"It's not impossible." The other party carefully checked Yun Yishu's pulse and said.

"So..."Yun Yishu instantly handed over a bag of gold.

As long as you can win the man in one fell swoop, it will not be smooth in the future.

This is a holy hand from the palace, and I think it can cure the disease.

How many people ask for it.

"Madame will try to recuperate according to these recipes for half a year, and don't be in a hurry."

"There's the Holy Hand of Law." Yun Yishu said respectfully, as if she already had a body.

"Congratulations to Mrs., Mrs. Hexi, it must be just around the corner to take care of the son."

Yun Yishu's face was flushed.

In the past few days, Hu Fei has been digging three feet into the ground in order to dig Yan Ying's doll kiss.

But I still didn't find out who Yan Ying's baby was.

There was no clue at all.

"You mean you can't find out? Could it be set by her grandmother's family in the south? Nangong Han flipped through the approval document in his hand and asked without being salty.

"I think it may not be, it stands to reason that her father was in the limelight at the time, and her mother was powerful in all directions.

She is a young lady, and she will not make a hasty decision to kiss the baby. Hu Fei boldly stated his analysis.

"It's even more impossible for her grandmother's family, Zhuge Qing has not returned to Jiangnan after getting married."

Nangong Han put down the approval, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently rose.

"But Lord Wang, something big has really happened in the Hou Mansion these days."

Hu Fei leaned over and told Yan Ying what she had done in the past few days—not a drop of water.

"Oh? What does she want to do? Nangong Han suddenly became interested.

"Maybe I want a younger brother." Hu Fei said nonsense.

"Yes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Nangong Han said and disappeared into the night.

That girl wasn't too stupid.

Yan Ying, who was already preparing to sleep, squinted her eyes and saw a slender figure coming in from the window.

Here he is again.

Yan Ying turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a white middle coat and pants, swinging her legs.

A small piece of white and tender calf was exposed, and it looked a little presumptuous.

Nangong was as cold as obsidian, emitting a dangerous light: "You don't shy away from foreign men like this?"

The white and tender legs are a little dazzling, and I can't imagine that she has yellow and thin muscles, but her calves are white and clean.

Nangong Han was a little surprised that he had such a shameless idea.

Yan Ying looked down at her outfit, wearing long clothes and long pants and white socks.

There's nothing wrong with that.

A bewildered face!

What's wrong? I think my sister wore swimsuits on the beach to show off in the market.

No one jumped out to make irresponsible remarks.

Yan Ying asked in hindsight, "Are you feeling better these days?"

Nangong Han snorted coldly from his nose.

Seeing that Yan Ying didn't beckon him to sit down, he had to pull the stool on the side of the square table and sit down and said, "I heard that you have been making pastries these days?"

Saying that, Nangong Han also swept the empty table and was a little dissatisfied,

Didn't she know she would come at night when she had time?

Why don't you know to prepare some delicious snacks?

What about yesterday's tea? Don't know how to be hospitable?

At this moment, Yan Ying had already packed up the futon on the bed very self-consciously.

And respectfully made a gesture of please.

Like a flower girl waiting for a benefactor.

Wait until all the silver needles are pulled out.

Nangong Han was lying on Yan Ying's red sandalwood carved bed, and Yan Ying used all her strength to massage his acupuncture points.

"Don't move!" Nangong Han stretched out his hand to grab Yan Ying, and with a flick of his finger, the candlelight in the room went out.

When Yan Ying just wanted to speak, Nangong Han reached out to cover her mouth and shook her head at her.

Yan Ying nodded and listened sideways like Nangong Han, but found nothing.

In the dark, Yan Ying only heard the sound of her own heartbeat proceeding in an orderly manner.

When Nangong Han noticed that there was no movement outside, he spoke: "Is there anyone in your courtyard who knows martial arts?"

In response to Nangong Han, there was a slight sound of breathing, and Nangong Han frowned: That girl had already slept soundly.

Nangong Han stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt up, and Yan Ying woke up in shock.

He patted his face embarrassedly and said, "I just fell asleep."

Nangong Han nodded undeniably, and asked again: "Is there anyone in your courtyard who knows martial arts?" It's not the kind of fist embroidered legs. ”

Yan Ying showed two shallow dimples on her face and smiled: "You also overestimate my status in the Hou Mansion,

Don't you see that all the people in my hospital are old, weak, sick and disabled? ”

Nangong Han didn't know what he was thinking with a dark face, and said after a long time: "Although my eyes have improved, they have been dark recently, like night."

Yan Ying rolled a carp and got up from the bed, "If that's really the case, it may be that the blood in the skull is relatively large, I was afraid that you would have this situation before." ”

If she was really afraid of something, Yan Ying's temples suddenly jumped.

"If acupuncture and massage don't help it dissipate on its own, a craniotomy may be done." Yan Ying said with a lot of determination.

"When will you do it?" Nangong asked coldly.

Yan Ying swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "That's still a major operation, because it is not only necessary to cut a large area of the scalp and the muscles under the scalp.

It is also necessary to open a certain area of the skull and cut the dura mater to complete such an operation. ”

"How sure are you?" Nangong Han interrupted her impatiently.

Yan Ying trembled and stretched out her hand and stretched out three fingers,

Slowly press down two more and finally turn into a zero symbol.

"What happens if I don't have this surgery?"

"Your illness will not be cured, and your vision will be blurred, and even blindness will cause mental headaches, and you may have a short life." Yan Ying said helplessly.

"I believe in you, you do it for me."

Yan Ying said dumbfoundedly: You believe me, I don't believe in myself.

"You're not going to help Ben King?" Nangong Han's eyes glowed dangerously.

"I need an assistant and a set of surgical tools, do you believe Dr. Li on Kirin Street?"

Yan Ying had no choice but to get up directly, lit the candle, and drew on the paper.

"Dr. Li?" Nangong Han thought for a moment and said, "This person is credible."

Yan Ying didn't know how long she had been drawing, and she raised her sore arm and handed a few pieces of paper to Nangong Nangong Han: "You can build this set of scalpels according to this style."

"Didn't you build one before?" Nangong Han calculated carefully.

"The use is different, and the craniotomy needs these several, more precise." Yan Ying pointed to the tools on the drawings and said.

"Yes." Nangong Han directly put away Yan Ying's sketch and disappeared into the night.

"Master, why are you so worried today?" Hu Fei leaned over and asked.

"You go to that courtyard and keep an eye on that girl, I found that there was a master in that courtyard yesterday."

Nangong Han rubbed the purple clay pot in his hand and said.

"Is it staring? Not protection? Hu Fei scratched his ears and cheeks and asked.

Nangong raised his head coldly, and Hu Fei disappeared in a leap.

"Miss, the eldest lady is here." Ziyue said as she knocked on the door.

"What is she here for?" Although Yan Ying thought so, she went out respectfully.