The Magician's Female Apothecary

Chapter 81 Not So Simple (2)
It was a middle-aged man, roughly estimated to be in his forties, with a dignified appearance, exuding a soft and bookish atmosphere, his brows were always tightened, as if he had no intention of letting go, and his long black hair It has been stained with a lot of white embellishments, giving people a feeling of premature aging.

"Yes, master, they are the tutors and students of the Young Master Academy..." The servant saluted respectfully without looking sideways.

"Take them to Yonger's place..." Na Lan Hao glanced at the two figures in front of him indifferently, sighed leisurely, and walked to the other side with his hands behind his back. This famous doctor in Fengcheng has been invited by himself , none of them can be cured, what can a college of them do?
Murong Ying kept looking at that figure who was going away. The moment she saw him just now, she almost rushed to hug him. That face, which was similar to that of her old fox father in modern times, always made her unforgettable. Not being able to see my father for the last time has always been my own pain.

"What? The taste has changed?" Although he knew that there must be a reason for her appearance, Zhan Wushuang still couldn't help teasing.

Murong Ying glared at him, raised her foot and stepped forward fiercely, walking forward with her head held high.

"Ah, it hurts..." Zhan Wushuang clutched his injured foot and limped hurriedly to follow. In this world, you really can't offend a woman.

Before he reached Lanyong's bedroom, he could see a few maids arranging some white lanterns at the door of the room from a distance, which seemed a little weird at first glance.

"What are they doing?" Murong Ying couldn't help asking, since she entered the mansion, she has always wanted to know why they did this. Isn't Lan Yong still dead?

The servant continued to walk forward indifferently, "The master told me that the third young master will not live for a few more days, and it will be a matter of time before he dies, so let the people below prepare first..."

Is it really that serious?Murong Ying was secretly surprised, thinking about the figure who was still running towards Mount Luojia at that time, it was hard to imagine that she was about to die at this time.

"You guys go in..." The servant walked to the door of the room, and then walked slowly to the other side.

Murong Ying looked at the boy suspiciously, maybe she was still worried about being infected?Gently pushing open the door in front of him, a disgusting breath came oncoming.

Seeing someone push open the door, the maid serving inside even slapped the incense burner in front of her desperately, trying to use this to cover up the smell.

Murong Ying frowned slightly. She had been to the disaster area to provide support before, and she had never seen any big scenes. She had already lost the feeling of this rancid smell, but she was still a little surprised when she saw the figure on the bed who had already breathed a sigh of relief. The pustules everywhere covered up his body, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

"It seems that time is really running out..." Zhan Wushuang just glanced lightly, and took a few steps back to the door, the rancid smell was really unbearable.

Murong Ying gritted her teeth, ignored the surprised expressions of the servant girls, gently took out Lan Yong's hand, and began to feel the pulse.

Seeing her serious expression, Zhan Wushuang was a little moved. It is not a bad idea to take this opportunity to test her medical skills. Isn't the most lacking in the devil world is a doctor?

I don't know how much time has passed, when the maid at the side changed some pots of incense burners, Murong Ying wiped the beads on her forehead, and let out a leisurely sigh of relief.

Looking at her relieved appearance, did she think of a way?Zhan Wushuang raised his eyebrows slightly, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"This person can still be saved, but it's not that simple..."

(End of this chapter)