Chapter 877 (1/2)

Ji Qingxue and Fan Zheng had a headache the day after they arrived at fan's house.

”It really hurts me!”

Fan Zheng covered his head with both hands and roared in a low voice. He rolled around on the bed, even his eyes were red.

People were so anxious that the housekeeper didn't care about Ji Qingxue's origin, so he quickly asked someone to invite her.

When the housekeeper saw Ji Qingxue coming, it was like seeing the Savior. He hurried to meet him: ”you're coming! Go and see our master. He's dying!”

Ji Qingxue saw that fan was wriggling and howling on the bed. He immediately frowned and went directly to seal his pain with a silver needle.

After feeling no pain, Fan Zheng also calmed down slowly. Ji Qingxue kept pressing his hands on Fan Zheng's head. In this case, nangongyan was a little unhappy.

Nangong Yan kept saying to himself, calm down. Ah Xue is treating a disease, just a disease.

... no, it's totally out of control!

Nangong Yan took a deep breath and turned out of the door. He was afraid to stay any longer. He would rush up and directly break Fan Zheng's neck and send him to the West.

Fan Zheng on the bed had been blocked from pain, but when Ji Qingxue's fingers pressed to the left side of his head, Fan Zheng frowned slightly.

In the case of sealed acupoints, he actually felt pain!

After a while, Ji Qingxue took back her hand and said to Rong Sheng, ”come and give him another pulse!”

Rong Sheng blinked: ”what's the matter? Is there anything strange about his pulse?”

Ji Qingxue didn't answer, but nodded with a dignified look.

Rong Sheng came forward and gave Fan Zheng a pulse. Then he checked his eyes. He felt strange in his heart.

Originally, he was evil and cold, but his white eyes were red, more like being poisoned by fire.

Ji Qingxue Nuo chin, ”you press the left side of his head again.”

Rong Sheng pressed the button according to his words. Fan Zheng was just like just now, but the reaction was more intense this time. He even shouted the word pain directly.

Rongsheng turned back and looked at Ji Qingxue. Both of them frowned. It seems that Fan Zheng's disease is not a general problem.

The housekeeper looked at their eye contact, so he hurriedly asked, ”two miracle doctors, how is my master?”

”Has he ever been badly hurt in the head?”

The housekeeper shook his head and his face was still a little confused. He didn't know why Ji Qingxue asked.

Ji Qingxue then asked, ”in addition to headache, does your master often have palpitations, nausea and long-term nightmares. At the most serious time, his eyes will be temporarily unable to see things.”

When the housekeeper heard this, the girl is really a miracle doctor. What she said is also good.

The symptoms mentioned above were tolerable, but then he couldn't see anything with his eyes. Now the master really began to panic.

Fan Zheng looked at all the imperial doctors in the palace and was at a loss. Finally, he was forced to be desperate, so he posted the reward list.

”Miracle doctor, do you have a way to save our master?”

Ji Qingxue was about to speak, and Rong Sheng answered first: ”there is salvation, of course there is salvation!”

Ji Qingxue stared at him quietly. Rongsheng pretended not to see it. Being stared at by her, Rongsheng was afraid that she would say something she shouldn't say.

The housekeeper was relieved when he heard Rong Sheng saying that he could be saved. After all, after what had just happened, he completely believed Ji Qingxue and Rong Sheng.