Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Ha! Hahaha!" After hearing the reason, Fan Xian laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and he lifted the isoniazid in his hand to Zhou Ji, who then paid attention to the medicine description next to him.

"It is suitable for the treatment of various types of tuberculosis, including tuberculous meningitis and other mycobacterial infections, and can be used for the prevention of various types of tuberculosis." Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing out, knowing that he was about to travel to the world of Qing Yu Nian. It's too late to buy other medicines, and I'm just trying my luck today to find out if amoxicillin, cephalosporin and other medicines can help Fan Xian.

As a result, the east corner was lost, and the mulberry elm was harvested.

By mistake, all the commonly used medicines in a backpack are useless, and isoniazid, which is specially bought to prevent dogs, has become a special medicine for treating tuberculosis!

Fan Ruoruo was infected by the two, even though he didn't understand what they meant, but seeing Fan Xian's heartfelt joy, a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll send the medicine to Wan'er tonight. With this bottle of isoniazid, combined with traditional Chinese medicine for recuperation, I'm 100% sure to cure her." Fan Xian clutched the bottle and refused to let go. Looking at it, most of the boredom of being assassinated today was swept away.

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "There is no such thing as drug resistance in this era, I think you should be careful and pay attention to the dosage."

Fan Xian nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "I'll keep an eye on it."

The wound on Teng Zijing's side has been treated properly, and Zhou Ji even gave him a dose of tetanus shot in the first aid kit. It should be fine as long as he takes care of it carefully.

After putting away the backpack again and leaving some boxes of commonly used medicine for Fan Xian, Zhou Ji got up and said goodbye.

Fan Xian wanted to get up to see him off, but Fan Ruoruo pushed him back to his seat, saying that he wanted him to have a good rest, and that he could just leave the guest room to her.

Looking at Fan Ruoruo's cheerful figure, Fan Xian felt something was wrong, shook his head and returned to the room.

At the banquet that night, Zhou Ji was invited to the table again, and with Fan Jian's thanks again, he sat in the second seat on the right, facing Liu's.

"Young master Zhou, you are about the same age as Xian'er, if you don't give up, I will call you Ji'er too." Liu's eyes were kind, and the smile on his face was quite sincere.

Chicken?

The corners of Zhou Ji's eyes twitched, and amidst Fan Xian's snickering, he quickly clasped his fists and said, "Don't dare, Master Fan and Mrs. Liu call me Zhou Ji, just Xiao Zhou."

Mrs. Liu didn't think too much, and still said kindly: "Xiao Zhou, I heard from Xian'er that you are one year older than him, what month is your birthday?"

"I was born in the afternoon of the third day of October. As for the exact time, I have forgotten." Zhou Ji already sensed that something was wrong. He glanced at Fan Xian and gave him a look for help. Fan Xian just wanted to speak but was stared at by Fan Jian. , The half straightened body collapsed again.

"The third day of October."

Fan Ruoruo, who was eavesdropping on the sidelines, quietly wrote down, glanced at the crowd with a guilty conscience, just in time to see Zhou Ji's begging look towards Fan Xian, and then looked at his father, only to see his father glaring at Fan Xian, holding a Holding the chopsticks, the other hand seems to be pinching something.

Wouldn't it be to count the eight characters?

Naturally, Zhou Ji also noticed Fan Jian's little tricks, and felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't want to leave the meeting angrily, so he could only try his best to evade the topic and fight wits and courage.

Just when the situation was getting more and more anxious, at a critical moment.

Like a transparent person, Fan Sizhe, who was ignored by no one in the audience, suddenly said, "Mother, Zhou Ji is also my brother's benefactor after all. You see, he didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of food when you asked all kinds of questions."

"That's right! Zhou Ji is my good friend, and he did me such a big favor today, so he should treat him with hospitality." Fan Xian quickly agreed, and served Zhou Ji with food, "Come on, try this, it tastes good."

Just as Liu Shi was about to speak, Fan Xian placed his chopsticks on the side of Zhou Ji's bowl again, "This one is also delicious."

Because of his original family, Zhou Jiji was not good at this kind of family banquet for the elders, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief now that someone solved the situation.

After dinner, Fan Xian packed up and set off, planning to find Lin Wan'er.

Zhou Ji returned to the guest room, declined Liu's invitation to chat, and lay down on the bed with a sigh of relief, with a wry smile on his face.

Spreading his palms, a trace of fluorescent light lit up in the dark room.

I saw a square image floating in his palm, and the Dao patterns in the formation flickered, conveying a vague message to him.

There are still three months before the next crossing starts.

After three months, he can choose to stay in this world, or he can choose to leave at any time.

No matter how you choose, there will be no penalty, and there will be no reward either.

The red pill and the blue pill were quietly placed in front of his eyes, free to choose.

The wry smile on Zhou Ji's face gradually turned calm, his palms closed slightly, and the array disappeared.

I...do not belong here after all.

the next day.

With the opening of the city gate, two big news shocked the entire capital.

One is that Lin Gong, the son of Lin Ruofu, the prime minister of the current dynasty, was buried in a courtyard outside the city. He was burned to ashes together with a dozen guards, and there were no bones left.

The other is Fan Xian, the son of Fan Jian, Minister of the Household Department, was assassinated on Niulan Street. Fortunately, the guards rescued him desperately, and returned home safely after killing Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

In comparison, the three female disciples of Si Gu Jian died in the alley of Dongshi, which is a bit insignificant.

But at this time, Fan Xian, who was in the center of the vortex, had already left the city, was carried by Zhou Ji on his shoulders, and turned over two mountains.

"Cough cough cough~~! Stop stop! I'm dizzy."

Passing a mountain pass, Fan Xian quickly patted Zhou Ji's arm, signaling him to put himself down, and then sat down on the ground panting heavily, "Are you still a human? This lightness skill is worse than the martial arts movies I've seen." To exaggerate."

"Just kidding, when I attacked Yangzhou at night, it can be said that I traveled thousands of miles a day." Zhou Ji was actually a little exhausted. With his lightness kung fu, it would be no problem to chase a horse by himself, but if he carried another one, it would be a bit strenuous indeed. up.

"Do you really think of yourself as Lu of the Red Rabbit?" Fan Xian took a rest for a while, regained his composure and complained.

"Hey, if you really pull Chitu, I'll let you run thirty-nine meters first." Zhou Ji snorted coldly, leaning against a tree with his arms around his shoulders, pretending to be a saint in front of others.

"Tsk~" Fan Xian sneered and didn't say anything else. He knew that the other party wasn't lying from the wind and lightning he felt just now. At least in the mountains and forests, it was not something ordinary people could do.

"Okay, if you're resting, let's keep going. If you catch Si Lili as soon as possible, you can feel at ease sooner." Zhou Ji looked at the mountain road in the distance, turned and said.

"Then can you change your position?" Fan Xian rubbed his stomach and complained, "I don't want to lose face if I'm being carried on my shoulders?"

Zhou Ji curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Then what do you want? The princess hugs? I don't want to hug a man."

"Back, it's okay, right?" Fan Xian didn't want to be hugged by the princess either, it was just a shame to carry it on his shoulders, if he was hugged by the princess, he would lose his whole body.

Zhou Ji shook his head and resisted. Of course, a master comes out to show off his holiness, and he can carry it on his shoulders. If he carries a man on his back, how can he have a character?

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I still haven't been able to write the feeling of the eye contact in the 10th chapter of the second season of Chunwu