As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

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

  Jiang Ming felt helpless and shrugged his shoulders.

  Why are these people always suspicious? Doctors are here to save people, so how could they harm people?

  This harmful doctor is too much against his conscience.

   Seeing Jiang Ming say this, Jiang Wan Ziwen 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 treat it, I won't force you."

  Jiang Ming turned around and planned to leave.

  He still wants to continue drinking a few sips of tea, the tea is pretty good and tastes good.

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

  She felt very helpless in her heart.

  Why is Ning Caichen leaving so soon?

  Why didn't you persuade her much at all?

  Jiang Ming stopped, turned around and looked at Jiang Wan Ziwen, with a half smile on his lips, "Miss Jiang Wan Ziwen, have you considered it?"

  He felt a little strange.

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

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

  Jiang Wanziwen still hesitated, lowered his head, very confused, and begged, "Ning Caichen, let me think about it, okay?"

  Jiang Ming felt inexplicably sympathetic to Jiang Wan Ziwen in front of him, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but you don't have a lot of 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 stood up helplessly, and finally had to sigh, "Ning Caichen, I've made up my mind. 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, and 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 disease 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 Wanziwen's attitude, and said comfortingly, "Your disease can definitely be cured, I will do my best."

  Jiang Wanziwen froze for a moment, looked at Jiang Ming, his heart warmed up, "Thank you, Ning Caichen."

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

  Thinking of this, Jiang Wanziwen raised his head and said to Jiang Ming sincerely, "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 about it."

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

  Being able to know Ning Caichen, she suddenly felt very lucky.

   "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 Wanziwen heaved a sigh of relief, and the warmth in his heart increased.

  Ning Caichen's actions really touched her.

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

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

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

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

   "Don't look at..."

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

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

   This was the first time she was seen with such an ugly side.

  Even if it was Princess 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, then I won't be able to cure you."

  Jiang Ming sighed inwardly.

  This Jiang Wanziwen 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 Wanziwen 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, everything will pass."

  Jiang Ming tried his best to appease 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.

  He used up all the silver needles back and forth.

  Jiang Wanziwen's symptoms are similar to those of the previous weirdoes, except that Jiang Wanziwen'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 waiting for 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. It was a bit unbearable for a while, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

  She knew that this was a pain she had to go through, and when this face healed, she would be free and carefree every day.

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