The news that Ji Wanrong couldn't afford to be sick was released, and the first to visit the Dark Fragrance Pavilion was the doctor of Jiafu.

He checked Ji Wanrong's pulse, and the pulse was erratic, like floating dust, which made people uncertain.

This time, Ji Wanrong used the old trick of sandwiching a potato in her armpit, sometimes tight and sometimes loose, affecting the pulse.

Not only that, but in order to make herself look sickly and more realistic, she also asked Chunjiao to help put on sick makeup.

He had a pale face, bloodless lips, his eyes were slightly yellow and blue, his hair was loosely draped behind him, and he was still coughing.

Ji Wanrong looked like this, and she looked a little terminally ill.

"Doctor Jia, how am I?" Ji Wanrong took the handkerchief, gently covered her lips, coughed a few times, and asked weakly.

Jia Min looked embarrassed, he sat there, his hands were slightly cold, just thinking, could it be that he had made a mistake just now?

Is the posture of the pulse not right, or is the tip of your fingers sluggish?

Jia Min thought so, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, looked at Ji Wanrong with a weak heart, and then said, "Gege, let the slave take the pulse again." ”

This middle-aged man, wearing a robe and coat, had a serious face at this time, a humble tone, and his hands trembled slightly.

Ji Wanrong was about to nod, but Chunjiao, who was standing on the side, opened her mouth, "Imperial Doctor Jia, you have taken your pulse six times, have you really not been able to see anything?" ”

"I, I ......" Jia Min's clumsy mouth moved, but he couldn't say anything.

"Chunjiao, don't be rude." Looking at Chunjiao's sharp-toothed expression, Ji Wan tolerated the smile and scolded.

"Yes." Chunjiao got the order, so naturally she didn't dare to say anything, she just looked at Jia Min and said, "Imperial Doctor Jia, could it be that our family has been cursed again?" ”

"This, the minion doesn't understand." Jia Min looked at Ji Wanrong, thought about it, stood up, knelt in front of Ji Wanrong, and then said, "The slave is shallow in knowledge, and he really can't see what kind of illness Gege is, why don't you go back to the master first, and invite a divine doctor from the palace or outside." ”

"What is Imperial Doctor Jia talking about, hurry up." Ji Wanrong winked at Chunjiao.

Chunjiao immediately stepped forward and helped Jia Min to stand up, "My family Gege doesn't mean to blame the imperial doctor. ”

"That's what Chunjiao said." Ji Wanrong nodded, coughed twice, her eyes were slightly cold, "I'm very uncomfortable at this time, I want to go to sleep for a while, maybe it's because the weather is too hot, just raise it for a few days, don't make a noise." ”

In fact, Ji Wanrong did not reveal what illness she had, but for three days, she failed to ask for peace.

The reason is all the same, I can't afford to be seriously ill.

Ji Wanrong has never done such a thing as asking for leave.

What's more, when grace is not there, no one suspects her of lying.

Jia Min still opened his mouth with Chang Fujin, so he let Ji Wanrong take a look.

Hearing her words, Jia Min nodded hurriedly and said, "The slave knows, that Rong Gege is resting, and the slave will prescribe you some medicine to clear heat and detoxify and drink first." ”

"I'm tired, Chunjiao, you personally send the imperial doctor out." Ji Wanrong said weakly, and Zi Su immediately stepped forward, helped her stand up and entered the inner room.

Chunjiao escorted Jia Min out of the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, stood at the gate of the courtyard, and said in a slightly high voice, "Imperial Doctor Jia, my family's Gege disease is so serious, please don't make a noise." ”

"Got it." Jia Min was stunned for a moment, busy responding, and thought, don't make a noise about you?