Hot and seductive

Chapter 263
Ling Luo agreed to Song Wanyi's request, and went to the manor where Master Miaolin lived the next day.

The reason why Ling Luo agreed to come was because he guessed that Master Miaolin's illness was not a minor one, and no matter what the reason was, there was absolutely no reason to stand by and watch.

Of course, if Master Miao Lin felt presumptuous, she would naturally not force her way.

Before getting out of the car, Ling Luo gave Song Wanyi a mask: "Put it on."

Song Wanyi thought it was weird, but under Ling Luo's majestic eyes, she still put it on.

Today, the little bhikkhuni next to Master Miaolin came out to pick up guests. She clasped her hands together and said apologetically, "Both benefactors, I'm really sorry. Master Miaolin hasn't seen any guests recently, so please come back."

Ling Luo noticed that the little nun was wearing a mask and was a little far away from them, and she was almost certain of her guess in her heart.

"Little Master, it's like this. I heard that Master Miao Lin is ill. I'll invite a little famous doctor to take a look at her. Please inform us again." Song Wanyi's attitude is sincere.

The little bhikkhuni hesitated.

Ling Luo went on to say: "Just say it's Doctor Xiaoling from Jingdu, Master Miaolin will know about it."

The little bhikkhuni bowed slightly: "Okay, the two benefactors wait a moment."

When the little bhikkhuni entered the yard, Ling Luo said solemnly, "I'll go in alone later, you wait for me outside."

If you guessed correctly, Master Miaolin should be infected with an infectious disease. It is temporarily unknown what kind of disease it is, and if there is one less risk involved, naturally there will be less risk.

Song Wanyi also realized something was wrong after hearing what she said: "Is it serious? Is it an epidemic?"

"It's not that serious, but it's better to be careful, don't worry about me, I know it well."

Ling Luo's words didn't seem like being brave, so Song Wanyi could only tell her: "Then be careful."

Ling Luo chuckled and nodded slightly.

Not long after, the little bhikkhuni came out: "Master said that Master Ling might not be able to cure her illness. She appreciates Master Ling's kindness, please ask Master Ling to come back."

"Little master, since you are fine, it means that the illness is not as serious as Master Miaolin thought. Although Ling Luo is not talented, he is quite capable in medical skills. Please tell me again, little master."

The little bhikkhuni hesitated for a moment, presumably she was worried about the master in her heart, so after hearing what Ling Luo said, she became loose again, so she decided to persuade the master again.

"Donor, please wait a moment."

This time, the little bhikkhuni returned after not long, and even opened the door to let Ling Luo in.

"The benefactor..."

"She's waiting for me in the car."

The little bhikkhuni knew it well, and brought Ling Luo into the manor.

In the car, the driver of the Song family who accompanied him said worriedly: "Miss, will there be any accidents? Do you want to let Young Mistress Chi come back? We won't be able to explain to the Chi family if something happens!"

When the driver heard Song Wanyi say that she had an infectious disease, he was muttering inwardly.

"No need." Song Wanyi paused, and said slowly: "She should know it well."

She and Ling Luoming were still confronting each other before, and Song Wanyi didn't know why she believed her so much at this moment.

Perhaps it is because a doctor would not risk his life if he is not fully sure.

It would be a lie to say that she is not worried. Now that Chi Youxiao is the eldest son of the Chi family and has taken over the business of the company, if he knows that his beloved wife has been brought to treat the epidemic, ten lives may not be enough. He vented his anger.

But things have come to this, Song Wanyi can only wait for her to come out with the mentality that Ling Luo will definitely do it.

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Ling Luo followed the little bhikkhuni into the manor, passing through a manor-style house, and at the end was a farm of various vegetables and fruits.

"Benefactor Ling, Master wants to meet you in the pavilion."

There is a lot of air flow there, Master Miaolin is very thoughtful.

Ling Luo hummed: "Is there an epidemic in the place where your master went?"

"I don't know, but Master's illness is somewhat similar to the patients there. Master was worried that it was an epidemic, and even returned to China by private plane." Speaking of this, the little nun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Ling Luo saw that she had stopped, and also stopped.

"Ling Shi wants you to go back, I heard that several people have died over there."

The little bhikkhuni was very serious, but her hands were shaking. It could be seen that she was also quite scared.

Infectious diseases can be big or small, let alone death cases.

Ling Luo is so young, and his family and friends are the envy of the world.

The little bhikkhuni has been a monk since she was a child, and she has a compassionate heart. It is understandable that she does not want to implicate Ling Luo.

"I've already come in, and it's too late to say these things now." Ling Luo said lightly: "I have taken medicine before, and I am resistant to common diseases."

"Donor, have you really thought about it?" the little bhikkhuni asked.

Obviously she still has concerns.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Ling Luo was full of confidence.

Although infectious diseases can range from mild to severe, Master Miaolin’s current situation is unknown, but the anti-epidemic drugs she took are more or less effective against various infectious diseases, plus she wears a mask and watches in an open place. If diagnosed, she still has an [-]% chance of not being infected.

"Also ask little master to continue to lead me the way."

Even though he was wearing a mask, the little nun could still see a smile on Ling Luo's face.

After a moment of hesitation, she continued to lead the way.

Today's weather is not bad, the sky is clear and cloudless, walking on the path full of fruit trees on both sides, there is still a bit of fruit fragrance in the air.

At the end of the path, I saw a gazebo, manor style, which complements the scenery.

From a distance, I saw a beautiful figure in Taoist robe sitting in the distance, fresh and refined.

"Benefactor Ling." Hearing the sound of footsteps, Master Miao Lin was about to get up to greet her, but just as she got up, she felt powerless all over her body.

The little bhikkhuni panicked, and was about to step forward to help, but Master Miaolin raised her hand and refused.

Knowing that she had an infectious disease, she ordered her disciples to stay away from her. Fortunately, the disease was not so contagious, and her disciples were never infected.

"Sit down." Ling Luo put down the medicine box and said, "Show me your hand."

Master Miao Lin coughed a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Benefactor Ling, don't give me the pulse. This disease is very contagious and dangerous. I'm afraid you will be infected by then."

"Don't worry, I've taken the medicine, and the pulse is not contagious." Ling Luo remained calm: "You just need to give me your hand."

Seeing her insistence, Master Miaolin had no choice but to take her hand out of the Taoist robe.

Ling Luo put his fingers on the Cunguan and Chiguan on the pulse, feeling the beating and rhythm of the pulse.

The pulse rate is particular about sinking, floating, rigidity and weakness.

Master Miaolin's size is heavy and weak, which is a serious illness. Fortunately, his foundation is usually good, so there are no major problems.

It's just strange that there is still a trace of abnormality in Master Miaolin's pulse, as if there is a natural disease.

(End of this chapter)