Seeing Jiang Wan Ziwen in such pain, Jiang Ming felt that the punishment was almost over, and said to Jiang Wan Ziwen again, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, do you know what you did wrong now?"
Jiang Wan Ziwen was stunned for a moment, and then he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "I was wrong."
Although she didn't want to say that she was wrong at all, if she didn't say so now, her ugly appearance would be seen by others.
She didn't want those people to see her ugly appearance.
Jiang Ming nodded, took out a small pill, and spread it into Jiang Wan Ziwen's mouth.
Jiang Wan Ziwen suddenly became a little drowsy, and then immediately returned to normal. He looked at Jiang Ming and said, "Ning Caichen, you know your conscience and know how to let me return to normal."
Jiang Ming knew that Jiang Wan Ziwen's attitude was still as arrogant and domineering as ever, so he threatened her, "If you are still so wanton, then I don't recommend making you more itchy."
Jiang Wanziwen was still worried and did not dare to do anything else. He responded repeatedly, "I know, I will never have that attitude again."
Seeing that Jiang Wan Ziwen's attitude was quite good, Jiang Ming nodded, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, I hope you can abide by the rules."
Jiang Wan Ziwen coughed, lowered his eyelashes, and felt sentimental all over again.
She is now cured of the itchy powder, but the pustules and acne on her face will take half a year to heal.
This is the family disease she dislikes most in her life.
What makes her even more envious is that she is obviously related to Beiyan Murong, but Beiyan Murong does not have any such disease at all.
Now the only young people in the family are she and Beiyan Murong, but she is suffering from such a disease, and it is impossible for her to perform well in her life.
Beiyan Murong suddenly thought of something and looked at everyone, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, please go back to the wing first. I will find the doctor to take a look at you later."
Jiang Wan Ziwen glanced at Beiyan Murong gratefully.
She is about to leave now, but she doesn't know what excuse to make. After all, she has only stayed here for a short time.
Beiyan Murong waved her hand towards Jiang Wan Ziwen, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, go ahead, don't delay your condition."
The word "illness" at the end made everyone present understand everything, and they all looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen with strange eyes.
Jiang Wan Ziwen felt that he was completely humiliated. He became anxious towards Beiyan Murong, stamped his feet and said, "Beiyan Murong, do you know how to speak? How can you say this to me?"
Beiyan Murong got up not knowing why, and looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen strangely, "What's wrong? Do you feel something is wrong?"
Jiang Wan Ziwen became irritated, "You are such a straight man. I'll leave first. You can greet these guests."
Princess Qingmiao understood Jiang Wan Ziwen's mood very well and said considerately, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, why don't I go with you? I may be able to help you."
"Thank you, Princess Qingmiao, but I don't need it. I will handle it myself. I can only let the doctor handle this."
Having said this, Jiang Wan Ziwen hurriedly walked to the side, not caring about other people's eyes, and went straight to the door.
Beiyan Murong also hurriedly greeted the young man and secretly asked him to find a doctor.
The boy went out quickly.
Feeling that everything was almost done, Beiyan Murong immediately stood up and looked at the people around him, "Let's continue with the tea party now."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and asked the boys to bring the tea.
There are various patterns on the tea sets, and the waiter also explains the process of making tea, which is very enjoyable for everyone to watch.
Jiang Ming couldn't help but sigh, "The method and process of making tea are really unique. I want to make tea like this in the future."
At this moment, a loud shout came from the next door room, the shout was very strong, and then there was a continuous sound of killing pigs.
However, after the sound of pig killing, the initial shout came out again.
The rest of the people looked at each other, stood up one after another, and walked to the next room.
When Jiang Wan Ziwen saw someone coming, he quickly picked up the veil to cover his face, and then threw the doctor in front of him with an angry look. The doctor was taken directly to the ground by Jiang Wan Ziwen.
Then he knelt on the ground in panic and began to kowtow heavily, "Please forgive Miss Jiang Wanziwen and forgive this villain. I really didn't expect that I would not be able to cure your illness."
Jiang Wan Ziwen was already furious, holding back his words, "Are you a doctor? How come you, a doctor, can't cure this disease? I don't care, you have to cure me."
But the doctor was in tears. He looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen in front of him and said with trembling hands, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, I really can't cure you. I hope you can forgive me."
The doctor kowtowed again and again, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, please let me go."
"You waste! Waste! What use do you have!"
Jiang Wan Ziwen's mood dropped completely, and he threw the vase directly in his hand.
The vase broke into pieces, and the fragments fell on the doctor's forehead.
The doctor's forehead was covered with blood, and the fragments fell to the floor.
The doctor did not dare to move and begged, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, please forgive me. I really have no way to treat you."
Jiang Wan Ziwen was restless and looked at the doctor, "It must be cured. If you can't cure it, you will die!"
As she spoke, tears flowed from her eyes and her veil became wet.
"Miss Jiang Wanziwen, what can't be resolved well? Don't look too bad, this matter can be resolved."
Beiyan Murong stepped forward to comfort Jiang Wanziwen.
Jiang Wan Ziwen felt desperate and tried his best to smile, "Beiyan Murong, I know what you mean, it doesn't matter, I will let this doctor cure me."
Seeing Jiang Wan Ziwen's appearance, Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel pity for her. He took a step forward, looked at her and hesitated, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, are you willing to let me see your wound? I may not be able to help you."
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Seeing Jiang Ming, Jiang Wan Ziwen became a little defensive, "Ning Caichen, what do you want to do to me? How could you be so kind as to treat me?"
Jiang Ming smiled and said, "What can I do to you? Should I let you die?"
Jiang Wan Ziwen took a step back, tensed up, and looked at Jiang Ming, "I can't believe you, but I know that if my condition is incurable, Ning Caichen, can you really save me?"
Jiang Ming looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen's veil, which was now wet, revealing the pustules and acne on his face.