Chapter Ninety-Four: The Sick Girl Conquers the Stunning Divine Doctor 7

Dongfang Chuqing's body bones were too weak, Shu Ange stayed outside for too long, the wind blew, his body was cold and hot for a while, and he spoke with a slight tremble.

But she still talked to Feng Yunyu in the best state, wanting to leave a good impression on him who was diligent and inquisitive.

Feng Yunyu is so smart, after he put down the medicinal herbs, he walked towards Shu Ange, stopped in front of her wheelchair without a single bit, and bent down slightly.

Shu Ange was a little nervous, even if Feng Yunyu was still some distance away from her, even if she knew that he was not an abrupt person, but when she saw a porcelain-like, almost flawless face up close, she would still feel nervous.

"Please stretch out your hand, the Oriental girl."

Feng Yunyu's voice was always unhurried, as gentle as flowing water, and even with the light on his back, his white jade-like face seemed to have a soft light.

Shu Ange unconsciously stretched out her hand, Feng Yunyu's white and slender fingers came up, and she suddenly realized that he was taking her pulse.

Maybe it was because Shu Ange's wrist was cold, and she could clearly feel the temperature coming from his fingers.

Just when Shu Ange was in a trance, Feng Yunyu had already removed his fingers: "The Oriental girl is weak, the autumn weather is cold and dry, it is not suitable to stop outside for a long time, I will let Cassia grab a few pills for you." ”

"Do you want to take medicine again?"

Shu Ange was actually not so squeamish that she was afraid of taking medicine, but Dongfang Chuqing was almost soaked in a medicine jar, and she originally had to take a certain amount of medicine every day, but now she was going to open a new one, she couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Good medicine is good for disease, the Oriental girl has contracted the cold, if you don't take medicine, you can only apply needles if you drag it out."

“……”

Do you want to get a dry needle, Shu Ange snorted, and said with a dry smile: "Yes, it's good to drink medicine, but can Mr. Feng prescribe some medicine that is not so bitter, I have drunk it since I was a child, and my mouth is about to become bitter." ”

Feng Yunyu nodded slightly, and flicked her sleeve gently: "Cassia, send the Dongfang girl back, don't blow the cold wind." ”

When Shu Ange heard this, he pressed his hand on the wheelchair to stop him: "Thank you, sir, they will send me away." ”

After she finished speaking, she raised her voice and called out for the pothos and the green willow.

The four little maids, whooshing, came out from behind the pond again, and after greeting Feng Yunyu, they each performed their duties and sent Shu Ange to the small building where she lived.

On the way back, Shu Ange felt more and more uncomfortable, her chest hurt and she began to cough, and several maids were very distressed, and they blamed themselves again and again for not taking care of her.

When they came, they reminded Shu Ange to wear a few more clothes, but she refused because she was too cumbersome, and now that she was really hurting the wind and cold, Shu Ange felt that she must pay attention in the future, and she can't be too willful.

Halfway through, Shu Ange met Leng Yexin, who was carrying a food box in his hand and walking in the direction of Tingzhuxuan.

The enemy was very red when he met, and he wore a pink and a pale blue shirt on the cold night, a goose yellow skirt under the shirt, and a small silver lilac on his ears.

Her appearance is indeed outstanding, which reminds Shu Ange of a star, even if she wears a maid's costume, it will not damage her beauty.

After Leng Yexin made a blessing to Shu Ange, she continued to walk forward, and Shu Ange stopped her: "You are the maid next to my eldest brother, Leng Yue, right?" ”

"Yes, what does the young lady command?"

Even if he sneaked into Tianshui Villa to be a slave, Leng Yexin did not have the consciousness to be a slave and maid, and rarely called himself a slave.

She bowed her head slightly, seemingly respectful, but in fact her eyes were full of impatience.

Shu Ange let out a long sigh and raised his delicate willow eyebrows: "Raise your head." ”

Leng Yexin has no good impression of Dongfang Chuqing, in her opinion, the pride of these people is really inexplicable, people are equal to each other, and their posture of being a young brother and a young lady is really tiresome.

But thinking of the purpose of his trip, Leng Yexin clenched the food box in his hand and slowly raised his head.