Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

However, Nangong Beibei gave Yunluo a gentle smile and explained: "master has been in Jianguo for a long time. There are still many things to deal with in Nanjiang junior high school. Qiushui can't always rely on his master. After all, when his master was here, he studied medicine with Qiushui every day and told him to make good use of it. "

"So it is." Yunluo agrees with Nangong Beibei's words, but he waves to Nangong Beibei. Nangong Beibei quickly goes to Yunluo and helps Yunluo.

Nangong Beibei followed Jiang Ke'er to Jiangfu in the afternoon. When the carriage fell, Nangong Beibei got out of the carriage with the help of Xiao Qi.

At a glance, he saw the carved lacquer, but it was very eye-catching. Jiang Ke'er went to Nangong Beibei, nodded to Nangong Beibei first, and then made a please gesture: "sister, please come in."

"Well." Nangong Beibei lightly responds to the voice and doesn't care about it any more.

He followed Jiang Ke'er all the way into Jiang Fu, only to find that there were plum blossoms planted in the courtyard of Jiang Fu, but it was not winter, but it was not in full bloom.

Even if the plum blossom is not open, there are other flowers in full bloom. After crossing a small bridge, you can see the rockery and the clear lake water. There are still some Koi swimming in the lake water.

The environment of Jiangfu is very quiet, and Nangong Beibei is impressed by this.

After that, Nangong Beibei followed Jiang Ke'er through several courtyards, and then the cloister, which led to Qinshui Pavilion.

"Sister, this is where my mother lives. Please don't give up." Jiang Ke'er explains to Nangong Beibei again, his attitude is humble and polite.

Nangong Beibei ignored the directness, but he didn't want to see it again. With the help of Xiaoqi, he walked into the attic.

Open the door, if you really smell a strong smell of medicine, that carved bed, is really lying on a woman with yellow skin.

Nangong Beibei is surprised. Is Jiang Ke'er's mother really ill?

So, not design?

"My mother has been ill for many years, and several doctors have said that she can't go back to heaven. She has been hanging with precious medicinal materials all these years." Jiang Ke'er's tone is a bit more choked, and even raised his hand to wipe tears, crying is the appearance of pear blossom with rain.

"Don't worry. I'll give your mother a good look. Don't worry." Nangong Beibei pursed her lips, but she comforted Jiang Ke'er.

No matter how bad Jiang Ke'er is, she still has a filial piety. Although she has, she is unable to do it... After all, she is not in the same world for thousands of years!

"Thank you, sister." Jiang Ke'er nodded to Nangong Beibei again.

Nangong Beibei said, "well," and then he sat by the bed, but he reached for the woman's pulse, but his eyebrows were slightly frowning.

The pulse is very weak, seemingly, the most important point is that the woman is very cold, she is infected with the cold, but because of the weakness of the body, has not been up.

However, those medicinal materials are the foundation of her life. If Nangong Beibei came to prescribe the medicine, she would do the same as those doctors.

After all, this kind of thing is really limited in ability, but unable to return to heaven

Nangong Beibei shook his head, and his voice almost sighed: "your mother is infected with the cold, but because of her weak body, she has been repeatedly. For a long time, her body will not work naturally, and these herbs are hanging her life just like you said..."

Nangong Beibei hesitates, but she still says something at the bottom of her throat. For example, Jiang Ke'er's mother is better dead than alive. But if she wants to say something like this, it will certainly cause Jiang Ke'er's dissatisfaction. She can't say anything more. In short, she has no way to help her.

"Then how to do, my mother..." Jiang Ke'er is almost lying on the bed, crying, the shoulder also followed a tremor.

"Mother, it's always said that the medical skills in southern Xinjiang are the best, but today my daughter brought the people from southern Xinjiang, but she still can't save you, mother..."

"..." Nangong Beibei's mouth twitches when he listens to Jiang Ke'er's words. Even if Nanjiang's medical skills are the best, if people really get to that point, they can't help it.

"You should have said that earlier. If my master hadn't left at that time, he might have been able to help your mother, but he had left a few days ago..."

Although Nangong Beibei doesn't like Jiang Ke'er very much and thinks she's too much, Nangong Beibei still comforts Jiang Ke'er a few words. In the end, her mother is lying on the bed, which is more or less unbearable.

"That's right. It's all because of Ke'er's confusion. Ke'er should have talked to her sister earlier. In this way, Ke'er's mother will be saved before her sister's master leaves. Can her sister help Ke'er find her sister's master..." Jiang Ke'er looks at Nangong Beibei tearfully.

That appearance is really pitiful, Nangong Beibei's heart is also very bad, no matter how annoying Jiang Ke'er is, her mother is still innocent.

Nangong Beibei can't be said to be hopeless, but mother Jiang Ke'er really doesn't have any way to cure this disease. If she can save it, she won't have to use medicine to hang her life here.

"Sister Kor, listen to me first." Nangong Beibei sighs. It's not a false call. It's a sincere wish to comfort Jiang Ke'er. After all, at such a critical moment.

Jiang Ke'er stops crying and really looks at Nangong Beibei, looking forward to Nangong Beibei's next words.

Nangong Beibei sighed, but slowly said: "I'm not saying that I won't help, or that I won't rescue your mother. Is your mother saying that she can't be saved? Now she's hanging that breath with those drugs. Once those drugs stop, she can't live. I can also help you to find my master, but my master doesn't plan to take care of the affairs in the world after he goes back this time. Even if I can persuade him to come, can you guarantee that my master will be saved after he sees it? It's not that good medical skills can bring those things back to life. Good medical skills are nothing but... "

"Sister, let the master come back to have a try, OK? I know you must have a way. It's me. You save my mother Jiang Ke'er interrupts Nangong Beibei's words and looks up at Nangong Beibei. The pearly light in her eyes is invisible. It's very pitiful.