Into the World of Medicine

If this is not the case today, the treasurer will not bring people to this box.

"Master, this Nangong is really too hypocritical." After those people left the box, Xiaobai couldn't help but speak. "The shopkeeper is also a lack of heart. How can he be grateful to this Nangong?"

"This Nangong Temple is indeed pretending to be very good." Murong leaned down and put down the shawl, smiled and shook his head. "But just in a few words, he turned the treasurer into a group. Such a person is the well-deserved future of Nangong." Homeowner! It is really hypocritical."

"Oh, it’s just a small Nangong family. I dare to sway here." Xiaobai dismissively said, "A small family in this small place, what a great thing."

Small place, small family?

When I heard Xiaobai’s unintentional words, Murong’s face was left with a heart. “Xiaobai, what do you mean by this? This Nangong family is a big family in the Shenghong mainland. It’s hard, you mean— "Another bigger place, a bigger world?"

Although the heart thinks like this, but Murong has not asked for an exit. However, her doubtful look at Xiaobai is obviously doubtful.

Xiaobai also realized that he seemed to say the wrong thing. Its eyes were free and distracted, that is, they did not dare to directly look at the face of Murong.

After a long time, the first thing to surrender is still white. "Oh, master, some things, I can’t say it now. When I get there, I will tell you all about it."

It is not intended to deceive the owner, but it is not yet explained. Even if it is said now, the owner does not necessarily understand.

Looking at Xiao Bai’s scratching his head, Murong couldn’t help but smile. After she patted Xiaobai’s head, she smiled and said, “Well, since I don’t want to say it, don’t say it. Not hungry. Have you eaten yet?"

With the permission of the owner, Xiaobai jumped to the table and began to eat.

Murong also sat down and started to use lunch with Xiaobai. However, with Xiao Bai's wind and cloud, she seems to be Sven.

After the lunch, Murong pours the box with Xiaobai. Fortunately, when they left, they did not meet Nangong and others again.

Just as Murong looked down and went downstairs with a small white, he saw a purple man surrounded by a group of people and walked into the Yuelai Restaurant.

Although he does not know the identity of a man, he is a tall and handsome figure. The clothes are fine silk on ice purple, and the snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaves and the sheep fat jade on his head complement each other, subtly highlighting the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous noble son.

This shows that this man should be a noble son. However, the purple man’s face was pale and his face was awkward, which was a problem with his body.

However, Murong is not a nosy person. Although she is a doctor, she is not a bad person who is sympathetic. Therefore, even if she knows that the man is not feeling well, she has nothing to do with her.

Just as the two men passed by, the purple man suddenly grabbed his chest with a discomfort, and then exhaled, but the whole person looked like it was breathless. The pale face was whiter, and the whole person looked like he was going to be mad at any time.

"The son." The first reaction was an old man who had been following the man in purple. He immediately supported the man in purple, and his face was nervous. "Come on! The son is sick."

The old man, the steward of the purple man, Li Guanjia, was all anxious at this time.

His son has been sick since he was born. For many years, he has been able to nurse well, and there is no way to heal. Every incident of the son is very dangerous, but there is no such pharmacist can cure the disease of the son.

Today, it’s rare for the son to be in a good mood. He wants to come out and distract himself, but this happened. If the son really did something today, then he really died.