Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Inside, when they were alone.

The smile on his face was also somewhat unsustainable.

Especially for the obvious low pressure on my uncle.

At this moment, she could suddenly understand the guilty feelings of those disobedient patients when they saw their doctor in charge.

That's what she's doing now.

"All right, reach out." Every year since he entered the house, Zhuo has a straight face.

The young man did not dare to stretch out his hand, and he was dying to discuss, "uncle, you don't need to see this pulse image. Anyway, you know it in your heart, so you can prescribe medicine directly..."

The voice of the young voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Until at last the little one couldn't hear.

In the year Zhuo more and more cold eyes, she did not dare to say the words behind.

Shut up in silence.

Hang your head down.

After the youth's speech was quiet, every year Zhuo Leng hum, "say, why don't you continue to speak? This valley master has not heard enough."

The tone of yin and Yang.

The young man's words were immediately counselled.

Mumble mumble way, "nothing, nothing to say, little uncle, you are happy."

"Watching, hearing and asking questions is the most basic way for doctors to diagnose. You'd better not to say anything. You should have changed your face? Even if you don't allow me to feel my pulse, you really regard the valley master as an immortal. "

The camouflage on the face was also seen through.

The young man lowered his head and dared not to lift it.

She knew her uncle's medical skills so well that she didn't dare.

Every year Zhuo looks at the young words like this, is not angry.

It's a pity that I don't really dare to say heavy words to young people.

Now, you can only point to the towel, which is not stuffy. Go to wash your face first. After washing your face, the valley master will check your pulse again. "

He wanted to see how bad his face was now.

Don't think he can't hear.

Looking at the lively young words.

In fact, when he accompanied him to the baijianqiu courtyard, he began to feel a bit unbearable.

The sound of breathing was rapid.

Obviously, I can't keep up with my physical strength.

A young face suddenly collapsed.

This is a public sentence.

But she didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of her little uncle.

My uncle may be angry if he refuses.

Young people quit.

Quietly go to one side, carefully take off the face on his face.

It took her several days to make it.

Let her wear it naturally.

Not to be seen by the people on her side, she used a mask.

"Little uncle..."

The young man called out with a guilty heart.

Every year, Zhuo Rao had been prepared for it. At the moment when he saw his youth's speech, he was still a little distressed.

His face was pale, even the blood on his lips was not much.

The skin color of young words is white.

Now this face, looks more and more weak.

Beauty is beauty, but it seems as if it can't last a quarter of an hour.

Every year Zhuo has a cold face, but her hand moves to one side and helps her take a cushion.

Cushion on the stool, the voice dropped a tone, "come here, sit here, I will give you pulse."

Young words slowly sigh.

He went to the stool and sat down and handed his wrist out.

I've seen him see many people.

I also like to see him at ease.

This is the first time, young CI saw the year Zhuo eyebrows locked, a serious look.

Unfortunately, the patient who made him have this reaction is himself.