"Laifu, why is the little young master sick now, doesn't he usually have an attack until midnight?"

The middle-aged housekeeper asked the little guy who came in a hurry, and apologized to Guo Mo and Huang Rong.

"Two, I'm really sorry, my little young master has a bad attack, so I have to go over and lose company." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute," Guo Mo stopped the middle-aged housekeeper in a loud voice, "Uncle, fortunately the uncle took me in, the two of us are grateful, the housemate happens to be rough in Qi Huang's technique, I don't know if I can go over and take a look?" ”

Chatting on weekdays, Guo Mo knows that what Huang Rong is learning now, martial arts can only be ranked behind, his favorite is cooking food, but what he is best at is medical skills, but he has never had the opportunity to show it, and ordinary illnesses are not a problem.

In such a remote village, meeting such a family reveals a different flavor everywhere.

Although I didn't see the master, from these subordinates, it can be seen that the master here must be a good person, and if he can help, he naturally wants to help.

The middle-aged housekeeper was overjoyed when he heard that there was a doctor who could see the little master's illness.

However, when he turned his head and glanced at the "sister" that Guo Mo said, he couldn't help but deny it in his heart.

That's too young, isn't it? Still a female doll.

The middle-aged housekeeper's reaction was all in Guo Mo's eyes.

"That's it, uncle, let's go with you, if we can cure your little master's illness, try our best, if it really doesn't work, it's not too late to think of other methods."

Seeing what Guo Mo said was so true, the middle-aged housekeeper was also very moved, anyway, success or failure is one more chance.

The middle-aged housekeeper no longer refused, so he led the way and walked to the backyard.

"Zhang Zhai", the courtyard of Sanjin, Guo Mo and they just live in the front yard.

After passing through the second gate, I walked for a while, bypassed a clearing, and I didn't know what I was leaving behind before I came to the door of the backyard.

It seems that there are no female dependents in this house now, and the middle-aged housekeeper directly took Guo Mo and Huang Rong into the backyard.

At this time, there are more people in the backyard than in the first two floors.

There was a man who looked like a car owner, who had already prepared the carriage and parked it in the backyard, ready to get in the car and go out.

A few small maids and maids also came out and went in, and when they met the middle-aged housekeeper, they all greeted each other and called "Uncle Cheng".

The housekeeper's name is Zhang Cheng, and he is the son of "Zhang Zhai", and his grandfather served in "Zhang Zhai" in his lifetime.

Zhang Cheng is now the housekeeper of "Zhang Zhai", and the sick little master also grew up watching him, so he is naturally worried.

The three of them came to the bedroom door, "Wait a minute, let me go in first." Zhang Cheng confessed his guilt and pushed the door in first.

Guo Mo and Huang Rong waited under the corridor first.

"Brother Mo, why do you say that I will heal? Looking at the situation in their family, it should not be an ordinary disease, and I am worried that I will not be able to cope with it. ”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Rong whispered to Guo Mo.

"Don't worry, Rong'er, if it's an ordinary problem, you will try your best to cure him, and it will be regarded as the fate of us getting lost and going wrong."

"If it's really a tricky miscellaneous disease, it is estimated that they have also sought countless medical treatments, and it is reasonable that you can't cure it, and no one will blame you." Seeing Huang Rong's nervousness, Guo Mo hurriedly explained.

The time passed a little long, and it was almost two quarters of an hour before Zhang Cheng came out of the house.

"The two forgiveness of the sins, let you wait for a long time, because the little young master has been sick for many years, and it can be said that it is a problem with the fetal belt."

"The lord is heartbroken about this, he has traveled all over the country in the past few years, but his condition has not improved at all, and he is getting more and more ......"

"Originally, I was going home this time, but the master said that it was really destiny, and he had to go home, and he couldn't let the little master be 'gone' outside."

"Because of this snow, the little young master's body is even weaker, and he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the bumps, so he is delayed in this old mansion that does not come back often."

"Just now, I mentioned the matter of the two of you to the master," Zhang Cheng said here, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"At first, I didn't want to trouble the two of you, but then I dared to say a few more words, and finally I wanted to invite you two to come over and have a look." Zhang Cheng's eyes were a little unresolute.

Guo Mo knew in his heart that they must have had a very serious disagreement just now, after all, after running so many places, the disease that could not be seen well for a few years could be cured by just two people who stayed at home?

When these words are spoken, no one can believe them. If Guo Mo encountered such a thing himself, it is estimated that he would not bother that god, so he refused directly.

Come to think of it, it is also this Zhang Cheng who really feels sorry for the little master, and he can't see the child suffering, so he simply "becomes a dead horse doctor".

Guo Mo understands their feelings, and there is no need to expose him, after all, he doesn't have any bottom in his heart, but it just happened to be the meeting, and he wanted to go and see it on a whim.

Guo Mo and Huang Rong followed the housekeeper Zhang Cheng into the house, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine came to their faces.

There weren't many people in the room, and there was a child lying on the bed, who looked like he was five or six years old? Thin and withered, his face was pale, and there was a constant sound of moaning.

There was an old gentleman sitting beside the bed, who was supposed to be a hired healer, who was giving the boy a pulse, shaking his head and sighing as he did so.

A teenage maid, holding a bowl of medicine, stood at the head of the bed, looking at her little master, and kept shedding tears.

There is another person next to him, of medium stature, dressed as an outsider, with a short white face, who looks very kind, and should be in his fifties.

With an anxious and sad face, he didn't even seem to see Guo Mo and the three of them come in, just paying attention to the old gentleman and the child on the bed.

"Master, I've invited those two here." Zhang Cheng stepped forward and said in a low voice.

The member came back to his senses and saw Guo Mo and Huang Rong.

"The two of you went to the house as guests, and the old man had something to do at home, so I hope I forgive me for not being able to entertain him in person." The member spoke first Guo Mo and Huang Rong to apologize.

"Listen to the housekeeper, the two of you know the art of Qihuang, please show it to Xiao'er."

It turned out that the sick child was the old man and the only son of the member.

gave birth to three daughters in a row before, and the eldest was already married and had children.

The sick child looks like he is five or six years old, but his actual age is more than seven years old, but he is sick all year round and does not develop well.

The old gentleman in front of the bed, when he saw another doctor coming in, hurriedly stood up and gave way to his place.

He also wanted to know if anyone could treat the child, after all, he had prescribed his own prescriptions before, but it didn't work.

Huang Rong didn't refuse, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Holding the child's hand, the pulse is called for a while, and the child's pulse beats very weakly, irregularly, and even comes and goes.

Huang Rong opened the child's eyes again, let him open his mouth to look at the tongue coating, grabbed the child's hand again, and called the pulse again.

His brows furrowed, as if he had made a decision, but he was not sure.

In the end, Huang Rong called Guo Mo over, "Brother Mo, you help me help this child up, let him sit down cross-legged, facing in, with his back to me." ”

Guo Mo didn't understand what he meant, glanced at the outsider, and saw that the other party had no objection, so he came to the bed and asked the child to sit cross-legged as Huang Rong said.

Huang Rong stretched out her right hand, pressed it against the child's back, and slowly injected a trace of true qi into the child's meridians.

Huang Rong closed her eyes and felt her true qi running in the child's meridians.

Suddenly, the child shouted, "Cold, cold, I'm cold." ”

Huang Rong hurriedly withdrew his hand, Guo Mo supported the child on the side, and let him lie on the bed again.

"How is Rong'er? Do you know what disease this child has? Guo Mo hurriedly asked.

All the people in the room looked at Huang Rong.

"Three Yin Absolute Pulses!"

For a long time, Huang Rong couldn't believe it, but she spit out four words helplessly.