Chapter 69: No Coffee Tastes Good

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Ji Wanrong listened to this, although she didn't see Wei Chenfeng's expression, but listening to the tone, she also guessed that he was afraid that he was serious.

"Otherwise, Xiaosheng should personally check the pulse of his wife." Wei Chenfeng can also be regarded as having a reputation for rejuvenation in the capital, but he has never seen this symptom, and the legend goes out, isn't it smashing his own signboard?

Ji Wanrong immediately refused and said, "No, no need, please also ask Wei Langzhong to respect his mother's thoughts." ”

Wei Chenfeng saw that Ji Wanrong was obstructing like this, and it was not good to continue to insist for a while, so he could only be patient and take the pulse again.

This time, as before, he didn't know how to fix his illness.

"Wei Langzhong, how is my mother?" Ji Wanrong heard that there was no sound outside, and then asked with concern.

When Wei Chenfeng heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Back to the nobleman's words, Ling Zun's condition is a little strange, I will first prescribe some medicine to clear the mind and nourish the mind and take it, there is no big problem, specifically, it can only be determined when I see the patient's state." ”

"My mother-in-law is indeed a little weak, so please ask Wei Langzhong to prescribe medicine." Ji Wan tolerated the smile, and then helped untie the golden thread, covered the Fucha clan with the quilt, and sent Wei Chenfeng out of the inner room.

Wei Chenfeng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while.

The four Baylor mansions invited themselves, and they just prescribed the medicine honestly, and as for the others, they still don't talk too much.

"Sixi father-in-law, I want to wait for E-niang to drink the medicine, can I go back? I want to go to the kitchen to decoct the medicine for my mother, which can be regarded as filial piety. Ji Wanrong looked at Sixi pitifully, and then said in a low voice, with a bit of pleading.

Sixi's attitude towards Ji Wanrong is quite good, and now she is the woman favored by the master, so he naturally responds.

"Cheng, there is still half an hour, and it is too late, then the slave will send Wei Langzhong back to get the medicine first, and then he will come to pick up Gege." Sixi thought about it, and then said, after he sent Wei Chenfeng away, he could go back and report to his master.

"It's the best." Ji Wanrong nodded again and again, and then smiled and watched the two leave.

Fucha got up from the bed, was so frightened that he was sweating, and hurriedly asked Granny Cai to boil medicine for Ji Wanrong.

This medicine is very strong, and it cannot be decocted for too long, and it is enough to cook it for a quarter of an hour on high heat.

Looking at the bowl of black soup on the table, it stinks even more than what I ate at noon.

Ji Wanrong couldn't help retching for a while just by smelling the smell, and tears were stirred up.

Fucha sat aside and saw his daughter's pitiful appearance, so he couldn't bear it, so he said uncomfortably: "Rong'er, if only forget it." ”

"Nope." These words seemed to be an encouragement to Ji Wanrong, and after she finished speaking, she took the medicine bowl and drank it in one go.

The taste is really unpleasant, and it is even more bitter than the strongest coffee.

And the bitterness of this Chinese medicine is not as mellow as coffee.

After drinking the medicine, Fucha immediately handed Ji Wanrong mouthwash and preserved fruit to relieve the taste in his mouth.

This bowl of traditional Chinese medicine went down, and Ji Wanrong's hanging heart could be regarded as falling.

In the future, even if you are slept with Yinzhen, you don't have to worry about having a big belly.

Not long after, the people from the pharmacy sent Chinese medicine back, and seeing that Sixi did not follow, Fucha asked Granny Cai to decoct the medicine.

When Sixi came, Ji Wanrong happened to bring Chinese medicine from the kitchen back to the house.