The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

The so-called good is not good, the bad spirit.

The carriage that leaves the palace must go to Zhengyangmen first, then drive from Zhengyangmen all the way to Jingzheng Street, but it has not yet reached Zhengyangmen, and the wheel suddenly broke down.

The coachman is a small **** next to the emperor. The car outside the palace cannot enter the palace. The Yunfu carriage that Ji Nanzhen rides can only stop outside Zhengyangmen.

The young **** is young, has no experience, and sees that the car is broken. There is still a long distance from Zhengyangmen. It is full of sweat and busy.

Ji Nanzhen thought about changing the wheel, and he couldn't sit in the car, so he took Xiaoli and got off the bus.

The little **** squatted down and understood it, but he had no tools on his hands, and he had no way to repair it. He looked like he was crying.

Ji Nanxi didn’t want to be a child, he said: “It’s not far from the palace gate. It’s here, it’s gone.”

The little **** did not agree: "Tai Fu adults are old, how can you let you go on foot, and ask the adults later, the miners will go find another car..."

As I said, there was a wheel sound in the distance, and the little eunuch’s eyes glowed. Take a closer look and shoot a thigh: "It’s the car of the National Elephant Superintendent, and the grown-up will be notified later."

National Elephant Supervisor, National Teacher?

Ji Nan’s brows were slightly stunned, and he wanted to stop the little eunuch, but the little **** was flying fast and blinked away.

Ji Nanzhen has a bad expression.

After a while, the little **** ran back and the carriage followed.

The little **** was panting and said: "Tai Fu, the national teacher is in the car, the slaves say that our car is broken, and the national teacher is willing to take the adult."

Ji Nan squinted his lips and looked up at the red-topped carriage slowly. In front of them, the curtains opened and there was a white-whiskered white hair, but the young man with a slightly elegant voice. Open the road: "I don't know when Taifu will return to Beijing. Since there is a fate, please take a break."

The other party spoke up. Ji Nanxun was not happy, and he was not good at the scene. He paused for a moment and thought that Zhengyangmen was coming soon. He didn't care about this moment, he was silent, and took Xiaoli to the car.

The decoration on the car is simple, the small table in the middle is burning with fragrance, the Buddha loves to use sandalwood, and the Taoist loves to use fragrance.

Ji Nanxuan saw the dust hanging on the wall of the car, thinking that this country is not only with Qingfeng Town.

When people are young, they are unclear. When they were young, they also did things that were not rebellious, and they didn’t have any plans to talk to them.

The national teacher also remained silent. Probably the person who cultivated the Tao was so clean. He seemed to be exceptionally detached.

The first to break the silence, but Xiaoli.

The little guy took a hard look at the national teacher, first looked at his facial features, then looked at his hair, and finally his eyes fixed on his eyebrows, then muttered: "Is it dyed?"

When he blurted out, he realized that he had made a sound, and he sipped his mouth and leaned against his grandfather.

The National Teacher is an adult. He did not care about the little baby. He only smiled and asked Tai Fu: "Is this little son?"

Ji Nan’s face said: “My doll.” Then added another sentence: “Children’s words are unscrupulous.”

Guo Shi shook his head, lowered his eyebrows, and picked up the tea at hand, taking a sip.

Putting down the cup, he saw the little doll staring at his face, and said a rare saying: "It’s a price to pry into the sky. It’s the price." He said, he stroked his white hair. Although there is regret in the tone, but the look is a bit proud, and with the heavens, the self-contained theory of heaven, he is too much to use magical powers, only to fall to this, but mortal can communicate with the sky, already a Extravagance is extravagant.

Xiao Li heard that this was not dyed. He couldn’t help but said: "It’s not dyed, it’s sick."

The national teacher had a meal and looked at the child.

Xiaoli Dao: "White hair disease, a premature gene failure disorder, white hair is divided into two types, one is congenital formation, the other is acquired, you are saying that it is a prying eye, that is Nothing before, and later, that is the formation of the day after tomorrow, the presumed factors of the formation of the day after tomorrow are mental factors, nutritional factors, thyroid secretion disorders and other factors, you are not always insomnia, depression, high tension, overwork, resulting in excessive hormones in the body To make the black hair white, that is, suffering from other skin diseases, organ diseases, pernicious anemia, autonomic disorders, etc. I don’t know if you are young, sick or premature, and it’s not a long-term solution.

National Division:"……"

Ji Nanzhen took the clothes corner of Lazeng’s grandson and said: “The people who don’t know, don’t say anything.” In fact, he also

I feel that the national teacher is sick. A good young man suddenly has a white hair. It is not a disease or a evil. However, he is still complacent and does not know what he is thinking.

Xiaoli is a small doctor. When he thinks about it, he thinks about it. When he thinks about it, he picks up a Founder business card from the small bag that he taught him when he was in Qujiang. He handed it up: "If Mr. wants to be as early as possible Healing, can come to the Yuncheng Medical Museum in Beijing to find me, but I did not place a bill in the medical center, but I can consult for you, of course, the consultation is also to collect money, I am fifty-two, you are not too expensive, you white The disease is a difficult disease, the doctor of the big medical hall does not necessarily cure you well, you should consider it yourself, it is best to discuss it with your family members. After all, an hour and fifty are not small money."

The national teacher was holding this square note with a square, and his expression was a bit stiff.

At this time, Zhengyangmen also arrived. The little **** outside the car called, and Ji Nanxi did not like the national teacher. He was busy with Xiaoli and quickly got off.

The national teacher in the car did not move. He stared at the small note and his face was dark and inky.

On the carriage of the Yun family, Ji Nanzhen did not catch up with the national teacher. He was relieved, and Xiaoli said: "The man is not a good person. He is dead and living. It has nothing to do with us. If he really comes to the hospital to find you, You don't see him."

Xiaoli is not clear: "Why? I am sick and I am very uncomfortable."

Ji Nanyan squinted his face: "He is very evil. He hasn't found anything today. It's that he is well covered. You are young and have more contact with him. Too grandfather is afraid that he will harm you."

Xiaoli muttered: "It’s not a sinister story, how can it be harmful?"

Ji Nanzhen knocked on the brains of Zeng’s grandson: "In short, you remember, don't see him again."

Xiao Li’s head is still promised. Grandpa is worried that he will worry about him. He must listen to his parents.

Just thinking, but a little embarrassed: "White hair is not a terminal illness, but he has been cured, and I don't know what the source of the disease is. If it is caused by organ failure, it will not last long."

Ji Nan snorted: "Take him, he is a disaster, if he is seriously ill, it is also the retribution that God gave him."

Xiaoli can only nod, but still intends to go home, talk to the mother, and see what the mother is. 2k novel reading network