Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"Save, save people?" Di Chang's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard the words, Mo Junli turned his head and saw his hesitant look, and guessed that his little national teacher had probably found Mo Shuli by now, Simply frowning, he let go of his hands unhurriedly.

"Yes, save people." The young man nodded, and moved his jaw lightly towards the backyard of the Prince's Mansion while talking, "If you don't believe me, then let's go and see for ourselves."

"Zuo Aci is here to heal the sick and the sick—it's not some shameful business."

"This... this—" The man who was used to watching the storms with Mo Shuli was suddenly stunned by the young man's candid and frank attitude.

He stood there, staring blankly at Mo Junli's eyes for a while, and then nodded his head as if waking up from a dream after a while: "Okay, Your Highness, please follow the servants."

Tsk, as A Ci said, although Di Chang can be called honest and honest, his brain is really not good. In addition, his second brother is a long-term sick person, and it is inevitable to wish for recovery More urgent than ordinary people...

I can't blame the master and servant for being taken advantage of by the teacher Xiu Qi!
The young man who followed Di Chang out of the front hall thought to himself, raising his eyes to look at the sun in the sky.

At that time, Master Mu had already followed the hexagrams and followed the most sickly part of the prince's mansion, and successfully found Mo Shuli's residence along a straight line.

Young people who have been sick all the year round always like to be quiet, and usually there are not many people in this big prince's mansion. Seeing that there are not many servants around here, Mu Xici just raised his leg and kicked the quilt open quickly. A closed door.

"boom--"

The loud noise made the young man who had been ill for several days suddenly tremble. Mo Shuli turned his head around the sound, and when he fixed his eyes, he was almost scared and rolled to the ground by the girl in Xuanyi who suddenly appeared outside the door!

"Miss Mu San, you...you..." The sickly young man who barely supported half of his body trembled and shook his lips, unable to utter a single sentence for a long time.

Stepping into the room, Master Mu could see at a glance the sickness in his body that was getting stronger and mixed with strands of evil. The anger in his stomach that had already risen to his chest suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

"Hey, Second Highness, I haven't seen you for a few months. Why are you in such a miserable situation? When I entered the palace this morning, I heard His Majesty say, didn't your leg heal early?"

"It seems that the 'superior' who treated your leg at the beginning is not very good at it. How come your condition started to recur within half a year?"

Seeing Mo Shuli's sickly appearance, Mu Xici flexed his wrist in a grotesque manner, then stepped forward and pinched the young man's wrist involuntarily.

Mo Shuli, who was suddenly killed, wanted to struggle subconsciously, but the seemingly thin girl had great strength in her hands, even if he exerted all his breastfeeding strength, he was still firmly held by her. Pressed under the palm, unable to break free.

"Your Highness, I suggest that you stop struggling." Mu Daguo frowned, and as he spoke, he took out a handful of gold-tailed silver needles of different lengths from his bosom, snapped his fingers, and sealed the youth in the blink of an eye. Several acupuncture points on the arm.

"Otherwise, I don't mind taking your bones off first before feeling your pulse."

The little girl grinned falsely, and Mo Shuli was intimidated by the almost undisguised fierce light in her pupils, so he straightened his arms obediently in a hurry.

"Tsk, this Gu, I knew—" Mu Xici, who had taken the pulse for the young man, lowered his eyes and cursed, then withdrew his hand and quickly wrote a prescription with the pen and ink in the young man's room.

Reluctance to return to the three-pointed Mo Shuli turned his eyes to look at the familiar gold-tailed silver needles on his arm and fell into deep thought, before carefully opening his mouth tentatively after a long time: "...Mr. Wangsheng? "

"Hehe, it seems that your eyesight and memory are pretty good, Your Highness." Master Mu Da, who had just dried the ink on the paper, raised his eyes with a half-smile, and opened his mouth to spurt blood at the young man, "Then, what about the eyesight and memory?" Second Highness, who has a good memory, please tell this minister seriously—”

"Didn't Wei Chen tell you before? Even if Wei Chen came to treat your disease, at least one month of acupuncture would be needed, and then a year or so of medicine would be enough to see the cure."

"Why do you just believe in Nao Shizi's 'You Fang Gao Ren' so casually?"

"Is the medicine he took out for you that took effect immediately? Do you know whether the honey ball is stuffed with medicine or poison?"

"Do you think that pies can fall from the sky, or can snacks grow in the ground? There are so many intractable diseases in this world, why did he just bring the medicine that can cure your leg?"

"You said that you are such an adult, and you have read many medical books and ancient books. Don't you know what it feels like when a Gu worm enters your body? Even if you don't know, you don't feel that poisonous thing gnawing on your meridians?"

"When I ran to Weichen's Mengsheng building with Di Changdian, didn't the meridians of these two legs have not been completely broken? Why, as soon as I took the 'magic medicine' from others, they were all broken and returned to your grandma's house?"

"Hey, Weichen has practiced divination for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen a patient like you—why don't you go to a village in the suburbs of Beijing to find two sorceresses to dance for you?"

"How nice that is, hey! How fast does it work, both ways?"

"Take medicine, take medicine, take medicine, I told you to take medicine blindly!" Mu Da Guoshi put away the pen and paper and suddenly said, "It's all right now, I still have a leg to save, but this time it's really hopeless—"

"Sir, what do you mean—" Mo Shuli suddenly turned pale after hearing the last sentence, "Boy, this leg..."

"Yes, it's useless, it's cold, it's hopeless!" Mu Xici tilted his head and snorted, "No, Your Highness, can I advise you to wake up?"

"That Gu worm has been living in your body for more than half a year. Seeing that you are about to rush to the waist after gnawing on the foot scriptures—this time, this humble minister can save your life. It is because you have done good deeds and accumulated blessings on a daily basis, and you have won the heaven alone. Thank you, you still want legs?"

"You can think so, why don't you just go to the sky and follow the Taishang to open the sky and hold the talisman Yuli Contains the real body Dao Jinque Yungong Nine Vaults Yuli Wan Dao Wuwei Daoming Palace Haotian Jinque Supreme Jade Emperor Forgive sins Great Heavenly Venerable Xuanqiong High God (Jade Di Quanhao) side by side?"

The furious little girl recited the full name of the Jade Emperor in one go, and Mo Shuli's head buzzed suddenly after being scolded by her, and he almost instinctively shrank back and forth into the bed, trying to squeeze himself into the crack of the mattress.

Mo Junli and Mo Junli, who had been running along the avenue from the front hall, had just arrived at the gate of the young man. Mu Xici turned to see them, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Hey, Ayan, you came just in time."

Tired of scolding, Grand Master Mu clapped his hands, got up and slapped the prescription into Di Chang's palm, then rolled his eyes slightly at Mo Junli: "You, go and take off your brother's trouser legs."

"You, hurry up and grab two medicines according to this prescription."

Today is the enraged attending physician and her disobedient patient who insists on going to hell with superstition.

It's like, if you are the attending doctor, your patients not only don't take medicine and injections to maintain their health, but also sneak away with a quack while you are on a business trip, not only a ton of counterfeit medicines, but also the original ones. It is very likely that the disease that can be cured has become incurable...

So today's Ah Ci's state is very scary, and I can't find another suitable adjective to describe her scolding Mo Shuli except "spray".

Then her old man opened his mouth and poohed eight hundred words angrily?
It feels like this is the biggest tantrum in her book,