Han Shaer asked: "Who is he? How did he get the disease?" Huang Ying'er blushed: "My subordinates went north to rebuild the sword pavilion and met this young master by chance. We have known each other for a long time since we started chatting. Yesterday, we were sparring with San Baihe.
I was sweating and had to take a shower. I fell ill at night. I felt dizzy and my limbs were weak. I thought I could get over it by just standing up, but I didn't expect that it became heavier and heavier. I couldn't get enough water and rice, and I almost fainted. That's when the uncle panicked.
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Hi! What do I think? It's just a cold and typhoid, so I thought about it deeply. Han Shaer took another pulse and was sure it was correct, but there was still something fishy. He asked: "I sweated twice at night, did you catch a cold?" Huang Ying'er's face
He became even redder and nodded coyly without saying a word.
Han Shaer didn't care about this, he used energy to generate heat and conduct qi, acupuncture and moxibustion to dispel poison and drive away cold. The young man woke up in a moment, sat up straight, and complained that he was hungry. Huang Ying'er brought another brocade quilt and put it on his back, making him half-lying and half-lying.
, wanted to ask the fair-skinned man to make food. Han Shaer said no, took out a big tonic pill, saw a teapot, poured water and fed it.
The young man stretched and waved his arms. Feeling that he was feeling refreshed and healthy, he got off the floor and said that the bedroom was not the place to talk. Let’s have tea in the living room downstairs!
Han Shaer took it for granted and went downstairs. After a visual inspection, the boy was an inch shorter than him. Huang Ying'er was about the same as Xiao Ling'er, thinner, maybe shorter.
When Jiedushi saw the young man in front of him, he was about to kneel down and kowtow while adjusting his sleeves. The young man stopped him loudly: "Jiannan envoy, don't be too polite! I will report your merits to my mother. Come back!"
Leading the way to laymen.
Han Shaer guessed that this young man's mother was not a princess but also a princess. Otherwise, how could she have made Jiedushi obey? Hehe, 80% of the cure was for an old cousin!
Yun Jian did not leave, but solemnly clasped his fists: "Congratulations, brother! Congratulations to brother! I'm going to Xiao Yunjian from Jiangdong. I wish you good health and good health, brother!"
"Xiao Yunjian?" the young man repeated, "Is your father Xiao Yaoci, the envoy to Huainan?" Yun Jian answered yes, and the young man called him brother Yun Jian, and asked: "That Yun Jian who came to watch the Wuyi Sword Sect in the virtual state martial arts competition back then represented the Wuyi Sword Sect.
The sword is you, right?" Yun Jian answered yes again and couldn't help but be happy: "Brother, are you here on behalf of Shaolin?" The young man nodded and replied with a smile: "That's right!" Yun Jian became even more excited: "May I ask my brother Gao's surname?
What's your name?" The young man hesitated for a moment and replied, "My name is Demao. I'm two years old, so I can call you Mao!"
The two were chatting animatedly, and Han Shaer finally understood that this guy was the Shaolin boy ten years ago. He had such a clever mind, and the world was so small! He bowed slightly and said, "Now that you have recovered from the disease, you guys can talk.
I'll withdraw first." Just as Yun Jian was about to speak, Demao saw the fair-skinned man coming back, raised his chin, and ordered: "Hurry up and pay the doctor's fee!" The fair-skinned man drew a golden ticket and presented it respectfully in front of Han Shaer.
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Be good! Ten thousand taels! This guy Demao, his mother is destined to be a princess, richer and nobler than the little demon boy - Bah, bah, don't let Xiao Ling'er arrange it, but do it yourself - disrespectful, too disrespectful! The right way to behave is to be a human being.
Save a little bit, it will be better in the future. One hundred thousand taels of silver, don't worry, so he smiled and said: "I practice medicine, minor illnesses are free of charge."
A minor illness? The fair-skinned man lost his composure and offered his support: "Sir, it's okay to just accept it. Our young master's illness is worthy of this small sum of money."
Ya is so awesome, one hundred thousand taels is a small amount, and I only have a small amount of money in my whole body. I am almost going to be poor! Silly Han was not happy and had the urge to put it into his pocket.
Yun Jian, who is so stubborn, has become a good person these days: "No, no need! He is Brother Yu and Brother Yu - Come on, Brother Yu introduces him, he is the former children's champion, Han Benyue!"