Evil Doctor Concubine Ao: Your Highness, eat meat!

Chapter 22 Alchemist

Speaking of this, Jun Moli couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "Grandpa thought you were honest, but the next day, you came to me with a roast chicken and was caught by grandpa again! Grandpa had no choice but to let me go out."

Although this was not what Jun Moli experienced personally, the memories in her mind seemed to have happened to her before, making her feel Jun Xian's pampering.

"Uncle, Li'er knows that since childhood, you have loved and loved Li'er the most! Don't ignore me, okay?" Jun Moli begged.

She used to coax an angry master like this, and she tried everything.

Jun Xian opened his eyes, looked at the furry head on his knees, tears rolled in his eyes.

Back then, when the child was brought back by the second brother, he was only a little bit old, and he was very happy.

White and tender, staring at him with big black eyes, as if looking into his heart, from now on, as long as there is something good, the first thing that comes to mind is his precious niece!

The second brother left behind the child.

Father and elder brother are busy with their affairs.

So the heavy responsibility of taking care of the little bun fell on his head.

It can be said that he guards the little milk bag in his arms day and night, looking forward to and looking forward to when she will grow up.

He thought that when she grew up, he would take her to play in Qiulong, Jiaolong, and all the fun places in Qianlong Continent, so that she would be safe and happy all her life.

And now, she's grown up.

But he has become like this!
People are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, they can only paralyze in this wheelchair, lingering on their last legs!
You can't take Li'er to ride a horse, you can't take her to travel all over Qianlong's land, and now even reaching out to hug her and rub the top of her head is an extravagant hope.

He didn't want to wait for himself to die, the impression left in Jun Qin and Jun Moli's mind was so unbearable!
So he ruthlessly shouted: "I don't know who you are! I don't need you to sympathize with me! You go, you go!!!"

While yelling, he hit the wooden board on the wheelchair with the back of his head.

"Uncle, uncle, don't do this."

Jun Moli hurriedly put his hand behind his head to prevent him from hurting himself.

The bumps made her hands hurt, but she gritted her teeth and insisted, never pulling her hands away.

"Sigh~"

Finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a breath of air-conditioning.

Hearing the gasp, Jun Xian stopped the self-mutilation, tilted his head slightly, gasped continuously, and couldn't help but shed tears as he watched the stubborn niece.

"What's wrong with you..."

Jun Moli knew that he would not do anything to hurt himself again, so he took his hand back and put it behind his back.

Trying to calm myself down, sniffing, and looking him in the eyes: "Uncle, if I say, I can cure you, would you believe it?"

When Jun Xian heard her words, he thought she was trying to comfort him.

Laughing at myself: "Li'er, I know what's wrong with my body. Even Ouyang Alchemist said it can't be cured, who else can heal?"

"Ouyang Alchemist?"

This is not the first time Jun Moli has heard this name. He healed her injuries and the relapse of her grandfather's old illness before.

In fact, in this world, as long as the spiritual roots and tendons are not damaged, several books can be cured.

But my uncle was hit hard by both!
It is said that Ouyang the pharmacist, who was once a drug boy in the hands of a ghost doctor, is now the second only pharmacist in the continent after the ghost hands.

If he can't, what about the ghost hand?

Can't he?
(End of this chapter)