Chapter 700: Lord Yang

Ji Wanrong got into the carriage with the child in her arms, and didn't care about Jia Min going to diagnose the situation of the tiger baby.

The carriage stopped at the door of a church, Ji Wanrong got out of the car with the child in her arms, looking at the building in front of her, and there was a moment of trance.

Such a typical European, American and Western architecture made her stunned for a moment, if it weren't for the shouting and shouting behind her ears, Ji Wanrong almost thought that she was going back again.

Wen Ran stopped crying, and Xu didn't have much strength.

The door of the church was closed, and Ji Wanrong walked forward with the child in her arms and asked Chunjiao to knock on the door.

It was the first time for Chunjiao to come to such a place, she was a little apprehensive in her heart, so she stepped forward and knocked on the door.

In a short time, the door was slowly opened.

"What's the matter?" The one who opened the door was a child, dressed in Han clothes.

Chunjiao thought that she would see a blue-eyed red-haired foreigner, and at a glance, it was an ordinary child.

Hanging a heart, it can be regarded as falling to the ground.

Chunjiao breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and whispered, "This little brother, our young lady is sick, come to Doctor Yang to see the young lady." ”

"Oh, you wait a minute, I'll help you get it through." The kid didn't recognize his life, grinned, bowed to Chunjiao and Ji Wanrong very politely, turned around and ran away.

Ji Wanrong's gaze fell on these buildings, and the tip of her nose was slightly sour.

If you hadn't been here before, how nice it would be.

After a while, the child came out, followed by a foreigner.

It's just blonde hair and blue eyes, the eye sockets are very deep, and a pair of royal blue eyes are like the sea of stars.

He was tall, with a tall nose, a slightly thin figure, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a smile.

Wearing a white coat, it really looks like a doctor's white coat, and a pair of Western-style sheepskin boots under his feet.

Chunjiao was mentally prepared, but when she saw this person, she couldn't help but retreat in fright.

Ji Wanrong didn't think there was anything terrible, but felt that the foreigner in front of her looked very exquisite.

It's still a little different from the men in those European and American portraits I've seen before.

"Hello." Ji Wanrong stepped forward and showed her politeness as much as possible.

Albert looked at the noble and beautiful woman in front of him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But still calm, smiled slightly, and said in very broken Chinese, "You, good." ”

"I don't know what you call it, my daughter is sick, I don't know what the illness is, do you have a thermometer, can you help take a look?." Ji Wanrong listened to him say such broken Chinese, and was a little hesitant for a while, whether he could understand his own Chinese.

There was such a long list, but Albert couldn't understand it, and looked down at the little boy beside him in embarrassment.

This man's name is Fang Jieming, and he was also born into a scholarly family, although he is young, he is intelligent.

I was sent to church by my family to learn something different.

Benjamin Fang saw Albert looking at himself in embarrassment, and shook his head in embarrassment.

He could only say in simple English, "Her daughter is sick and needs your help." ”

For the rest, what thermometer was, he didn't know how to pronounce it.

Ji Wanrong originally thought that there was a difference between the English of the Qing Dynasty and modern English.

But when I heard this boy's words, except for the accent, the general words were the same.

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