Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 186 Let me be cured

This is a very selfish sentence, and Fucha Wenhu feels contempt for a while.

His husband was plotted against by others, but he licked his face to plot against his husband. People who seek protection here, really...

So cool.

Fucha Wenhu is happy to hear everything that can make Ji Li feel embarrassed, and he is back home.

"If that's the case, then follow me." Fucha Wenhu's face was full of complacency, and now the lonely wife came to Fucha's house to seek asylum. It was really exciting, not only exciting, but also the long-lasting anxiety Refreshing feeling.

Everyone followed Fucha Wenhu to the bedroom, only to see Fucha Wenbin lying there alone, his body so thin that under the cover of the heavy quilt, he didn't show his shape.

It's only been a few days since we saw each other, but Fucha Wenbin has lost so much weight, Gu Hanxun didn't say a word, and took his breath.

Xu Shi re-examined Wen Bin's condition was a bit complicated, Gu Han searched for his pulse, pondered for a while, then got up, and shook his head at Lian Qingcheng.

"Why, you want to tell me that you can't cure?!" Fucha Wenhu was also anxious, and he knew his own methods very well. If Fucha Wenbin was not there, I am afraid that Fucha's family would be in a shambles and go downhill from then on.

Lian Qingcheng and Emei frowned slightly. Although Gu Hanxun shook his head, it didn't seem that Wen Bin's illness could not be cured because of reexamination, so he said immediately: "Whether it will be cured or not, it can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences, or It's not certain that Dr. Gu has something on his mind."

After walking a few steps, Lian Qingcheng stepped forward to hold Gu Hanxun's hand, and said with a smile, "What could be more important than human life?" But his finger secretly drew a question mark on Gu Hanxun's palm.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gu Hanxun grabbed Lian Qingcheng's hand with his backhand, feigned anger and said in a low voice, "Did you forget that Jili was arrested?" While speaking, he hurriedly wrote a word on Lian Qingcheng's palm.

Fake……

Lian Qingcheng's heart trembled, and he looked at Fucha Wenbin with a slightly deeper gaze.

After a while, he gently shook off Gu Hanxun's hand, flicked his sleeves and said, "Since you don't want to make a diagnosis and treatment, then I'll do it."

Then he said to Fucha Wenhu: "Doctor Gu is often stubborn, but fortunately, Doctor Gu and I have been treating other people for some time, why don't you let me try."

"A poor doctor, what kind of airs are you putting on, whoever you are, as long as you can treat my eldest brother, I will review Wenhu to ensure your safety!"

"Then thank the Patriarch first." Lian Qingcheng blessed the body, "But I like to be alone when I am a doctor, so... I wonder if the Patriarch can move to another place for a while?"

The stage name Fucha Wenbing was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a diagnosis," Lian Qingcheng smiled lightly, "Patriarch, don't worry, I'm an extremely

People who are afraid of death, so naturally they will try their best to treat Young Master Wen Bin. "

Fucha Wenhu thought about it, Lian Qingcheng was right, after all, he was in Fucha's house, if he could be entrapped by a powerless woman, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

"Hmph," Fucha Wenhu flicked his sleeves, "It's better to be like this, otherwise the people you brought today will never see the sun tomorrow."

Gu Hanxun looked bewildered, he had already taken the opportunity to tell Lian Qingcheng that Fucha Wenbin's illness was fraudulent, but why didn't Lian Qingcheng point it out in person, but seemed to want to hide it for Fucha Wenbin?
When Gu Hanxun was about to leave, Lian Qingcheng asked him to take the silver needle he was carrying with him.

Seeing that there were only two people left in the room, Lian Qingcheng calmly sat down on the stool beside the bed, and said, "Oh, Doctor Gu is not easy to use, so I have to come..."

The voice was faint, with a look of regret.

And not long after Lian Qingcheng finished speaking, a silver needle stabbed Fucha Wenbin's pockmarked acupuncture point firmly.

Although Lian Qingcheng doesn't know how to treat diseases, but fortunately she has a little knowledge of medical skills. She remembers that the human body has three strange points: itching, numbness, and pain. Arrived, and there was a playful light in his eyes.

And then, Lian Qingcheng stabbed Fucha Wenbin's itchy acupuncture point without hesitation.

It's fine if you don't touch the itching point on weekdays, but after being stimulated by Lian Qingcheng's silver needle, an itchy feeling that can't be described in words swept across the whole body in an instant.

"Oh?" Lian Qingcheng asked suspiciously, "Could it be that I remembered it wrong? Or... the three inches under the armpit can't do it?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the person who had been sleeping suddenly said leisurely, "Miss Lian is so ingenious, Wen Bin admires it."

For a person who has been suffering from a long illness, the feeling of numbness and pain at that moment is very sad. Even when the old illness relapses, Fucha Wenbin is not necessarily so difficult, so his eyes are filled with anger.

"I think you can hold on for a while," Lian Qingcheng looked at Fucha Wenbin with a smile, "It turns out that you are also a soft bone."

"No matter how hard the bones are, they can't stand Miss Lian's torment." Fucha Wenbin got out of the quilt, and the robe that was originally fitted was hanging on his body, "Why should Miss Lian bury me in the loess?" The man with the neck has such a heavy hand."

However, Lian Qingcheng smiled, with evil spirit in his smile, "You, a man buried up to his neck in the loess, was able to force my husband to save us at your own expense. I don't know whether you should say that you are clever or Said we were so stupid."

"Miss Lian, did you misunderstand?" Fucha Wenbin gently straightened his wrinkled robe with skinny hands, "Wen Bin was plagued by illness, and he hadn't stepped out of Fucha's house since that day when he cooperated with the prince." Step, why are you persecuting Lord Ji?"

After a pause, Fucha Wenbin continued: "It's Lord Ji who brought a checklist for the Fucha family to settle. The amount of the list is so large that it's going to push the Fucha family into a corner. We didn't go to you, but But you come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, is this really good?"

This list, Lian Qingcheng heard from Feizhang, Jili deliberately wrote the amount huge, with the intention of emptying out the families of the Fucha family and the Mengcha family, so that the two families will be completely depressed, and they will never be able to get up again. What other thoughts come out.

"Could it be that Qianji Pavilion helped Fucha's family, and those who died later died in vain?" Lian Qingcheng curled his lips, "Or do you think my life in Qianji Pavilion is worthless?"

"This..." Fucha Wenbin was dumbfounded for a moment, the two husband and wife really got together shamelessly, and they all had the same deceptive aura.

"Since we've come to this point, why don't we make a deal?" Lian Qingcheng's eyes followed Fucha Wenbin's pace closely.

"..." Fucha Wenbin was silent for a while before saying, "Please tell me."

"I can ignore the fact that you teamed up with the Gate of Death to deceive me, but in exchange, you have to tell me... how you got in touch with the Gate of Death." Lian Qingcheng spoke clearly and clearly.

But Fucha Wenbin paused, and when he turned around, there was a faint look of inquiry in his eyes, "How did you know?"

(End of this chapter)