Smash the little fairy doctor, relying on fortune-telling to popularize the entire dynasty

Chapter 218 Nangong Family

At this time, in another town in Mexico.

The Nangong family's carriage rushed all the way into the city and galloped through the streets, stirring up a cloud of dust and arousing the dissatisfaction of many passing people.

"I'm afraid something happened to the Nangong family again. Why are they in such a hurry?"

"Don't mention it, what else can be good."

No matter the traffickers or high-ranking officials on the side of the road, they all know the news that the juniors of the Nangong family have passed away in recent years, and there is deep regret in their slightly dissatisfied tone.

Over the years, as the number of people has increased, the age of the juniors who died is also getting younger every year.

Some children passed away before they reached the age of Ji, and even outsiders would feel sad when they saw it.

Along the way, the Nangong family's carriage didn't stop for a moment, and it didn't stop until it came to the front of Nangong's mansion amidst the neighing.

"Uncle, dad!"

The Nangong family, who had received the news in advance, had been waiting for a long time in front of the door. Seeing Nangong Zhen and Nangong Bo appear, their eyes were filled with anticipation.

The boy in a wheelchair couldn't help but asked, "Did you find the medicine for my brother at this underground auction in the capital?"

Nangong Bo silently glanced at Nangong Zhen, but did not speak.

Nangong Zhen pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Let's go to Shi'er's room first."

Galloped across the front yard, all the way to the small courtyard of Nangongshi.

The disciples of the Nangong family had already gathered outside the house, waiting for the Patriarch to return.

"Homeowner!"

A group of people saluted in unison.

Nangong Zhen walked straight into the room without stopping, and ordered, "All the disciples are waiting in the outer room."

In a word, all the juniors of the Nangong family came to the outhouse, looking expectantly at the Patriarch standing in front of them.

"Bodi and I didn't get Bai Ninghua this time."

In a word, the hope in everyone's eyes was shattered.

Looking at the quiet light in the children's eyes, Nangong Zhen took a deep breath and continued, "However, we have found another medicinal material that may be able to cure Shi'er, but no one has tested the efficacy of the medicine."

What Nangong Zhen did not explain was that this pill came from a little girl whose name and origin were unknown, and that the other party gave it generously without any interaction between the two parties.

This made the disciples of the Nangong family a little confused. Listening to the tone of the Patriarch, they seemed to have no idea whether the medicine fell to the ground or could save people.

Along the way, the two of them had no idea about the pill, and it was up to Nangong Zhen, the head of the family, to decide whether to take it for Shi'er.

What Nangong Bo didn't know was that the eldest brother had already thought it over on the way back.

Regardless of whether Bai Ninghua was effective against Shi'er's poisonous spell, they had already missed it and had nowhere to look for it.

According to the previous process of Nangong's family from the onset of illness to his death, Shi'er had at most three months left to die.

If you eat it, you will die, and if you don't eat it for three months, you will die.

Why not take a gamble!
Under the doubtful and worried eyes of everyone in the family, Nangong Zhen carefully took out a white silk handkerchief from his sleeve, gently lifted the pill and wrapped it quietly.

Squeezing through the silk handkerchief, Nangong Zhen grabbed Nangong Shi's jaw with one hand and pushed the pill into his mouth smoothly.

Time just passed by little by little.

Everyone present looked at Nangong Shi who had been in a coma for many days in the bed quietly without any trace of anxiety.

And Nangong Zhen was sitting on the sleeper's chair beside him, with an unidentified expression on his face, thinking about something.

"Uncle, dad!"

A young man who was close to him anxiously said, "Look, brother Shi is vomiting black blood!"

Nangong Zhen jumped up and rushed to the bedside. Seeing his only son vomit black blood, his whole body trembled.

This medicine is really fake!

Could it be that God is really going to kill my Nangong family? !
He grieved from the heart, clenched his fists and slammed hard on the wardrobe beside him. The wardrobe was shattered by his powerful internal force in an instant, scaring everyone in the room from making a sound.

"Big brother..."

Nangong Bo was about to step forward to appease his elder brother, but he found that Nangong Shi's hand moved slightly twice, and surprise climbed onto his face in an instant.

"Brother! The time has moved! His hands have moved!"

With a shout, everyone including Nangong Zhen was instantly pleasantly surprised.

"When?"

When Nangong Zhen turned around, he happened to see Nangong Shi's hand movements a few times, and even his closed eyeballs were turning slightly. He quickly moved closer and asked in the most gentle tone in his life.

"Shi'er, it's Daddy, did you hear me calling you?"

"When?"

Just when Nangong Zhen couldn't help but wanted to raise his voice, Nangong Shi frowned slightly, and the next moment, the eyes that had been closed for several months slowly opened.

"Time!"

If it is false to say that he is not excited, Nangong Zhen has tried his best to restrain the ecstasy in his heart, for fear that his hands will hurt his son.

Grabbing the other person's hand, he continued to ask, "It's Daddy, do you remember?"

This is the first person who has recovered since the Nangong family was trapped by the poisonous curse. No one knows if there will be other remaining problems. Even Nangong Zhen has countless possibilities in his mind.

The young man's eyes rolled around in a daze, looking from Nangong Zhen who was nearby to the family members in a room not far away.

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a hoarse single sound.

"father……"

"Shi'er, you're finally awake!"

Nan Gongbo on the side couldn't help crying, and took several breaths to suppress his trembling voice.

Everyone in the house wanted to go forward, but they were afraid that it would be inappropriate, so they could only watch this touching scene from a distance in the outer room.

"It's alright, it's alright..."

While comforting his son, Nangong Zhen also seemed to be comforting himself.

With a big wave of his hand, he ordered someone to call for a doctor, and he told his son in a concise and concise manner about Nangong Shi being poisoned and unconscious.

After a while, the doctor arrived, and the whole room evacuated and waited outside the courtyard.

Nangong Bo wanted them all to go back to rest, but no one felt tired and wanted to wait for the good news from the doctor.

The doctor was constantly amazed when he was taking the pulse. He came to see Nangong Shi when he was poisoned by the curse. He never expected that such a strange poison would be dissolved in a short time.

What surprised him even more was that the dark wounds on Nangong Shiwan's body in previous years had also been repaired as the toxins were eliminated.

After sending the doctor away, Nangong Shi couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep again.

"Brother, that little girl is not simple!"

Nan Gongbo couldn't help but sighed, "A random medicine not only detoxifies, but also heals the hidden wounds in Shi'er's body."

"It's a good thing you chose to give it a try. Otherwise, it would be rare for our Nangong family to meet such a life-changing opportunity in a hundred years!"

Compared to Nangong Bo's excitement, Nangong Zhen's expression was calm.

He stretched out his hand and handed the Bai Sipa wrapped in the elixir to the other party's eyes.

Nan Gongbo was a little puzzled, but he still took Bai Sipa, and after unfolding it, he saw the words on it.

The fate of the Nangong family was taken away.

If you want to crack it, Fengcheng Xiao's family.

"This is……"

"When I took out the pills, the words came one by one."

Nangong Zhen looked at Nangong Bodhisattva and said, "The little girl is probably an old senior. A monk who has cultivated to a certain level cannot tell her real age."

It is an elixir with outstanding efficacy as soon as it is shot, how can it really be a level that a six-year-old child can reach.

"in this case……"

With a flash of inspiration, Nangong Bo quickly took out the life pill he bought back from his waist, and looked at his elder brother, "I'm afraid this medicine is also made by her!"

(End of this chapter)