The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Yes, Master." Shuiyan and Narcissus responded at the same time, turned and left.

"Go and invite the Nine Patriarchs to the main hall and serve tea." He instructed his disciples.

"Yes, master." The disciples left in response, leaving only Xing Liaomu and Ming Bufan.

"Liao Mu, what do you think of this matter?" He asked.

Xing Liaomu was helpless when he heard Ming Bufan's question. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed softly.

"Master, you know me well. Although I'm a bit mixed up in my daily work, it's true for Jiu Qi who can only bully others in the Jiu family... Anyway, I told my father that anyone who wants to marry her should marry her, just don't marry her." Hit your mind on me."

If Jiu Qi really married into the Xing family, and she was his wife, then the Xing family would be doomed?

"Then you mean not to save?" Ming Bufan asked.

The pharmacist had heard about the sick people outside, and he had also heard about Jiuqi's illness.

It's just that he doesn't know who it is who dares to do this to the daughter of the Jiu family, but this is not what he should pay attention to.

"That's not it." Xing Liaomu quickly shook his head when Ming Bufan said he couldn't save him.

Even if he doesn't like Jiuqi, but the Xingjiu family are family friends after all, and Uncle Jiu begged to come to the door, so he couldn't help it, right?

"Master, please help me, if you can push this marriage, I will thank you for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Ming Bufan glared at him, "You, why don't you use your shrewd thoughts on yourself?"

If the Xing family withdraws their marriage, wouldn't that be a big debt of gratitude to the Jiu family? Can the head of the Xing family do such a thing?

"If you really don't want to marry Jiuqi, who can force you?"

His apprentice, as long as he opens his mouth to say a word, let alone ten or eight years, even if he doesn't go home for 180 years, he can do it. Does the Jiujia want Jiuqi to wait until he is over 50 years old before remarrying?

But now is not the time to talk about it, but about the poison on Jiuqi.

"Do you know who poisoned her?" He asked seriously.

Xing Liaomu was taken aback and shook his head.

"I don't know. From my father's tone, it seems that even he doesn't know."

He always suspected that there was some weirdness in it. Shouldn't he explain the cause and effect of the poisoning first when he came to seek medical treatment, but Uncle Ninth refused to say anything.

"This matter must be asked clearly." Ming Bufan said.

It's not that he likes to gossip, but the reality, if he doesn't even know who poisoned him, and he helps someone get rid of the poison, then next time the person who poisoned him should poison him, the one who saved him.

He didn't want to cause trouble for an insignificant person.

"I know, I will ask you later." Xing Liaomu nodded.

Not to mention the master, even he would not help others without knowing why, especially if he didn't know who Jiu Qi had offended this time.

...

Above the main hall of Yeyou Hall, the head of the Nine Patriarchs, Jiu Qi, and Jiu Mo all came, and the one who accompanied them was the head mistress of the Xing Family, that is, Xing Liao Mu's mother.

"This Liao Mu, why did we have to wait here for so long? It really shouldn't be."

After waiting and waiting, but she didn't see her son come out, Mrs. Xing's complexion turned a little bad, and she couldn't help muttering.

It's not that she can't wait, but that she is also a person who wants to save face, and now she is helping the Jiu Family, how can she be happy when she is so humiliated?