shi's body is extremely weak, what is needed is a soft and soothing true qi, and the two divine needles do not seem to be suitable.

It would be nice if Feng Zhuo Qingyu was there, although the baby Zhutong had not used it, he had felt the wonder of the pen. It's just that Feng Zhuo Qingyu is in distant Shanghai, in the hands of Uncle Zhu Huang. Even if you call someone to pick it up now, it will take at least a day, and by then, Matsui style is already finished.

"Isn't it just to let him live a few more days?" Zhu Tong let go of everything, didn't think too much about the consequences, and decided to use Long Xinghao. There is only one reason, he is a man, and Peng Ma Gong implies masculinity, neutralizing Long Xinghao's coldness, and maybe he can create miracles.

The so-called life and death have a fate, and if you use the words that consume cultivation, you can't save him, and it can only prove that Matsui is damned.

The dragon star in his left hand slowly drew on Matsui-shi's chest, and the air in the room seemed to be condensed, and when the word "qi" was written by Zhu Tong to perfection, he slowly descended into Matsui-shi's body with bated breath.

Matsui shivered slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, and his eyebrows showed a little white. The snow white quickly spread, and Matsui's withered face quickly became pale and cold, like a dead man.

The word Zhumen is really not easy to use casually.

Zhu Tong consumed the transition, his limbs were sore and his body was empty, and he sighed weakly. Things don't seem to be good; It seems that this time the old man froze to death. He was too weak to withstand the baptism of words.

Feng Xinghao pulsed in his right hand, and the black mist gathered in the crystal seemed to be alive.

Zhu Tong probed into it curiously, and was so surprised that he said "ah".

A purple-red butterfly with a purple-red butterfly inside the crystal!

What is it? Could it be another kind of chrysalis produced by the butterfly god? Zhu Tong pondered strangely for a moment, the temperature of his fingertips was getting hotter and hotter, maybe it could save Matsui-shi's life?

Feng Xinghao gradually moved closer to Matsui's chest, and the purple-red butterflies pounced into it, and Matsui, who could already be said to be a dead body, shook violently, and a flush appeared on his naked chest, and quickly spread to his whole body.

Thin beads of sweat flowed from Matsui's old, dry skin, and immediately turned gray, brown, and black.

There was a knock at the door, and Zhu Tong sat up weakly and responded: "Come in." ”

Ichi Yukimi came in with a bowl of medicine, and when she saw the situation in the room, she was stunned.

Matsui's originally pale and thin body seems to have been injected with life factors; The skin became rosy and damp, and the shriveled muscles became stronger.

"Feed him and drink, I'm going to rest. He can't get too excited, he can't get too tired. Zhu Tong waved his hand, staggered to the hot spring, and poured in without taking off his clothes.

"Sir, ......" Ichi Yukimi screamed to follow, Matsui woke up and stopped her: "Miss Yukimi, let Mr. Li be quiet, you can't help him." ”

"Yes, this is the medicine that Mr. prepared for you, please take it immediately." Yukimi Iike brought the medicine bowl to Matsui's mouth, waited for him to drink it, and told him everything that had just happened.

"Hmm! I'm full of volume right now, Miss Yukimi, what time is it? "After Matsui drank the medicine, he drank two more glasses of water, and stood up energetically, stretching his arms and laughing;" I can swallow a cow now! How's it going out there? ”

"It's almost four o'clock now, and they're having a meeting outside. Sir asked me to decoct the medicine for Grandpa Shiki, and I don't know what was being said there. Yukimi Iike hid her excitement and whispered.

"Miss Yukimi didn't show up?" Matsui said in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. said that there can't be a little mistake with this medicine, and I asked Mr. Bai to help Master Hui Heji decoct the medicine; It's really nice to see Grandpa Shi so healthy when I first sent it. ”

Matsui was so excited that he didn't know what to say, his own son didn't care about his own life or death, but as the owner, Ichi Yukimi was busy with his life.

"Miss Yukimi, let's go see what they're talking about. Liancang and Wind Valley are here, right? It just so happens that I want to meet them and see how much they have grown in the past two years. Miss Yukimi don't worry, you might as well treat them as dogs, only we have enough bones. Haha, what a joy. ”

"Yes." Yukimi Ichi smiled noncommittally, returned to her quiet ladylike state, and walked out with Matsui-style arms.

When I was about to leave the room, I looked back, and the hot spring was foggy, and I couldn't see what Mr. Li Xiang was doing.

She realized a little bit of this young man's intentions, and now Matsui Shiki, although he was full of sourness, was already a very spiritual person. If he didn't decoct the medicine just now, but argued with those boring people, would Matsui Shiki still be so excited?

It's just, what's going on with the gentleman now? It's really worrying.

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