The women in the room were stunned.

"You...... What are you talking about?" Mrs. Choi whispered in disbelief.

Mu Jiaojiao nodded. "These are the people. Unless they do, Cui Langjun's illness will not be cured. ”

"You're crazy! Those Lang Jun are all Lang Jun from the high-ranking families in Chang'an City, and their status is unspeakably expensive, you actually say that you use them as medicine? Do you want my Cui family to kill themselves?"

"Mrs. Cui, you misunderstood what I meant. When I say that I use those people as medicine, I don't want to use their flesh and blood, but because - your Da Langjun's body is not sick, what he really gets sick is actually his heart. Mu Jiaojiao said without hurrying or slowing.

As soon as these words came out, a group of women became even more confused.

But Dr. Qiu seemed to think of something: "Mu Niangzi, why did you say this? and why is his illness in the heart?"

"Since you all said that there is nothing abnormal in the Golden Needle Probe Acupoint, it means that he is in good health, and the matter has nothing to do with his body. If I'm not mistaken, he must have broken his leg many years ago! and that time he was so long in bed that he almost couldn't stand up. Mu Jiaojiao said.

Mrs. Cui and Mrs. Cui both changed their faces suddenly.

Mrs. Cui looked at Mrs. Cui without saying anything, and Mrs. Cui sighed in a low voice: "You are right. More than ten years ago, he accidentally fell off a rockery while playing with people in the yard, broke his legs, and lay down for more than a year before he could get back up. At one point, the doctor said that his leg would never get better. But in the end, he got back on his feet!"

Mu Jiaojiao's head was bright. "That's it. ”

"What is it?" Cui Ying's wife, Zheng, was puzzled.

The days of bed recuperation that year had a great psychological shadow on him, and there must have been people who said a lot of ugly things in his ears at that time, and he quietly remembered them in his heart. After this fall, the memories of the past came to his face, and he was worried and scared, thinking too much, so he couldn't stand up. ”

"You're talking nonsense! Isn't it just that he has been bedridden for more than a year, and he has survived it all in the end? And now, my grandson is both talented and beautiful, and the six arts of poetry and writing are all outstanding. Where did he come from? Only those people have a shadow on him, it's almost the same!" Old Lady Cui roared angrily.

"These are just the appearances you see. How old was he when the accident happened, less than ten years old, right? How can a child at a young age not be afraid of the fact that he is very likely to be crippled? It's just that because the Cui family has been well raised, he also buried such thoughts in his heart and never said it. But once the same situation is encountered, the memories of the past will sweep over, and after the effect of time, it will be surging and unstoppable. Even, if he encounters a similar situation on weekdays, his heart will fluctuate. Such fluctuations are generally reflected in some of his small movements, or nightmares at night. In the face of Mrs. Cui's anger, Mu Jiaojiao was neither humble nor arrogant.

When Zheng heard this, he suddenly shuddered. "A year ago, Da Lang and I went back to my mother's house to attend my grandfather's birthday banquet, when my nephew fell while walking, and cried on the spot. At night, he had a nightmare, and I remember him yelling, 'I'm not a cripple, I'm not a little piece of waste,' and things like that. But then I woke him up and he was fine. ”