Wen Jinfang looked down and saw that on Yan Fenghuan's white palm, there were more than a dozen jade-colored leaves lying quietly.

It looks like a banyan leaf, but the spiritual light visible to the naked eye is in it.

Although he didn't cultivate, he had been dealing with spiritual herbs for so many years.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this was definitely a top-grade spiritual plant, and it was at least a thousand years old.

Wen Jinfang looked at her, and for the first time there was a little surprise in his eyes.

"I'm not good at healing, and in your case, there is only so much a Wood Monk can do. There is pure vitality in this spirit leaf, which should help your old wounds, you can try again." Yan Fenghuan frowned slightly and explained softly.

Wen Jinfang's body is now weaker than ordinary people, and he has no spiritual power to protect his body.

The requirements for old wounds to heal are high, which means that it takes a wooden monk to use more majestic power to do so.

But with his current body, I'm afraid that as soon as the wood monk makes a move, the old injuries will have to be added to the new ones before they are healed.

And now her body strength is also unbalanced, and she can't do this kind of delicate treatment.

Seeing that Wen Jinfang didn't accept it, Yan Fenghuan blinked, frowned slightly, and said seriously, "I'm serious."

"I'm not skeptical." Wen Jinfang said in a low voice, "It's just a little ......."

For the first time, he was hesitant in his tone, as if he didn't know what to say.

Yan Fenghuan didn't hurry, and the steps under his feet were a little slower, but his hand always maintained the movement of handing him the leaves.

After a while, Wen Jinfang stretched out his hand to take it and sighed, "Thank you."

"You've said it today." Yan Fenghuan withdrew his hand.

Wen Jinfang shook his head: "One yard has to be one yard."

Yan Fenghuan was speechless for a while.

At this time, Wen Jinfang smiled faintly again, and said softly: "Actually, this injury, if it weren't for me being in the Wen family and borrowing the convenience of the Spirit Martial Realm, it would not even be possible to recover to what it is today."

Yan Fenghuan's footsteps were almost invisible.

Wen Jinfang was very calm and continued, "Except that I can no longer go to the operating table, I am actually no different from ordinary people. If you insist more, you will be a little dissatisfied."

Biting the inner wall of his mouth slightly, Yan Fenghuan's expression did not change: "I didn't get in the way of others, I just wanted a better result, why do you want it?"

"yes." Wen Jinfang suddenly laughed, his beautiful eyes seemed to be plated with a layer of starlight, "So I was just a little surprised just now, we actually thought of going together."

Yan Fenghuan was stunned and looked up at him.

The latter's eyes were slightly bent, and he continued, "After the injury, I heard a lot of voices, but no one told me to try again."

"I've been preparing to study for this all the time......

He lowered his head, and his smile became more pronounced: "But the unexpected joy always makes people grateful. So, this thank you is indispensable."

「……」

Yan Fenghuan's pupils dilated slightly, as if he didn't expect him to confess so much.

But she knew he was telling the truth.

If she hadn't noticed today that his injuries hadn't healed, she hadn't given the Banyan Spirit Leaf.

Then he himself will surely "keep studying" on it, as he said.

In fact, to put it mildly, she thinks it's called dead.

Bong is rarely attached to anything, but he is often stubborn about the things he maintains or focuses on.

He always wants to get the best out of his ability.

Even in the eyes of outsiders, the price he paid was far higher than what he received.

It's still sweet.

Even in today's situation, it is still the case.

Stubborn and resolute.

Su Xuming used to say that if the person who brought her since she was a child was not a concubine, then her dog temper would be at least half less.

Thinking of this, Yan Feng laughed

"Looks like you're really enjoying being a doctor."

Wen Jinfang paused for a moment, then smiled and bowed his head.

went around and around, but I didn't expect to still do the work of saving people and treating injuries.

Yan Fenghuan shook his head, a little helpless, but his heart softened inexplicably.

"Then why did you study the spirit weapon again?" Yan Fenghuan asked.

"I want to see if there is a way to make up for the lack of hands by improving the sensitivity of the equipment." Wen Jinfang looked at his right hand and explained frankly.

Yan Fenghuan was dumbfounded for a moment, and then reluctantly smiled: "You really have a lot of methods."

Wen Jinfang also smiled: "Since you have the opportunity, you won't lose by trying more."

「……」

Yan Fenghuan nodded and didn't ask any further.

I have thought of the method on the spiritual weapon, presumably the medical Tao pharmacology, and I have tried everything I can.

Such a secret wound can be repaired in half a breath if it is put on him back then.

However, now, he only has a body that is much weaker than ordinary people.

Without memory, without cultivation, even a slightly stronger elixir can't withstand it.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself", she really didn't expect that one day, she would be able to *** on him.

In this way, she didn't know for a while that if she could return to the world in such a way, whether it was Heavenly Dao's favor or punishment for him.

Wen Jinfang noticed that she was depressed, so he tried to change the topic in a loud voice: "Just now, that black pattern, is it also a formation diagram?"

Yan Fenghuan glanced up at him suddenly, and then turned his gaze away unnaturally.

Wen Jinfang was just looking for a random topic, but he didn't expect her to react so much.

"I'm sorry—"

After a brief silence, Wen Jinfang smiled and was about to say something else.

But seeing Yan Fenghuan close his eyes, he replied to his words: "It's a half-finished product."

"How?" Wen Jinfang answered softly.

Yan Fenghuan didn't look at him again, but just explained in a low voice: "Halfway through the study, I didn't think it was good, so I gave up."

After the great change in the Li Kingdom, she was completely out of control for a while.

My heart is full of strong malice, and I only feel that the sins of the world are difficult to fill, and I only feel that everyone should taste the consequences.

Soon, she began to study the formation.

A "vicious" formation that can stir up the chain of cause and effect in the world, bring away blessings and evils, and lead all the evil consequences in reincarnation together.

This is the only product in her life that has been created in a state of complete uncontrol.

Later, for some reason, halfway through the study, she suddenly sobered up.

She didn't know how she was able to get rid of the magic barrier, but looking at this half-finished product, she was stunned for a long time, and finally stopped researching.

And because this array can only be regarded as a semi-finished product, it takes a lot of power just to start.

The effect was also much worse than she expected, and it was only limited to reincarnation in the current world.

But today, it is used to deal with the three members of the Zuo family, and it is considered to be a success.

Sometimes she also wondered if it was the nature of the demon clan that affected her during that time, or whether she herself violated her heart and fell into the demon path.

But even she didn't want to think about this matter, so how should she tell Wen Jinfang?

Yan Fenghuan's heart was chaotic, and he didn't notice that he had been out of his mind for too long.

Seeing her like this, Wen Jinfang nodded with a light smile, and his tone was the same: "I see."

Then he said casually, "Then may I ask whose post you are here?"

"Huh?" Yan Fenghuan looked up in a daze, and happened to meet Wen Jinfang's softly smiling eyes.

What post? Pro? How did you get to that?

Yan Fenghuan frowned.

He turned the topic too quickly, Yan Fenghuan was still in the mood of the previous question, and his brain hadn't kept up at the moment.

blinked unconsciously, Yan Fenghuan subconsciously replied, "My senior brother's ......"

As soon as the words came out, she suddenly sobered up.

With a "snap", she slapped her head hard and closed her eyes in frustration.

This big action made Ji Linxing, who was following behind him, stunned.

"She's really ruthless...... What's going on, beating yourself so hard?" Ji Linxing muttered.

Jiang Xiaoyue also looked ahead with some concern.

Yan Fenghuan estimated what means were used, causing them to be not far away, but they couldn't hear anything clearly.

But it doesn't look like there's anything big going on.

So they could only stare after them.

And Wen Jinfang was also taken aback by Yan Fenghuan's action, and then he glanced at Yan Fenghuan's forehead.

Some red.

With her physical fitness, she can still be red and swollen instantly, which shows that she really worked hard just now.

"Is this question so scary?" Wen Jinfang asked helplessly.

"......" You know horror, too.

Yan Fenghuan glanced at him numbly.

Handwriting is something that is acquired.

So she never thought that Wen Jinfang's handwriting was still exactly the same as back then!

When she saw some ancient characters in his handwriting on the medicine book, she knew that she might suffer.

In the eyes of others, the styles of her and Wen Jinfang's characters are very different, and no one will be connected at all.

But her handwriting is taught by stroke by stroke.

Later, in order to sharpen her temperament, Feng planned to force her to come to a lot of posts he wrote.

The handwriting of the two of them was once so similar that they couldn't tell the difference.

It's just that after years of hard work, she has a lot of anger in her heart, so her handwriting style is sharper.

The styles are very different, so the effect of writing looks completely out of place.

But if you observe more, you will notice that the handwriting habits of the two of them are actually very similar.

Not to mention Wen Jinfang himself.

Originally, seeing that he didn't have a superfluous reaction, I thought he had no memory, so I didn't notice this problem.

But looking at it now, I'm afraid he not only noticed, but also guessed a lot from what she said.

And the sentence "my senior brother" she just said didn't admit herself.

Between the two of them, the awkward and tangled emotions in Yan Fenghuan's heart, because he mentioned the formation diagram, were completely dispersed in an instant.

For a moment, she didn't know which topic to continue with.

After a long silence, she unconsciously pursed her mouth and exhaled, before she raised her eyes to look at him.

"What do you want to ask—"

Her words sounded like a question, but she didn't wait for Wen Jinfang to answer,

And she said very seriously, "I can't even answer, really."

Scoundrel and sincere.

It is impossible to tell whether she is telling the truth or a lie for a while.