As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

   Seeing Jiang Wanziwen suffering like this, Jiang Ming felt that the punishment was almost over, and said to Jiang Wanziwen again, "Miss Jiangwan Ziwen, do you know what you did wrong now?"

  Jiang Wanziwen was stunned for a moment, then he had to grit his teeth unwillingly and said, "I was wrong."

  Although she didn't want to say that she was wrong at all, if she didn't say so now, her ugly appearance would be seen by others.

  She didn't want those people to see her ugly face.

  Jiang Ming nodded, took out a small pill, and spread it out in Jiang Wan Ziwen's mouth.

  Jiang Wanziwen suddenly became a little groggy, and then he returned to normal immediately. He looked at Jiang Ming, "Ning Caichen, you still know your conscience and know how to make me return to normal."

  Jiang Ming knew that Jiang Wanziwen's attitude was still as arrogant and domineering as ever, so he threatened her, "If you are still acting recklessly now, then I don't suggest making you itchy."

  Jiang Wanziwen had lingering fears, and he didn't dare to do anything more, so he responded repeatedly, "I know, I will never have that attitude again."

  Seeing that Jiang Wan Ziwen's attitude is not bad, Jiang Ming nodded, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, I hope you can abide by the rules."

  Jiang Wanziwen coughed, lowered his eyelashes, and felt sentimental all over his body again.

  She has cured the itch powder now, but the pustules and acne on her face will take half a year to heal.

   This is the disease of her least favorite family in this life.

   What made her even more envious was that she was clearly related to Beiyan Murong, yet Beiyan Murong didn't suffer from such a disease at all.

  Now the only young people in the family are her and Beiyan Murong, but she suffers from such a disease, and it is impossible for her to perform outstandingly in this life.

  Beiyan Murong suddenly thought of something, and looked at everyone, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, you should go back to the wing room first, and I will find the doctor to show you later."

  Jiang Wanziwen glanced at Beiyan Murong gratefully.

  She is about to leave now, but she doesn't know what excuse to find, after all, she hasn't stayed here for long.

  Beiyan Murong waved at Jiang Wan Ziwen, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, you can go, don't delay your illness."

  The word illness after that made everyone present understand everything, and they all looked at Jiang Wanziwen with strange eyes.

  Jiang Wanziwen only felt that his face was completely humiliated, he became anxious at Beiyan Murong, stomped his feet and said, "Beiyan Murong, can you speak! How can you say that to me?"

  Beiyan Murong didn't understand, so she got up, and looked at Jiang Wanziwen strangely, "What's wrong? Do you feel that something is wrong?"

  Jiang Wanziwen became irritable, "You are such a straight man, I'm leaving first, you greet these guests."

  Princess Qingmiao could understand Jiang Wan Ziwen's mood very well, and said empathetically, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, or else I'll go with you, maybe I can help you."

   "Thank you, Queen Qingmiao, but I don't need it, I will handle it myself, and these can only be handled by the doctor."

   Speaking of this, Jiang Wan Ziwen hurriedly walked to the side, ignoring other people's eyes, and went straight to the door.

  Beiyan Murong also hurriedly greeted the servant, secretly asking him to find a doctor.

  The boy hurried out.

   Feeling that everything is almost done, Beiyan Murong immediately straightened up and looked at the people around him, "Let's continue with the tea party now."

   As he spoke, he clapped his hands and asked the boys to bring the tea.

  The tea sets have various patterns, and the servants also performed the tea-making process, which was pleasing to the eyes.

  Jiang Ming couldn't help sighing, "This method and process of making tea is really unique, and I want to make tea like this in the future."

  At this moment, there was a loud shout from the room next door, the shout was very strong, and then there was a continuous sound of killing pigs.

  However, after the sound of killing the pig, the cry at the beginning came out again.

  The rest of the people looked at each other, stood up one after another, and walked to the next room.

   When Jiang Wanziwen saw someone coming, he quickly picked up the veil to cover his face, and then angrily threw the doctor in front of him, who was brought directly to the ground by Jiang Wanziwen.

   Then he knelt on the ground in panic, and began to kowtow heavily, "I also ask Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen to forgive me, and forgive the villain. The villain really didn't think that I would not be able to cure your illness."

  Jiang Wanziwen was already furious, holding back his words, "You are a doctor? Why can't your doctor cure this disease? I don't care, you must cure me."

  The doctor was in tears, looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen in front of him, and said tremblingly, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, I really can't cure you, I hope you can forgive the villain."

  The doctor kowtowed again and again, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, please let me go."

   "You trash! Trash! What use are you for!"

  Jiang Wanziwen's mood was completely depressed, and he threw the vase directly in his hand.

  The vase shattered, and the fragments fell on the doctor's forehead.

  The doctor's forehead was covered with blood, and the fragments fell all over the floor.

  The doctor didn't dare to move, and begged, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, please forgive me, I really can't help you."

  Jiang Wanziwen was restless, looking at the doctor, "It must be cured, if you can't be cured, you will die!"

   As she spoke, tears flowed down her eyes, and her veil was wet.

   "Miss Jiangwan Ziwen, is there anything that cannot be resolved? Don't look too bad, this matter can be resolved."

  Beiyan Murong stepped forward to comfort Jiang Wanziwen.

  Jiang Wanziwen only felt hopeless, and tried to pull out a smile, "Beiyan Murong, I know what you mean, it doesn't matter, I will let this doctor heal me."

  Seeing Jiang Wan Ziwen's appearance, Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He took a step forward, looked at her and said hesitantly, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, would you like to let me see your wound? I might be able to help you."

  Seeing Jiang Ming, Jiang Wanziwen became a little defensive, "Ning Caichen, what do you want to do to me? How could you be kind enough to treat me?"

  Jiang Ming smiled, "What can I do to you, can I still let you die?"

  Jiang Wanziwen took a step back, his body became tense, and he looked at Jiang Ming, "I can't believe you, but I know that if my condition is not cured, Ning Caichen, can you really cure me?"

  Jiang Ming checked Jiang Wan Ziwen's veil, which was already wet, revealing the pustules and pimples on his face.

   he thought in his mind.

   These pustules and acne should be treatable.