Chapter 6: The Flower Thief

Long Yi came back with a shovel, and what he saw was Jun Chengcheng who was lying on his back, and people who were talking, and Lin Ximeng, who patted his ass and was about to leave. Long Yi immediately threw down the hoe and hurriedly went up to help the king and the city, in fact, it was not that no one helped him, but that he did not allow it.

"Master!" Long Yi helped Jun Chengcheng up and found that he was bleeding from seven orifices, it couldn't be that his condition was getting worse again! Long Yi immediately looked at Lin Ximeng.

"Miss Lin, please save my master! He's dying! Long Yi almost shouted this sentence with a crying voice. Lin Ximeng frowned, it's over! She won't be angry with King Anping on the street! What to do? Do you grease the soles of your feet or stay to save people?

Lin Ximeng is very entangled!

"Miss Lin? You won't be the female doctor in Zhengde Medical Center who boasts of Haikou! A woman pointed at Lin Ximeng and said, Lin Ximeng grinned embarrassedly!

"Ouch! Dr. Lin! You'd better hurry up and save people! Look at how angry you make people bleed! The woman continued, and as soon as these words came out, everyone once again despised Lin Ximeng.

Lin Ximeng strode around, Long Yi had already picked up Jun Chengcheng, and Lin Ximeng saw blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils. Immediately pulled out his legs and followed Long Yi into the room.

No way! Uncle Jun! I just don't want to have anything to do with you! Will you die as a martyr? It seems that we don't have such deep affection! Lin Xi dreamed, you just want to die. I have to get out of the marriage first!

Long Yi put Jun Chengcheng on the bed, and Lin Ximeng hurriedly checked his injuries, and then took his pulse. Long Yi also took advantage of this time to quickly call another secret guard to ask for a doctor, regardless of whether Jun Chengcheng was willing or not.

The more Lin Ximeng took the pulse, the more frightened he became. It took a long time to let go of the hand that was holding Jun Qingcheng, and asked Long Yi with a solemn expression.

"Your master, it's not sick, it's poisoned."

"I know." Ryuichi replied.

"And poisoning, more than five years." Lin Ximeng affirmed. Ryuichi nodded in surprise.

"Miss Lin, how do you know?"

Lin Ximeng gave him a blank look! Didn't he just see him take his pulse?

"And, your master...... The reason for hemiplegia is because of poisoning, and it is gradually deepening, initially starting from the center of the foot, slowly, and now it is almost deep into the waist, right? What Lin Ximeng said was actually quite light. Ryuichi's eyes widened! See if she can tell the symptoms, can she cure it?

"Miss Lin, can you cure it?"

Lin Ximeng didn't answer him, but instead stretched out his finger and poked a certain male part of Jun Allure.

"Here, I'm afraid I'm unconscious!" Actually, what Lin Ximeng said is, I'm afraid it won't be able to stand up here!

Long Yi's eyes widened like a copper bell, not only because of Lin Ximeng's words, but also because his master woke up! His eyes were still staring at the place where Lin Ximeng's finger was placed! Although he wears a mask, he knows it when he thinks about it with his leg hair. The face under the mask of his master will definitely not blush at this moment, but will still be dark and dull!

"Miss Lin, can you take your hand back?" Long Yi hurriedly reminded Lin Ximeng, but unfortunately she didn't understand. The fingers kept poking!

"When your master wakes up, you tell him. If you want to be a normal man, then give me ten thousand taels of silver, and if you want to detoxify, then give me a shop as a reward! "It's not Lin Ximeng's lion who opened his mouth! He had this symptom. If it is modern, it is impossible to cure without 1.8 million yuan, because the treatment cycle is long, and the drugs used are both precious and numerous. Therefore, she consciously did not ask him to charge herself according to the modern rate, which is already very good. Because one tael of silver in this era, when converted, is almost a thousand yuan in modern times.