The Xinchang man lying on the bed opened his eyes, looked at the two people who followed up, and closed his eyes again: "Uncle Zhang, I said it, I can't cure this disease, so as not to infect you, you sell the shop and go back to the countryside to live."

There's no need to die on me, it's been long enough.

You've hired so many doctors for me, and they all say that I can't be cured, and even if I do, I'm just a useless paralyz, so why bother? ”

He coughed as he spoke, his face pale and his tone desperate, like that of a withered man.

Zhang Bo hurriedly wiped the blood coughed up from the corner of his lips with a handkerchief, and persuaded: "There are many strange people and strange things in this world, it is our blessing to meet the little doctor fairy this time, let's let the little doctor fairy give you a pulse first." ”

The man still closed his eyes, "Please go back, although I have been sick for more than ten years, I have seen a lot of people, one of you is rich and rich, and the other is not enough, and there is no smell of herbs on your body, and it has nothing to do with Lang Zhong who walks the rivers and lakes."

Uncle Zhang of my family rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and asked the two of you not to bluff him, he was just a poor old man.

If the two of them are here to buy a shop, the price is negotiable, as long as the money given can make Zhang Bo's lower body worry-free. ”

After living on the sickbed for a long time, too many doctors came, either cheating money or not being cured, he had already accepted his fate, but his wish was not fulfilled, and he always felt a little regretful, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't want to go like this.

After hearing this, Uncle Zhang burst into tears: "Tingyun, don't give up, if even you give up, what can Miss Watch do?" How do I get it back? ”

"That hard-working child, just think I'm sorry for her and sorry for my sister." The man let out a long sigh, full of helplessness.

Rong Xiu saw that Chu Yunyao was questioned, and immediately became angry, and sneered: "You are an interesting person, you are not even afraid of death, you are afraid of being deceived, and it is not you who have the final say on whether it can be cured or not, nor those quacks have the final say, but the little doctor fairy has the final say."

This old man told us that if you are cured, you will sell this shop to us at a low price, and if you can't cure it, you will not be disadvantaged if you sell it to us at the market price. ”

Chu Yunyao lifted the hem of her skirt, took a step forward, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to catch the man's pulse, and said lightly: "Young man, don't jump to conclusions about anything, you claim to be well-informed, but you don't see that I can really heal."

It's true that I'm not a good man, but my medical skills are much higher than those barefoot doctors who sell dog skin plasters. ”

The man who blocked a sentence was speechless, his pulse was pinched by a warm hand, Wen Tingyun opened his eyes, and crashed into a pair of familiar dark eyes, and a familiar feeling of closeness spread from his heart.

Wen Tingyun asked casually: "Dare to ask the surname of the little doctor Xianzun?" ”

Rong Xiu replied on his behalf, and said, "Chu Yunyao." ”

"Chu Yunyao? Chu Yunyao! Wen Tingyun muttered, his dead eyes seemed to be infused with a fresh life, he stared at the girl in front of him for a moment, and asked again: "Dare to ask the little doctor how old is the fairy?" ”

Chu Yunyao saw that the patient seemed to have a little desire to survive, so he smiled and said: "It's past the age of the Emperor, and now it's twenty-eight." ”

"Sixteen, exactly sixteen." The man was excited, but he couldn't show it too obviously, so he could only suppress it.

Uncle Zhang was also shocked when he heard this, standing behind him and constantly looking at Chu Yunyao's back.

The most surprised person was Rong Xiu, he grabbed Chu Yunyao, his dark eyes were full of excitement, and he said incoherently: "You are already sixteen?" You're sixteen years old, and I always thought you were thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen.

As long as you pass the age of marriage, you can get married, which is great! ”