When Zhao Wen woke up for the third time and opened his eyes, the room was already bright.

There were a lot of people in the house this time.

In addition to the beautiful woman I saw at night, there was also a pair of old people, supporting each other and standing aside.

There was another person who looked like Lang Zhong, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes drooping slightly, and his right hand was caressing Zhao Wen's veins to take his pulse.

Seeing Zhao Wen wake up at this time, the man withdrew his hand and said, "Well, it's good to wake up." The pulse is weak and weak, and the body is drawn by the cold wind, so I will prescribe a few medicines to ward off the cold and replenish the deficiency, drink it for a few days, and I can recover without worrying too much. ”

Everyone in the house hurriedly invited Lang Zhong to sit down at a wooden table in the house.

The person opened the wooden box he was carrying......

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