Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

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Feng Yuxi thought that Shen would try to deal with the people on the side of Liuyuan, and thought that the other party might do something by the fact that Zi Rui was sick. But she never imagined that the woman was so vicious to such a point.

I want to practice medicine for her half-life in the past life. The Chinese and Western doctors have the same sacred hand, and the ancestors have hereded the inheritance. This ability to smell the taste of medicine has been practiced as early as eight years old. A bowl of soup was passed in five steps away, and she could smell the medicinal herbs and what they called, not to mention the fact that she had been so carefully discerned and not mistaken.

This is a bowl of medicine for yang!

Give a six-year-old child a bowl of yang medicine that adult men drink!

Shen's, Shen's! Feng Yuxi lamented in his heart, and he was forgiven for the sake of heaven;

"Don't go in." She forgot the Sichuan, and then waved at the Qingling, who was busy in the courtyard: "Come."

The little girl rushed to the front.

Since Qing Qing entered the name of Liu Yuan, he followed Huang Quan to take care of Feng Zirui. At the moment, Feng Zirui is sick, and Xiaotoutou is very self-blaming.

"You go to get an empty bowl, pour the bowl of warm water, and then take a spoon." Feng Yu slammed, Qingling all the way to run.

When I came back, Feng Yuxi had already pulled out a small paper bag from the cuff, poured the medicine foam in the paper bag into the bowl of the water, and stirred it with a spoon: "Take it to the young master."

After Rui Rui fell asleep last night, Feng Yuxi took time to enter the pharmacy, and all the granules that Zi Rui had to eat were unpacked, wrapped in paper, and three small packets were put out in the cuffs, and they were taken out at any time. It won't look too awkward.

Forgetting Sichuan can smell the same as the bowl of sweet medicine last night. I couldn't help but ask: "Since Miss has her own medicine, why should she let the doctor in the house go to another prescription?" Looking at the hand, "Is the poison in the medicine?" When she asked this, she habitually flashed a glimmer of gaze.

Feng Yu sneered, "Under the poison? The poison can also be solved, which is much more powerful than the poison."

Just talking, I saw a strange little girl at the entrance of the hospital, looking forward to the Liuyuan. Forgetting Chuan first saw it and whispered to Feng Yuxi: "Miss, there is someone at the door."

She also looked at the little girl, only to see anxious on her face, with some timidity, but not like a thief. She walked a few steps forward and waved at the little girl: "Come here."

The little girl was stunned and squatted forward, fearing that someone would follow.

Feng Yu saw her in a bowl of clear noodle soup with two green leaves on her face. The scented hot air was apparently just out of the pan.

"Which garden are you in?" She deliberately slowed down her tone, and even the suffocation that had appeared because of the bowl of yang medicine also converges.

Xiao Shantou was slightly relieved, and lowered his head and replied: "The slave is the person in the court of Han Yuniang. Han Yu Niang said that the two young masters are sick, the stomach is not comfortable, they should eat some oil-free pasta, and they will cook in the kitchen. The bowl noodles, sent to the slaves."

Xiao Shantou said that while pushing the tray to the front of Feng Yu, even if the jade has come to wait, she insisted that Feng Yuqi personally take the tray.

Feng Yuxi did not refuse, and reached forward, deliberately rubbing the hand of the little girl to take the tray. Sure enough, just as the **** touched, a small note was tucked into her palm.

"The slaves retire." The mission was completed, and the little girl ran in a hurry.

Qing Yu also wondered: "There is no such thing as the gimmicks in this house. How can the master pick up the things?" Then I quickly took the tray from Feng Yu's hands and thought about it. I carefully asked: "Miss, can this bowl of noodles be eaten?"

Although I just entered the government yesterday, I want to come to Sun Hao and forget the Sichuan Huangquan. There is nothing less to do with the three servants in the Fengfuli. The three literate singers have been able to distinguish who is their own and who is The person to be opposed.

When Feng Yuxi came to the bowl, he smelled no problem. When she saw Qingyu, she nodded: "I can eat, the pasta is good, and I will feed the younger."

"The slaves will go." Qingyu leaned back and retired.

Feng Yuxi opened the note in his hand and saw two lines of words on the grass above: "The doctor is a distant relative of Jin Zhen. The medicine must have problems. Don't drink."

Feng Yu blinked, Jin Zhen? well.

But she didn't understand why Han had to pass such a note to herself. Before she came to Liuyuan with Shen, she was clearly standing in one place.

"Sun Hao." She yelled at Sun Hao, who had just come out from Zirui House. "You go to Jinjinyuan to find Jinzhen, and he said that Zirui’s medicine has been sent, since the big lady is like this. Concerned, it is better to let Jin Zhen girl look at drinking."

Sun Hao nodded and looked at the medicine bowl that he had forgotten. He did not say anything and went straight out of the yard.

Feng Yu yelled for forgetting Sichuan and her back to the house. The two men whispered something, and they saw that Feng Yu’s hand was stuffed with the same thing.