Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 26 Eye contact (asking for tickets, asking for tickets)

   "Ha! Hahaha!" Fan Xian laughed until tears came out after hearing the reason, and lifted the isoniazid in his hand to Zhou Ji, who then paid attention to the medicine description next to him.

"It is suitable for the treatment of various types of tuberculosis, including tuberculous meningitis and other mycobacterial infections, and can be used for the prevention of various types of tuberculosis." Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing out, knowing that he was about to travel to the world of Qing Yu Nian. It's too late to buy other medicines, and I'm just trying my luck today to find out if amoxicillin, cephalosporin and other medicines can help Fan Xian.

   As a result, the east corner was lost, and the mulberry elm was harvested.

  Unfortunately, all the commonly used medicines in the backpack were useless, and isoniazid, which was specially bought to prevent dogs, turned out to be a special medicine for treating tuberculosis!

  Fan Ruoruo was infected by the two of them. Even though he didn't understand what they meant, seeing Fan Xian's joy from the bottom of his heart, a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll send the medicine to Wan'er tonight. With this bottle of isoniazid, combined with traditional Chinese medicine for recuperation, I'm 100% sure to cure her." Fan Xian clutched the bottle and refused to let go. Looking at it, most of the boredom of being assassinated today was swept away.

  Zhou Ji smiled and said: "There is no such thing as drug resistance in this era, I think you should be careful and pay attention to the dosage."

  Fan Xian nodded in agreement, and said with a smile, "I will pay attention."

  Teng Zijing's wound has been treated properly, and Zhou Ji even gave him a dose of tetanus shot from the first aid kit. It should be fine as long as he takes care of it carefully.

  The backpack was put away again, and several boxes of commonly used medicines were left for Fan Xian, Zhou Ji got up and said goodbye.

  Fan Xian wanted to get up to see him off, but Fan Ruoruo pushed him back to his seat, saying that he wanted him to have a good rest, and that he could just leave the guest room to her.

  Fan Xian looked at Fan Ruoruo's cheerful figure and felt something was wrong, he shook his head and returned to the room.

  At the night banquet that night, Zhou Ji was invited to the table again. With Fan Jian's thanks again, he sat in the second seat on the right, facing Liu's.

   "Master Zhou, you are about the same age as Xian'er, if you don't give up, I'll call you Ji'er too." Liu's eyes were kind, and the smile on his face was quite sincere.

  Chicken?

   Zhou Ji's eyes twitched, and amidst Fan Xian's snickering, he quickly clasped his fists and said, "Don't dare, Master Fan and Mrs. Liu call me Zhou Ji, just Xiao Zhou."

  Mr. Liu didn't think too much, and still said kindly: "Xiao Zhou, I heard that you are one year older than him, what month is your birthday?"

"I was born in the afternoon of the third day of October. As for the exact time, I have forgotten." Zhou Ji already sensed that something was wrong. He glanced at Fan Xian and gave him a look for help. Fan Xian just wanted to speak but was stared at by Fan Jian. , The half straightened body collapsed again.

   "The third day of October."

Fan Ruoruo, who was eavesdropping on the sidelines, quietly wrote down, glanced at the crowd with a guilty conscience, just in time to see Zhou Ji's begging look towards Fan Xian, and then looked at his father, only to see his father glaring at Fan Xian, holding a Holding the chopsticks, the other hand seems to be pinching something.

   Wouldn’t it be to calculate the horoscope?

  Zhou Ji naturally also noticed Fan Jian's little trick, and felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't leave the meeting angrily, so he could only try his best to evade the topic and fight wits and courage.

   Just when the situation is getting more and more anxious, at a critical moment.

  Looking like a transparent person, Fan Sizhe, who was ignored by no one in the audience, suddenly said, "Mother, Zhou Ji is also my brother's benefactor after all, you see you ask all kinds of things, and he didn't even eat a few bites of food."

   "That's right! Zhou Ji is my good friend, and he did me such a big favor today, so he should be treated with hospitality." Fan Xian quickly agreed, and served Zhou Ji with a dish, "Come on, try this, it tastes good."

  Just as Liu Shi was about to speak, Fan Xian placed his chopsticks on the side of Zhou Ji's bowl again, "This one is also delicious."

  Because of his original family, Zhou Jiji is not good at this kind of family banquet for the elders, and he finally heaved a sigh of relief now that someone solved the situation.

  After dinner, Fan Xian packed up and set off, planning to find Lin Wan'er.

  Zhou Ji returned to the guest room, declined Liu's invitation to chat, and lay down on the bed relieved, with a wry smile on his face.

   Spreading out his palms, a trace of fluorescent light lit up in the dark room.

  I saw a square image floating in the palm of his hand, and the Dao pattern in the array was flickering, conveying a vague message to him.

   There are still three months before the next crossing starts.

   After three months, he can choose to stay in this world, or he can choose to leave at any time.

  No matter how you choose, there will be no punishment, nor will there be rewards.

  The red pill and the blue pill were quietly placed in front of his eyes, free to choose.

  Zhou Ji's wry smile gradually turned into calmness, his palms closed slightly, and the array disappeared.

  I...do not belong here after all.

   the next day.

  As the city gate opened, two big news shocked the entire capital.

  One is that Lin Gong, the son of Lin Ruofu, the prime minister of the current dynasty, was buried in another courtyard outside the city. He was burned to ashes together with a dozen guards, and there were no bones left.

  The other is Fan Xian, the son of Fan Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, was assassinated in Niulan Street. Fortunately, the guards rescued him desperately, and returned home safely after killing Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

  In comparison, the three female disciples of Si Gu Jian died in the alley of Dongshi, which is a bit insignificant.

  At this time, Fan Xian, who was in the center of the vortex, had already left the city, was carried by Zhou Ji on his shoulders, and turned over two mountains.

   "Cough cough cough~~! Stop stop! I'm dizzy."

Passing a mountain pass, Fan Xian quickly patted Zhou Ji's arm, signaling him to put himself down, and then sat down on the ground panting heavily, "Are you still a human? This lightness skill is worse than the martial arts movies I've seen." To exaggerate."

"Just kidding, when I attacked Yangzhou at night, it can be said that I traveled thousands of miles a day." Zhou Ji was actually a little exhausted. With his lightness kung fu, it would be no problem to chase a horse by himself, but if he carried another one, it would be a bit strenuous indeed. up.

   "Do you really think of yourself as Lu of the Red Rabbit?" Fan Xian took a rest for a while, regained his composure and complained.

   "Hey, if you really pull Chitu, I'll let you run thirty-nine meters first." Zhou Ji snorted coldly, hugged his shoulders against a tree, and pretended to be a **** in front of others.

   "Tsk~" Fan Xian sneered and didn't say anything else. He knew that the other party wasn't lying from the wind and lightning he felt just now. At least it's not something ordinary people can do in the mountains.

   "Okay, let's continue walking when you're almost rested, catch Si Lili as soon as possible, and you will be at ease sooner." Zhou Ji looked at the mountain road in the distance, turned and said.

   "Then can you change your position?" Fan Xian rubbed his stomach and complained, "I don't want to lose face when someone carries me on my shoulders?"

  Zhou Ji curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Then what do you want? Do you want to hug a princess? I don't want to hug a man."

   "Back, you can always carry it?" Fan Xian didn't want to be hugged by the princess either, and it was only a little face to be carried on his shoulders. If he was hugged by the princess, he would be completely humiliated.

  Zhou Ji shook his head and resisted. Of course, a master comes out to show his holiness in front of others, and he can carry it on his shoulders. If he carries a man on his back, how can he be ____?

  ………

   (The results of the new book are related to the recommended position in the future, please show mercy and cast a few votes~)

   I still haven’t been able to write the feeling of eye contact in Chapter 10 of the second season of Chunwu

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