Everyone dispersed, there was no excitement to watch, things were done, Mingshu was holding a snack and preparing to withdraw.

Qingchen appeared in front of her without warning, and a strange fragrance came to her nose.

A big man looks like this, do you want to nod your face.

Mingshu subconsciously hugged the snack, shrank back, and stared vigilantly at a certain flower butterfly, "What are you doing?" ”

Suddenly out of nowhere, want to grab my snacks?

Qingchen laughed, "Why are you like that little beast?" "It's all so protective.

Mingshu wanted to refute something, but she swallowed back when the words came to her lips, "It's okay, don't get in the way." ”

Qingchen leaned to the side and gave way to Mingshu, "Weaver girl, I can be regarded as doing you a lot of favors today, don't you really think about treating me?" ”

"I didn't ask you." She can handle it herself, who made him suddenly jump out, blocking me from pretending.

"Anyway, it turned out that I helped you, didn't I?" Qingchen shamelessly took the credit on himself.

Mingshu glanced at him, rarely without rebuttal.

Because Qingchen is telling the truth.

Mingshu doesn't like to owe favors, even if the favor is not what she wants, but the other party gives it.

But......

She really didn't want to treat the flower butterfly who robbed her of her snacks.

Mingshu didn't say a word, and buried his head and walked forward.

Qingchen grinded his teeth, resisted the urge to break the character, and caught up with Mingshu.

"Weaver girl, how on earth are you willing to treat me?" Qingchen grabbed Mingshu, "Is it so difficult to see a doctor?" ”

He just wanted to see a doctor.

It's that simple!!

"How on earth are you willing to let me go, there are so many doctors in this world, is it difficult for you to find a new one?" Mingshu dragged back his clothes.

Qingchen continued to hold on, "But only you can cure my illness." ”

Mingshu dragged it back, "What's the disease?" ”

"Lovesickness."

“……”

Qingchen blurted out, and finally realized that something was wrong, but when the words were spoken, he could only squeeze out a smile and said calmly: "So this disease can only be cured by the weaving girl." ”

chased her into your hands, are you afraid that she won't treat yourself?

What a genius!

"You'd better go back and die." Mingshu was about to leave with his clothes.

Lovesick your uncle!

He wants to die, right?

Qingchen: "......"

There is a saying that MMP doesn't know whether to say it or not.

Qingchen adjusted his mood and revealed a signature charm, "Is the weaver girl going to be ungrateful?" ”

Forget! Kindness! Negative! Righteousness!

Mingshu wanted to shake him off his ungrateful face.

Mingshu shoved two mouthfuls of dim sum into his mouth, "It's okay to treat you, after you are cured, you are not allowed to appear in front of me again, not in this life." ”

"Okay." Qingchen smiled and agreed.

Do you think Lao Tzu wants to see you?

If it weren't for this task, he would have strangled her a long time ago.

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Mingshu took out the tools that were about to fall into dust, and sat in the courtyard decently, quite with the momentum of a miracle doctor.

Qingchen sat opposite her, the aura between the two was weird, and no one broke the silence, as if they could laugh a little longer than anyone else.

Hui Xue stood aside, looking at her young lady for a while, and Qingchen for a while.

What is this doing?

Is it better to smile than anyone?

Needless to say, Miss must be good-looking!

"Weaver girl." Qingchen couldn't help but break the silence, and when he laughed again, his face froze, "Let's start." ”

What to worry about with the snake spirit, he should be generous.

Hearing this, Mingshu took out a candied fruit from the small cloth bag next to him and stuffed it in his mouth, flicked his sleeves domineeringly, and motioned for Qingchen to take it over.

Qingchen suddenly felt a little apprehensive, and carefully put his hand over.

Mingshu's hands were warm, just like she felt to people.

There was a layer of light on her body, and her figure was hazy.

A breeze swept through the courtyard and green branches swayed.

Qingchen shook slightly.

The inch of skin she was holding began to burn, and the coagulated blood began to circulate.

The temperature quickly disappeared, Qingchen looked up at the woman opposite, the woman smiled slightly, and asked, "What do you think is wrong?" ”

Qingchen: Who is the patient in the "......"?

A doctor asked a patient if you thought you were sick?!

Have it!!

If he wants to know what kind of illness he is, why does he need a doctor?

Is there a bit of a work ethic!!

"It runs in families."

His father had never lived to be twenty-six, and he was only five years old that year, and he watched him die in front of him, and he still seemed to see him in pain.

I heard that his grandfather also died at the age of twenty-six, so there is an unwritten rule in their family that they must marry when they become adults to ensure the inheritance of the bloodline.

However, he felt that such pain should not exist for the next generation, so he violated the rules and never got married.

"What do you think of Miss Weaver?" He didn't miss this disease, but most of them said that he couldn't be saved.

"It's not a big deal." Mingshu propped his chin, "You're probably poisoned." ”

Qingchen almost killed Mingshu with a mouthful of salt soda, firmly believing that after so many years of family inheritance, it turned out to be just poisoning? Probably, can it be reliable?

It's not quacks, is it? Or did she want to take advantage of the opportunity to kill herself?

"What poison?" He wanted to see what she could say.

Mingshu grinned, "I don't know." ”

Poof-

Don't stop Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants to strangle this snake spirit disease.

"Weaver Girl!!" Qingchen almost gritted his teeth, and after a while, he released his teeth and smiled maliciously: "It seems that the Weaver Girl wants to see me, can't she like me?" ”

"I don't like it." Mingshu smiled even brighter, "After all, your delicate body may not be able to withstand the toss." ”

Qingchen's hairs stood up, police officer, there is an old driver driving here.

Qingchen tried to suppress his furious mood, "Am I really poisoned? ”

The family inheritance of several lifetimes suddenly became poisoned, and he felt that his people had lived in vain.

And what kind of poison is this, so awesome, passed down from generation to generation, thinking that it is a family heirloom?

"Probably."

Qingchen stared at Mingshu for a few seconds, then suddenly got up, propped up the table, and leaned closer to Mingshu, "Can you cure it?" ”

"Maybe." Not very sure of the tone.

It's also the first time I've been a miracle doctor, and I'm not skilled in my business, so it's understandable that I made a mistake or something.

A patient asked the doctor, "What is wrong with me?"

The doctor said you were probably poisoned.

Patient endures.

The patient asked the doctor if my illness could be cured.

Then the doctor replied nonchalantly, maybe it was okay.

Maybe...... Right?

Have you ever thought about the psychological shadow of a patient? What about the duties of a healer?

MMP meets quack.

Qingchen Wuzi pondered for a while, slapped the table and said, "Governance." ”

He had no choice but to govern.

"Cure it, what table do you shoot." Mingshu took the bag of candied fruit in his hand and almost slapped all my snacks off, "Don't get too excited, you're going to die." ”

You're going to die!

Qingchen calmly withdrew his hand and restored the beauty of the flower butterfly bustard, "When will we start curing?" ”

If it can't be cured, strangle this quack doctor.

Mingshu looked up at the sky, "In a few days." ”

"Why?" What are you doing in the sky?

Mingshu just smiled at him and got up to leave.

A ball of colorful rice balls fell out of her sleeve, and the rice balls rolled on the ground a few times, and the fluffy fried hair pushed the easter egg and followed Mingshu away, as if in protest.

"...... let him die."