If you use Han Changsheng's words to sum it up, it is Xie Zhao, only when he falls asleep or closes his mouth, there will be a slight hint of pity flashing.

She is very good at using all kinds of whimsical ways to toss the seven orifices of the people around her into smoke or anger.

A good girl has a mouth that people love and hate, sometimes oily, sometimes sharp, sometimes sloppy.

But when Xie Zhao really quieted down, he felt uncomfortable for the first time.

Even quieter, on the branches of the moon, Ling Or finally returned with the doctor who ran in the medical hall.

However, when the white-haired and sideburns old doctor shook his hand and counted the pulse for a full quarter of an hour, in the end, he was full of doubts and only gave the same conclusion as when Ling He had previously helped Xie Zhao's pulse.

- Born with a weak body, a lack of middle qi, and a lack of energy.

In other words, to put it bluntly, the old doctor meant that Xie Zhao was born with a disease of wealth and wealth in the womb, and he could only pay more attention to his own warmth.

Ling Or and Han Changsheng looked at each other, stopped squeaking, and thoughtfully sent the old doctor out of the door with a lot of money.

However, as soon as they heard it, they thought that this medical hall was just an ordinary medical hall for treating some cold and diarrhea for the people in the city, and the apricot forest skills of the doctor sitting in the hall were not yet at home, and they couldn't see the special name of the body of the person who practiced martial arts.

Although they did not know whether Xie Zhao was born weak, her symptoms were obviously related to the serious injury she had suffered before. Nine times out of ten, the injury was not completely healed, which is why there are some sequelae now.

After Ling He sent the doctor away, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he thought: The pulse of people in martial arts is different from ordinary people due to the continuous shaping of the true qi of the inner breath.

It seems that if you want to really cure Xie Zhao's chronic illness, you still have to find those Xinglin masters on the rivers and lakes who have the ability to take care of their families.

- For example, the free doctor Saint Min and the like.

Thinking of this, I don't know that Mrs. Yu went south with the killer Xiaoniang under the rain in Xiaoxiang, and went to the Wulan Mountains to find the Xiaoyao Doctor Saint for nearly three months, but she had found the whereabouts of that Min Divine Doctor.

He didn't have time to talk to Han Changsheng more, and after sending off the first old doctor, he hurriedly went out to find the next one.

Although he knew that the doctors in the city who could only treat ordinary colds and bruises for ordinary people who did not know martial arts on weekdays were helpless against Xie Zhao's illness, Ling Or was still unwilling to give up.

Overnight, Ling Or almost ran all over the medical halls in Guangling City that were willing to come to the door at night, and successively invited back four or five doctors to return to Xie Zhao to see the disease, but almost all the doctors said the same thing after helping the pulse.

Ling Or and Han Changsheng had no choice but to wait anxiously for the dawn.

The people of the Northern Dynasties are strong and strong, and most of the common minor illnesses pass by, so the business of the medical hall here is not prosperous.

Especially at night, there are really not many medical centers in Guangling City that can still open at night, and even if they are open at night, most of the doctors in the museum can only treat some common fever emergencies.

Perhaps, they can take Xie Zhao to take Xie Zhao to see the famous medical halls in Guangling City after dawn, and maybe they will gain something.

Looking at Xie Zhao's unknown appearance now, they were complicated in their hearts.

Xie Zhao is actually very strange, although her martial arts skills are not high, she has always had a kind of vigilance that is different from ordinary people in the past.

I still remember that at that time, because Ling Or and Han Changsheng had just picked up Xie Zhao, who was extremely injured, they had no choice but to temporarily stay in the guest house in the village where they settled for a while.

At that time, even when Xie Zhao was asleep, whenever someone approached the courtyard where they lived, she would immediately be alert.

The most outrageous thing is that even the wild dogs and wild cats in the village passed by their door at that time, and Xie Zhao, who was lying on the bed with broken legs, suddenly woke up from his dream like a corpse, and then squinted his eyes slightly and looked keenly in the direction of the door.

However, the veins and cover doors are the most important, and people who practice martial arts are generally very taboo to be spied on by others.

And Xie Zhao, who used to be so alert and keen, is now completely unconscious, even if the old doctors who were asked back and forth pinched the cover door vein at the wrist, they were no longer aware of it, and they were unable to sober up and dodge.

Ling He was anxious, and Han Changsheng didn't feel good in his heart.

However, one night, two blisters suddenly appeared in Han Changsheng's mouth.

The most anxious thing is that Xie Zhao is different from that time this time.

At least the fatal injuries on the surface back then were visible to the naked eye, whether it was weakness or pain, they were all clearly displayed in front of their eyes.

But now this time, she obviously seems to be generally fine, but she is so menacing, which is why they are so caught off guard and have no grip.

Ling or frowned, could it be the trick that he had against the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" in Princess Jiuwei's mansion before, what was strange?

They were already prepared, and they planned to take Xie Zhao to the city medical hall early the next morning to have a look.

Who knew that when the night faded and the sky was overcast, Xie Zhao actually breathed a sigh of relief and woke up.

Ling was the first to find out.

Xie Zhao, who had just woken up, was not very conscious, and he did not make a sound.

But because of the hidden discomfort in her lungs, her breathing was obviously a little heavier after she woke up, and Ling who was distracted could hear the difference in her breath, and then found that she was awake.

"Xie Zhao, how do you feel?"

Xie Zhao blinked slowly, his divergent consciousness returned like a tide, and he also remembered the cause and effect before fainting.

Han Changsheng, who hadn't slept all night, didn't hold Ben Zai's dozing, and when he heard the movement, he sat up in a flicker, and his movements were terrifying.

He stared at the bloodshot red eyes, and looked at Xie Zhao who opened his eyes and looked at them with a smile, and was immediately overjoyed!

"Ah Zhao! You, you're awake! ”

Ling Or carefully looked at Xie Zhao's face, and then subconsciously frowned.

Her complexion is still very unsightly.

I don't know if it's because she suddenly lost the cover of the large blue-black birthmark before, so the complexion on her face now looks even paler as snow.

Maybe it's because the vitality is really tenacious, but after a night, Xie Zhao doesn't seem to be in a big deal except for his face that is not very good-looking.

She propped herself up on the bed board and sat up slowly.

"Hey, you two, what's that expression?"

Xie Zhao looked at them with a smile in his eyes and a playful expression.

Although her tone was still lacking, there was still a hint of hoarseness and weakness in her voice.

Han Changsheng saw that she still had the leisure to tease them, and the heart that was hanging high finally let go, and then he was afraid and seemed to be angry:

"Are you embarrassed? You little conscienceless, you scared people to death last night!

How do you feel now? The people of the Ubunbu bullied you, didn't they? What is wrong with you? ”

He asked three questions in a row, not giving anyone a chance to breathe at all.

Xie Zhao coughed, cleared his throat and was about to speak.

In the next moment, he was rushed by the bloody breath in his throat, and immediately frowned like self-disgust.