The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 997 Let me see
Rong Jin thought for a while, then raised his hand to write in the booklet recording his illness.

Sequelae of bliss ointment: gibberish, trance.

After going out the door, Rong Jin walked around the village to confirm that Zheng Youde was still alive, then opened another door, but no one was there, and he squeezed out the word "Chuan" between his brows.

"What about people?"

The junior brother who was yawning in the yard said while fiddling with the medicine pestle, "Ah? Oh, I didn't notice, let's go out."

Then he suddenly fell down in front of his eyes.

After waking up, he didn't understand for a long time why his brother suddenly poisoned him.

Yingge originally refused to stay, but Jinxiu arranged a task for him.

People in the world only know that Miracle Doctor Valley specializes in miraculous doctors, but they don't know how unreliable these teenagers who claim to be the descendants of "Ghost Valley" are doing things.

Helping people quit bliss ointment is a real quit, but this method really makes people unable to complain.

Because addicted people can't explain the truth, they simply tie them up, gag them, and force-feed them with a funnel when it's time to drink the medicine.

Fortunately, the first wave of test subjects are the group of evil slaves who have committed crimes arranged by Zheng Lian here, otherwise ordinary people would really dare not enter this medical center.

That's right, the plaque of Bliss Villa has been changed.

It is not entirely correct to say that it is "replacement", because in fact, those unreliable juniors just used a few pieces of paper to paste the original four characters of "Elysium Villa".

There are two words written on the paper - medical center.

I still don't know which disciple wrote it casually, not to mention the scribbled and crooked handwriting, and the wind blows, it is already out of shape.

As a former noble son, Yingge couldn't bear it anymore and took off the plaque with light work, crumpled the paper pasted on it and threw it away, then took out the dagger at his waist and began to carve.

When Rong Jin came, he saw Yingge's back in a dark blue robe.

He was sitting on the stone seat at the gate of Zhuangzi, his posture was as standard as a statue.

The sawdust kept flying under his hands, and soon, he scraped off the original four gold-painted characters on the plaque, and re-engraved the words "Medical Museum".

He seemed very satisfied with his handwriting, and nodded as he examined it.

Like a sour scholar.

Rong Jin curled his lips, and waited until Yingge put away the dagger before coughing to remind him of his existence.

Yingge turned her head, nodded to him as a greeting, then tapped her toes, and hung up the plaque again.

Rong Jin's eyes fell on Yingge's lower back, he was sure that the wound was open.

Yingge didn't know him well, so after finishing all this, she planned to go out for a walk to see if it was suitable to arrange for Gusu Pavilion to set up a stronghold and open a branch nearby.

He looked back and looked at Rong Jin inexplicably.

The latter pointed to his waist: "Did you take the medicine?"

Yingge replied politely, "Well, thank you for the medicine."

He is not too close to people he is not very familiar with. For the sake of beauty, he feels that he is already close enough to this elder brother.

But Rong Jin said in an unfriendly tone, "You're lying."

Yingge: ...

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

He felt that he didn't say the words "None of your business", and his temper was good enough today.

Being left behind by Jinxiu was already enough trouble for him, Yingge turned around and walked away trying to keep out of sight, who knew that just after returning to the room and closing the door, one hand was pressed firmly on the door.

Rong Jin pressed the door panel and approached Yingge: "Let me see."

What are you looking at?Look at your uncle!

The veins on Yingge's forehead twitched, and she raised her hand to slap her.

But in a hurry, he forgot how the person in front of him used drugs.

(End of this chapter)