The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan went to yaolu as usual every day. Chai Yuee and Wen carpenter were nearly shocked by the sudden arrival of the residence. For several days, they both held Wen Yan and stood at the back door of their small house, looking at the busy craftsmen.

"Brother Xian, is this all true?"

Carpenter Wen sighed: "yue'e, I'm afraid our daughter can't stay."

Chai Yuee almost dropped Wen Yan on the ground with a shake of her hand. She quickly hugged her: "brother Xian, what are you talking about?"

"If Lan's fortune is extraordinary, I won't talk about it in the past. Since our family died and came back to life, I feel that Ruolan has changed. After the Furong incident, I'm afraid we will leave even if she settles down." With a heavy expression, the carpenter reached for Chai Yuee's shoulder and said, "if you can't stay here, let her go. You can't let her stay in Wenjia village all her life. Maybe you can have a good home if you go far away."

Chai Yuee, tearful, choking and nodding, turned back.

From this day on, carpenter Wen will not go to the back. He is worried that if the house is built, his daughter will leave them, so it's time to delay.

Yao Lu, unaware that Wen Ruolan had met Weng Chong, would have rushed up to collect all his hair if it wasn't because he didn't know how to do martial arts.

Weng Chong accompanied the smiling face and walked to the opposite side of Wen Ruolan to take a seat. He didn't care that her small face was as gloomy as water. He slowly said, "girl Ruolan, the medicine lady is you, which is rumored by the outside world?"

Wen Ruolan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "if you can get the name of the drug lady, manager Weng can't help it."

"Ha ha, you girl, you have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, which is pleasing." Weng Chong said, looking around.

Wen Ruolan's lips are curled. Are you happy?

I knew who he was looking for, but I didn't tell him. I took the medical book and looked at it.

Until noon, Weng Chong could not sit still and got up.

"Slow down, no delivery." Wen Ruolan put down the book, a word let Weng Chong want to find, have no chance, can only sit down again.

"No hurry, no hurry."

"If you're not in a hurry, just sit down and I'll have to decoct medicine in the back." Wen Ruolan put away his medical books and got up to leave.

"Ah, ah... You girl is still a revenger." Weng Chong rubbed his hands in a hurry.

"I'm bedridden in the quiet room. You'd better go and have a look as soon as possible. If you can't, please ask someone else." Wen Ruolan left a word and avoided it directly.

Weng Chong's relaxed face suddenly became dignified and went straight to the quiet room behind him.

Open the door, the room is the smell of cedar spices, the bed of the ninth Prince is asleep, his face looks slightly pale, this is not a good sign.

Weng Chong's voice trembled. He went to the window and said, "my ninth master, how did you do this?"

Dongfang Yi opens his eyes and closes them again: "if manager Weng can come here, I'm afraid it's not just my palace, is it?"

Weng Chong knelt down and said, "I'm here just for the sake of the ninth master. Long live master also cares about you. If this woman can't cure the ninth master, I'll take you back to Yandu."

Dongfang Yi raises his hand and uncovers the quilt. Weng Chong immediately comes to help him with the mat.

After a light breath, Dongfang Yi raised his hand and said, "sit down. When you leave the palace, there will be no rules. Lao Fu Huang is worried about it. I'm sorry."

"Where is that? It's important for the ninth master to keep fit. You are the Dragon son of the long live master. How can you not miss it? The long live master told the slave a few days ago that he didn't know which one of the prince and the ninth master has the ability to handle the world." Weng sighed: "nine Ye's body is not good, but long live Ye has always placed high hopes."

Dongfang Yi's heart thumped. He has been trying to find out why the prince was forced into the palace and why he usurped the throne. Is it because of this? If so, then everything can be explained clearly.

Seeing that he did not speak, Weng Chong stood aside and waited.

After a long time, Dongfang Yi said, "it's not that she's not getting better. Her needling technique has a wonderful effect on restraining my blood flow. It's just that it will take a few days."

"Ninth master, can you tell me the root of the disease?" Weng Chong and don't dare to be vague. It's his idea to find Wen Ruolan to treat the ninth prince. Once something goes wrong, he will lose his head.

Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids: "then ask her to ask."

Weng Chong immediately went out. The ninth prince was saying something. Even if he didn't say he was confused, he couldn't go back to work.

After a while, Wen Ruolan followed Weng Chong in. As soon as he entered the door, he first gouged out the half dead Dongfang Yi. Then he directly sat on the stool and looked up at Weng Chong.

"Miss Wen, where is the root cause of our Lord's illness?" Weng Chong's voice was a bit of a mother, and he rubbed his hands again.

In Wen Ruolan's eyes, there are only two words to describe human demon.

People asked, naturally to answer, so Wen Ruolan raised his finger position.

Weng Chong's eyes were a little straight, not to mention disturbing: "is there a prescription for the disease?"

Wen Ruolan shook his head without hesitation.

"Ah, my aunts and grandmothers, you'd better open your mouth. What's the cure? What's the wait? I'll give you a word." Weng Chong was so anxious that he had to pull Wen Ruolan's sleeve.

Wen Ruolan frowned: "where do you learn these rules? What do you pull me to do?"

Dongfang Yi feels that he has hurt himself. He looks at Wen Ruolan who deliberately plays tricks on Weng Chong with resentment, and adds another one to her - revenge.

Weng Chong patted his thigh, went to the stool next to him and sat down. His eyes were eagerly staring at Wen Ruolan: "well, what's the treatment? Can it be cured? "

Wen Ruolan saw Dongfang Yi's smile from the corner of his eyes, and a cold snort came from his nose: "how to treat it? It seems to be a headache, but he is suffering from a heart disease. If he can untie his heart knot, he will be cured without medicine. If he can't untie it, he can only do so. If he continues to develop, he will be epileptic, and if he continues to develop, he will be mad. "

With a click, Wen Ruolan jumped up. She watched Weng Chong press his hand on the table, and the table broke. Suddenly, her face turned pale. The eunuch also had Kung Fu. Oh, my God, if she touched the table, it broke. Didn't she kick the nail board?

Weng Chong finds that he has lost his manners. He gets up in a hurry to confess to Dongfang Yi. As soon as he turns around and sees Dongfang Yi's meaningful eyes, he immediately stops thinking and observes his words and looks. That's his ability to look after his family. Just now, he was negligent. It's obvious that Wen Ruolan doesn't know the identity of the ninth prince.

"What shall we do?" Weng Chong can only ask Wen Ruolan again.

Wen Ruolan cleared his throat and said two words: "rest."

Then he swaggered away and reached out to the door to support the wall. His legs trembled and he took a deep breath several times before he quickly went back to the kitchen.

Sitting next to the medicine stove, he rubbed the pills hard, and regarded them as the disaster stars in the room. He wanted to break them to relieve his anger.

Knead a few times, Wen Ruolan's action is more and more slow, she locked her eyebrows, carefully recalled the scene just now, suddenly surprised to stand up, the idea in her mind suddenly scared her out in a cold sweat.

"How did you get the heart trouble? Is there more trouble waiting for you? " After all, the eunuch was really worried.

Outside the door, Dongfang Yi happens to come over and hears Wen Ruolan muttering to himself, "more trouble is waiting for him?" With a cold face, he raised his hand and pushed the door open.