Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

So, she patiently explained to Duanhua: "Master, you can't say that. My disciple's head was so hot that he was drowsy all day long. Although my disciple's hand was not broken, his limbs were weak after illness. The state of writing will affect the level of writing. And master, sick people need to rest more and rest more, and they can’t be tired. You can’t ask your disciples to listen to your dictation, and you have to write notes. And master, disciples listen to Uncle Feng, You have internal injuries, all internal organs are damaged, you must maintain a peaceful mood, but you didn't say you can't laugh? You have the same expression all day, and Tuer feels a lot of pressure."

Duanhua stared at her without saying a word.

With clear skin like ice, and poetic facial features, he sat quietly beside her bed, like an exquisite white jade statue.The room was filled with light smoke, and he seemed to be in a hazy fairyland. He was dressed in a snow suit, with a strong character, and his long hair hung down his shoulders and slipped quietly from his shoulders.

His icy eyes are like morning dew, and his eyes flow, like the cold mist in the morning, soaking into the heart and spleen, penetrating into the bones.

His expression was cold and indifferent, as cold as frost, no one could guess what was in his mind, whether it was happiness or worry?Is it anger or happiness? [

Zixi secretly swallowed her saliva, and called out cautiously: "Master..." Please don't look at her with such eyes that look down on people, and please don't release the immortal energy in her body. The pressure is too much!

Suddenly, Duan Huasu raised his hand lightly, and pressed his silky palm against Zixi's forehead.

Zi Xi was shocked.Master is cold from demeanor to temperament, but Master's body temperature has always been warm. This shock is not cold, nor is she afraid. The feeling is very subtle, so subtle that she will not be able to think about it for many years in the future. untie.

Duanhua's palm fell, and his slender fingers pressed on Zixi's tiny wrist veins.

"Is master a doctor?" Zixi asked curiously.

She has been thinking about what Master will teach her today?Originally thought it was incense, because from the time she knew Master to now, she has seen Master mixing incense more than once, and in her room, there is an incense burner smoking almost day and night, and the aroma seems to have a hint of Chinese medicine .

Therefore, she now suspects that Master may be a doctor who will teach her medical skills in the future.

After learning medical skills, even if she is no longer the heir to the soy sauce shop, she can still find a good job. Maybe she can enter the palace as an imperial doctor as a master and be recorded in history.