Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

"If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Jiang Ming was very helpless and shrugged his shoulders.

Why are these people always suspicious? Doctors are here to save people, so how could they harm people?
It would be too much for a doctor who would harm someone to go against his conscience.

Seeing what Jiang Ming said, Jiang Wanziwen hesitated, clenched his sleeves tightly, lowered his head, a little at a loss.

"I won't give you time to think about it, and if you don't want to be cured, I won't force you either."

Jiang Ming turned around to leave.

He also wanted to continue drinking a few sips of tea, which was quite good and tasted delicious.

Seeing that Jiang Ming was about to leave, Jiang Wan Ziwen couldn't help getting anxious, stood up quickly, and shouted at Jiang Ming, "Ning Caichen, wait a minute!"

She was very helpless in her heart.

Why is Ning Caichen leaving so soon?
How could he not persuade her at all?
Jiang Ming stopped, turned around and looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen, with a faint smile on his lips, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, have you considered it?"

He got a little strange.

Isn't Jiang Wanziwen very afraid that he will kill her?

Now he has changed his mind and let himself treat her.

Jiang Wan Ziwen still hesitated, lowered his head, feeling very confused, and pleaded, "Ning Caichen, let me think about it, is it okay?"

Jiang Ming inexplicably sympathized with Jiang Wanziwen in front of him, nodded and said, "Okay, but you don't have much time, so start for a quarter of an hour now."

Hearing that it was only a quarter of an hour, Jiang Wanziwen trembled in his heart.

Why did Ning Caichen give her so little time?How could she think about it with so little time?
Thinking of this, Jiang Wanziwen wanted to buy himself some more time, but Jiang Ming seemed to see it, and said carefully, "There is only a quarter of an hour, and there is no other time to add, don't even think about it."

"Ah!" Jiang Wanziwen felt helpless, and finally had to sigh, "Ning Caichen, I've thought about it. I'm willing to let you come and treat me. I hope you can treat me."

Jiang Wanziwen has already recognized the reality.

She has to take this step now, and she has to take this step.

This disease has plagued her for many years. Jiang Wanziwen shuddered when he thought of those painful experiences and being laughed at.

She is unwilling and does not want to be troubled by such a condition anymore.

"Okay, since you are willing to believe in me, I won't let you down. However, if I don't treat well, there is nothing I can do. I can only try."

Jiang Ming vaccinated Jiang Wan Ziwen in advance, so that Jiang Wan Ziwen had a mental preparation.

Jiang Wanziwen clenched his hands, feeling that his illness was unlikely to be cured, so he gave up and said, "It's okay, it's up to you."

Jiang Ming understood Jiang Wan Ziwen's attitude, and said comfortingly, "Your illness can definitely be cured, I will do my best."

Jiang Wanziwen was stunned, looked at Jiang Ming, and felt a little warm in his heart, "Thank you, Ning Caichen."

She suddenly felt that this Ning Caichen seemed to be a very good-looking person, moreover, he was quite suitable to be a friend.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanziwen raised his head, and sincerely said to Jiang Ming, "Ning Caichen, I was wrong about those things before, I was too rude, thank you for being willing to tolerate me."

Hearing what Jiang Wanziwen said, Jiang Ming didn't care about what happened just now, and said gently, "It's all over, it's nothing at all, don't think too much about it."

The warm current in Jiang Wanziwen's heart flashed one after another, and he looked at Jiang Ming.

She suddenly felt very lucky to know Ning Caichen.

"You all avoid it first."

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ming looked at the crowd and spoke carefully.

This Jiangwan Ziwen wants face, no matter what, he still needs to give this Jiangwan Ziwen some separate space.

Everyone could understand what Jiang Ming said, glanced at Jiang Wan Ziwen, and then left one after another.

Jiang Wan Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, and the warmth in his heart grew even more.

Ning Caichen's actions really touched her.

Jiang Ming approached Jiang Wan Ziwen, approached her, and said softly, "Take off the veil. As for your injured face, I will keep it a secret from others."

Jiang Wan Ziwen's face turned red involuntarily, his cheeks were as pink as a peach blossom, "Okay, I see."

Jiang Ming carefully took off Jiang Wan Ziwen's veil.

The pustules and pimples on Jiang Wan Ziwen's face were clearly displayed in front of him, and they looked extremely pervasive.

"Don't look..."

Jiang Wan Ziwen couldn't help covering his face, tears streaming down his face.

She was in so much pain that her hands and body trembled.

This is the first time she has been seen such an ugly side.

Even if it was Queen Qingmiao just now, or Zhu Asi and the others, they only saw a little bit of her face.

"It's okay, it's okay, it will be cured later, don't cover your face, so I won't be able to cure you."

Jiang Ming sighed inwardly.

This Jiang Wan Ziwen is also quite pitiful. This disease happened to her daughter, but it will seriously affect her meeting someone she likes in the future.

Hearing Jiang Ming's words, Jiang Wanziwen couldn't help comforting himself, and slowly lowered his hands.

Seeing Jiang Wanziwen like this, Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the silver needle he had used before, and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Jiang Wan Ziwen became nervous, and his body trembled even more.

Seeing Jiang Wanziwen's appearance, Jiang Ming frowned, "You can't do this, I can't go on getting the needle."

"Don't tremble, calm down, things will pass."

Jiang Ming tried his best to calm Jiang Wan Ziwen's emotions.

Jiang Wanziwen raised his eyebrows, determined to die, took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, "Ning Caichen, I'm ready, come on."

Jiang Ming understood what Jiang Wan Ziwen meant, and immediately inserted the silver needle, from the temple of Jiang Wan Ziwen's forehead to the bridge of his nose.

Back and forth he used up all the silver needles.

Jiang Wan Ziwen's symptoms are similar to those of the previous weirdoes, except that Jiang Wan Ziwen's medical history is hereditary, not a later stage.

So after the silver needle treatment, he will prepare some medicines to stabilize Jiang Wan Ziwen's condition.

After an hour, Jiang Ming pulled out the silver needles in order.

The pustules on Jiang Wanziwen's face immediately flowed out blood and pus, but the flow was very little, it only flowed on the pustules, and did not flow out of the cheeks.

Jiang Wanziwen felt a slight tingling pain, but felt more and more pain in the back, and it was a bit unbearable for a while, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

She knows that this is the pain she has to go through, and when this face is cured, she will be free and carefree every day.

After another quarter of an hour, Jiang Ming carefully wiped the blood on the pustule.