Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 81 Deficiency Syndrome (2)
Mu Jiufang was so frightened that he stood up with a cane, and followed tremblingly, "You have to be reasonable, Mr. Xiang, I didn't say that I couldn't solve it, it's her own poor health..."

Qi Bing happened to come over with his maid bringing hot tea. He heard the last few words they said, and his eyebrows frowned. When Mu Jiufang walked to the gate, he was exhausted and panted. He reached out to hold the teacup to breathe slowly. Qi Bing clapped his hands away.

"Quack doctor." As soon as Qi Bing raised his hand, he knocked down the whole teapot, turned and left with a cold face.

"You!" Mu Jiufang was so angry that he hopped his feet, and his crutches were "bang bang bang", "My generation of poison doctors, can I still smash my own signboard? Just wait for me and see how I can pull her back from the gate of hell! "

The maid who brought the tea picked up the fragments on the ground, glanced at Mu Jiufang, sighed, and felt a little sympathetic, "My lord doctor, if Mr. Tan can't be cured, I guess you too..." She shook her head , Halfway through the conversation, he took the plate and left.

For the first time, Mu Jiufang stared his eyes as big as copper bells, "I have lived for more than 70 years, and I have never been questioned like this. You just wait, wait..."

Ning Zimo gently opened the bed curtain. Tan Su hadn't woken up yet. She seemed to be sleeping unsteadily and her breathing was very short. He grabbed her hand and found that her palm was full of sweat. He suddenly grabbed his hand. very tight.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, and she kept shouting, "Don't blame me, don't blame me, don't blame me..."

"Susu?" Ning Zimo pushed her twice.

Tan Su opened her eyes all of a sudden. The facial features of the person in front of her were blurred and she couldn't see clearly. She blinked and looked at him blankly, trying to sit up, but her whole body was powerless.

Ning Zimo reached out to help her, held her hand, it was as cold as ice, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Tan Su nodded confusedly, "Master Xiang, am I dead?"

Ning Zimo laughed softly, "I, Ning Zimo, will never let go of someone, he will not be able to take him away."

"Master Xiang, does Tan Su not have to die?"

He patted her hand lightly, "No need."

Tan Su's tense body finally relaxed.

"But your body is still very weak, so don't do anything recently, just rest at ease." Ning Zimo squeezed her hand, "Look at how thin you are, just now you were talking nonsense in your dream, Scared me."

Tan Su's expression changed slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ning Zimo shook his head, "I didn't say anything."

Tan Su wiped the sweat from her forehead to hide her unnaturalness, "Master Xiang, I want to get out of bed and go for a walk."

"It's cold outside, so don't go out."

"Then Xiangye will bring some books to Tan Su, just take advantage of this time to read more."

"Don't look at it, let's rest."

"But it looks like the Chinese New Year is coming, and the exam in February..."

Ning Zimo said without thinking, "With me here, the test is just a formality."

Tan Su was a little surprised, "Master Xiang, didn't you say you wouldn't help me..."

"Silly Susu, I won't help you." He smiled and hooked her nose, "Which official do you want to be? Tell me."

"Tan Su wants to stay in the capital to accompany the Prime Minister, preferably an official position in the Six Departments, which can not only help the Prime Minister, but also return to the Prime Minister's residence anytime and anywhere."

"Which department do you want to join?"

"If you want Tan Su to talk about it, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs is the most idiot in the six books, and it's best to handle it. Besides, he is a member of the Prime Minister, so Tan Su is not so afraid."

Ning Zimo didn't refute her, but nodded in agreement, "It's exactly what I want."

(End of this chapter)