Jiang Zhimian walked to the bed.

He turned his head to look at the owner of the left village, "Master Zuo, do you trust my medical skills?" ”

The owner of the left village nodded, "Of course." ”

He really believed.

If he didn't have real skills, Jiang Zhimian would not dare to open this mouth.

Even if she is protected by Bai Ye, when the time comes, Zuo Weirou will do it because she has three long and two short, and the owner of Zuo Zhuang will do it.

He respects Bai Ye, which does not mean that he will joke about his most beloved daughter.

Jiang Zhimian is a smart person, he must understand.

"That's good," Jiang Zhimian bowed, "Then let's ask the owner of the left village to go out first." ”

The owner of Zuo Zhuang was shocked, and before he could ask the reason, Zuo Weirou next to him was anxious, "What do you want to do, do you want to trick my father out and then kill me?" ”

"There are some questions that are inconvenient to ask when someone is around." Jiang Zhimian replied.

The owner of the left village was ready to leave.

"Daddy, don't go," Zuo Weirou hurriedly called him, and said, "This is my father, and it's not someone else, why can't you ask it in front of him?" Unless you want to play tricks! ”

Jiang Zhimian's eyes fluttered, and he smiled, "Okay, Miss Zuo, your menstrual affairs, has this month come?" How many days have you been here, when was the last time? ”

She had to ask others to be present, but Jiang Zhimian didn't mind.

In ancient times, this kind of thing was difficult to talk about, and standing next to his father, Zuo Weirou was immediately stupid.

The owner of the left village touched his nose in embarrassment, "I'd better go out and wait." ”

Don't forget to appease Zuo Weirou, "Dad is in the courtyard outside the door, you call me, I'll come in." ”

There were only two people left in the room, Jiang Zhimian and Zuo Weirou.

Jiang Zhimian repeated the question just now.

"Why are you asking this, is it possible that you still plan to rely on this?" There was no one else, and Zuo's slightly soft voice was a little more neutral.

"Just answer me." Jiang Zhimian bowed.

Zuo snorted softly, "It's been here since the beginning of the month, about five days, and last month was also the beginning of the month." ”

It is already late now, and there has been an interval of more than half a month.

Jiang Zhimian ruled out that it was a physiological reaction caused by greed when she came to her aunt.

And looked at Zuo's slightly soft complexion.

There's only that possibility.

She seriously checked Zuo Weirou's pulse, checked her tongue, looked at her eyes again, and then gasped.

"You're really sick!" Jiang Zhimian exclaimed.

Zuo Weirou squinted his eyes and glanced at her, and scolded in his heart, quack!

But he still made a nervous and scared look on his face, "I know that you poisoned me, hurry up and give me the antidote, otherwise if I die, my father will not let you go!" ”

"I really didn't poison you, you're seriously ill, let's invite the owner of Zuo Zhuang in first." Jiang Zhimian said with a long sigh.

The owner of the left farm was standing in the courtyard outside.

When he heard that he was allowed to enter, he immediately stepped into the room.

"Miss Jiang, what kind of illness is Weirou?"

Jiang Zhimian sighed again, "It's a very serious illness, this shaved ice, ordinary people are fine if they eat it, but if someone with demon disease eats it, they will be dizzy and nauseous like this, and they want to vomit all the time, and they can't eat in the back, and they will die of illness!" ”

"Demonism? Could it be that it is possessed by demons? The owner of the left village frowned tightly.

Zuo Weirou's hand under the quilt clenched into a fist happily, "Then how should I treat it?" ”

"It's not too troublesome, you only need to break the tendons and tendons of your hands and feet, so that the meridians no longer circulate, and the sick qi will naturally disperse." Jiang Zhimian said.

"What!".

Zuo was slightly gentle but anxious, jumped up directly from the bed, and almost hit the top of the mosquito net of the carved bed.