Midget.

Chi Jing said so much, but the famous doctor was the first to notice this word, knowing that it was a disease brought about by the mother and fetus in the congenital nature, and the pathology was unknown and there was no cure.

He had only seen rough descriptions of dwarfism in books, and there were only a handful of words, but he had never seen a real dwarf. I never expected him to meet him, but he didn't know that the other party was a dwarf, and what he didn't expect was that Miss Chi was so well-read... His admiring eyes locked on her even more, completely ignoring Nie Yihan, who was becoming more and more displeased.

Through the eyes of the famous doctor, she saw that the image that remained before the last light in his eyes disappeared was frozen on a black, lotus-like plant that exuded a mysterious aura.

Compared with the person who harmed him, he should be more concerned and regretful that there is only one step between himself and the snow mountain ink lotus.

A doctor with a benevolent heart should not die so innocently and hastily, not to mention that it was himself who went to collect medicine to heal, and indirectly died for himself, and Chi Jing couldn't stand idly by.

There was silence at this time.

She knew it would be hard to get them to believe it for no reason. Ever since in her previous life, she spat on and drove out of the door as a bad demon girl because she couldn't bear to go around admonishing others in the hope that others would avoid disasters in time, and she put away her heart of the Virgin.

It's just that it still caught the attention of the human psychic research center.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she is like a death-like existence, ominous and terrifying, and in this regard, she is no different from the previous Lan Yimo. The corners of Chi Jing's mouth bent helplessly.

…

"Thanks, girl, for informing." The famous doctor thoroughly digested the meaning of Chi Jing's words, and slowly opened his voice. From the time he entered the door to the present, there was not much emotion revealed except for the surprise just now, and it was really a standard facial paralysis.

Chi Jing couldn't see anything in his expression, couldn't figure out his true thoughts, and didn't know if he was going to heart or not, so he had to sigh and let him go, anyway, what she said was already here. So he changed the topic and said: "With all due respect, the famous doctor should have peeled off my face first when he planned to heal me?" ”

The famous doctor's eyes flashed with approval.

Nie Yihan was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly shouted: "That's not cured, it's not cured, Chi Jing is gone!" ”

I blame myself for a lot of things, and I want this kid to do something! Chi Jing's face can't be cured if it can't be cured, he doesn't dislike it at all, he will raise her for a lifetime, so why should she suffer such a huge pain again in vain?

This is a living peel off the skin of a person from his face, Nie Yihan shuddered at the thought of that scene, and he just wanted to give himself a few ear scrapers! But thinking of the idea of raising her for the rest of her life that had just flashed, his face was red, and he wanted to bury himself in a hole in the ground.

And Chi Jing, like a famous doctor, chose to completely ignore Nie Yihan at this time, and the two discussed with great interest. She really wants to see how these doctors in ancient times achieved scar removal and plastic surgery without medical equipment operation and auxiliary equipment.

From the depth of peeling to the dressing, which herb has a better muscle-building effect, the maximum recovery is a few percent, and even what emergencies and sequelae will be, all of them have been thoroughly discussed. But Chi Jing wondered why the famous doctor emphasized the phrase "very painful" so many times in the process of this discussion?

Thinking of a terrifying possibility, she weakly asked a final question: "Famous doctor, you... It wouldn't be that you were going to give me hemp boiling powder, right? ”

"Hemp boiling, yes, what?" The famous doctor looked at her with great interest, and after this conversation, he found that Miss Chi was like a treasure, not only able to understand his treatment methods that were not accepted by the world, but also to propose improvements. I was going to follow Nie Yihan over to take a look and go back to continue studying the medical scriptures, but at this time he changed his mind and wanted to stay tonight and talk with Miss Chi at night...

There was a resentful gaze beside him that kept silently stabbing at him like a sharp blade, and he was unconscious.

…

What is hemp boiling powder?

I never expected to hear such an answer, and now it was Chi Jingkou's turn to be stunned. It is created by Hua Tuo, a miracle doctor that even three-year-old children have heard of, 1,600 years earlier than the West, and needs to be taken with wine, both in the Chinese medicine and Western medicine circles are very controversial, legendary, long-lost, no side effects, necessary for medical practice, ancient anesthetic - Ma Boiling San!

"Y-have you ever heard of Hua Tuo?" Chi Jing asked with a tight throat.

"Of course I've heard of it!" The famous doctor respectfully arched his hand towards the sky, "The famous divine doctor Hua Tuo is known to everyone!" ”

There are blond children who have never heard of English. Have you heard of Hua Tuo's name, but you haven't heard of Ma Boiling San? What kind of existence is this Eastern Departure Country? Where does the spread of information from the outside world come from? Why do we all know one but not the other? As a double idiot of history and geography, Chi Jing only felt numb.

…

Just when Chi Jing was happily a guest in the Rakshasa Building, the sky had already turned upside down in the Wuhua Courtyard.

"Someone kidnapped her." The room was not messy, but the paper scattered on the desk and the ink-stained pen that had fallen on the paper proved that Chi Jing was stunned and hastily taken away without warning. Dongfang Le's face turned blue, remembering the man in black who was killed by her last time. Who did she offend, and the other party was so persistent in asking her for trouble?

The jade bottle and Lan Yimo were both panicked when they heard this, and the six gods had no owner.

Dongfang Le said again: "Don't worry, her life is not in danger for the time being." "Otherwise, all they see is a cold corpse.

Not having it for the time being doesn't mean it hasn't been for a while. If you don't have it today, what about tomorrow? But the world is big, and I don't know where to start if you want to find someone - Lan Yimo, Lan Yimo, what is the use of you, you can't help anything! Something happened to the girl, and you can only hide like a turtle with a shrunken head! Lan Yimo turned around and went back to the room in pain, and a stubbornness flashed in his eyes.

The jade bottle was so anxious that she almost wrung the handkerchief in her hand, and decided to ignore what the girl had said, "Don't trouble Young Master Wansheng in everything", and walked in the direction of Wanjia in three steps and two steps.

In the blink of an eye, only Dongfang Le, who was completely left out in the cold, was left in place with a black face: "I'm a dignified marquis, why don't you come to ask me for a way?" ”

Although he is used to being alone, his Yongle Marquis Mansion is also full of talents, and he has a group of guards with high martial arts all year round. What's more, he and her are now partners in the restaurant, isn't it more famous for him to come forward to save her? Why didn't the first thing they think of was his Oriental music?

"Hmph." Flicking his sleeves, Dongfang Le walked away - don't think that only you will move the rescuers.

…

"Well, I see, you can step down." Wan Sheng was indifferent when he heard this, and said coldly.

Gray Shadow took a step forward and wanted to speak, but saw the prefect's wife standing behind Wan Sheng who seemed to admire the calligraphy and painting in her hand, lowered her eyes, and retreated.

There was a moment of silence in the study.

The prefect's wife raised her eyelids and looked out of the door, lowered her head and looked at the painting carefully, and bowed her head with satisfaction: "Good painting, good words, worthy of being a famous artist." Only people like us deserve to have such good paintings. Sheng'er, let's have dinner with my mother tonight, and I specially ordered the kitchen to make your favorite osmanthus fish. ”

"Yes, Mother." Wan Sheng smiled, but the smile was a little reluctant no matter how you looked at it.