"Wow Wow"

The distant sky gradually brightened up with the blue and white of a fish's belly, however, the Guiyun Villa, which had been silent all night, was suddenly broken by an abrupt and extremely harsh sound. ()

And not long after this, about the time of a cup of tea, another piercing cry followed, and the sound of the vertical and orderly seemed to be accompanied by the previous sudden sound, and the two sang and harmonized, and after listening to it for a long time, it seemed to give people such an illusion.

The sound echoed and fermented in the mountain stream and clouds, and outside the side hall of Guiyunzhuang, the originally huge open space had already been crowded by many disciples of the mountain villa who had rushed to the ground at this moment.

Some of the disciples stepped on their feet, followed the origin of the sound, and looked into the hall through the crowded crowd, but at a glance, except for the human head, it was still the human head

"Ninety percent of the disciples in the entire mountain villa are here."

I don't know who it is in the crowd, infected by the surrounding atmosphere, I don't want to let out such an exclamation in the dark, although the voice is soft, but the field is more silent, so a considerable number of people still hear it.

Everyone was reminiscing about the meaning of this sentence in their hearts, and it was not long before they understood the endless meaning contained in this sentence just from his almost unanimous gaze.

Since the owner of the village went out to look for Wuji Dan but has not returned for a long time, some old disciples of Guiyun Villa have been worried all day long, and they have lived in panic, for fear that one day the people in the village will be disheartened, and the Guiyun Villa that has lost people's hearts will be scattered as soon as it is shot, and it will be completely over.

But now it seems that Guiyun Villa, which has experienced the disappearance of the owner, the fall of the young lady and internal and external troubles, not only has not declined in strength, but it looks more like it is better than before

A look of pride or pride unconsciously appeared on everyone's faces, and then continued to hold their breath and gaze, staring at the closed door of the dormitory not far away

At this time, in the dormitory that everyone was looking forward to, Mo Li, who was slightly tired, was reclining on the side of the bed, and among his hands that continued to shake gently, a white and chubby baby was lying in the center with a big grin.

It's just that she should be extremely comfortable, but at the moment she is wrinkling a chubby little face, and in a small mouth that is not big, she unexpectedly let out bursts of loud and piercing cries.

"How?" On the side, Hongwen, who still had a sling tied to one hand, asked Chaogong Che with a worried face.

Hearing Hongwen's question, Gong Che, who has always been calm and light, unconsciously had a touch of sadness on his face at this moment.

"You speak, Erbao, is there anything wrong with her?" Hongwen, who was anxious, pulled Gong Che's arm, and there was a posture that as long as Gong Che didn't make his words clear, Hongwen would not let go.

Gong Che, who was already a little upset, was pulled by Hongwen, and he looked even more irritable, but when he wanted to flick his sleeves and shake off Hongwen, he inadvertently met the eyes of other people in the room, and the action of wanting to shake off was strangled in the cradle.

Gong Che got rid of everyone's eyes and slowly looked in the direction of Mo Li next to the bed, but his eyes were straight to Mo Li as soon as he turned around

He may not care about others, but

As soon as he thought of Mo Li's extremely worried eyes, Gong Che felt helpless to disarm and surrender in an instant.

"Erbao, she actually just caught a cold."

When Gong Che said this, his face was very ugly.

"Catch a cold?!" Hearing Gong Che's answer, the people present, including Mo Li, breathed violently, and then their faces were incredulous.

Although they didn't know what kind of illness Erbao had, from Gong Che's gradually ugly face, they all thought it was a terrible illness, but they didn't expect it

"I said Gong Che, you bastard, don't you see that everyone is worried about this, you still have the leisure to joke here?!" Just when everyone was in a dream, Qing Cang on the side couldn't help but speak out, and his words seemed to be filled with a vague anger.

"How am I kidding?" Gong Che asked with a puzzled expression, "Erbao, is she really feverish because of the cold last night?" ”

"Then why did you have a look of imminent calamity, which scared us all and thought that the little lady had some incurable disease!"

"Bah, don't say unlucky things!" Hongwen suddenly interjected, holding Gong Che's right hand tightly and clenching it a little again.

"Since it's just a fever, then you hurry up and prescribe a prescription to grab the medicine, and I'll fry it myself, old man."

"This"

Gong Che looked at the two treasures in Mo Li's arms, and his hesitant tone seemed to have something unspeakable.

At this moment, Gong Che only felt that he was almost about to be stared straight out of a hole by the fiery eyes of this group of people, but he could only do this, and he couldn't do anything substantial, just because

"Wow"

Just when Gong Che was standing in silence, on the bed, Dabao, who had just stopped crying for a while, quickly rested again, and once again maintained a seamless cooperation with Erbao's "singing and harmonizing".

The instantly increased cry hit the already worse everyone head-on again, in addition to the unbearable screeching sound, but more for the hoarseness carried in the cry, and felt heartache.

"Why are you stunned, don't you hurry?!" Hongwen pulled Gong Che and was about to go to the bookcase on the side, not far from the bookcase, Qing Cang had already sharpened the ink for it, laid the rice paper, and prepared everything

Gong Che, who was pulled by Hongwen and sat in front of the bookcase, looked at the white paper in front of him with a pen, but unexpectedly did not write for a long time.

"I can't do it"

Finally, under the hot gaze of Hongwen and others, Gong Che, a generation of medical saints, said the first sentence of his life to give up.

"What's wrong?!"

This time, not only Hongwen and the others blew up, but even Mo Li, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time and was silent, asked suspiciously.

"Miss, if it's just an ordinary person with a fever and a cold, Gong Che and I will take a prescription to ensure that the medicine is cured, but"