Chapter 187: what do you want(
She can also heal her father's legs and her third sister's face.
Auxiliary wood abilities, and these precious medicinal materials, you can get better.
Jiang Zhiluo couldn't be more excited.
Zhuang Xing'an nodded, "It's true."
This was the first time Zhuang Xing'an saw her excited.
At this time, she was like a girl, bright and charming, instead of always looking calm and composed.
“Thank you, how much silver do I need?”
Zhuang Xing'an said: "If you can cure me, girl, I will give you all the medicinal materials you need."
Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said: "That's no problem. You have collected the medicinal materials I told you, and I can start treating you now."
“It will be ready in half a month at the earliest.”
After Zhuang Xing'an is well, she can get the needed medicinal materials.
Those medicinal materials are extremely precious and difficult to find.
It can be seen that Zhuang Xingan has connections and strength, otherwise he would not be found.
It was indeed the right thing to save Zhuang Xingan.
Jiang Zhiluo didn't ask him about the last time the medical clinic was burned down.
She knows that everyone has their own secrets, and she won't explore them.
And if you know more information, you may also be involved in Zhuang Xing'an's matter.
She would rather pretend to know nothing.
Zhuang Xing’s quiet and beautiful eyes were as bright as water, and she nodded lightly, “Okay, then I’ll trouble Miss Jiang.”
Jiang Zhiluo wrote two prescriptions, "This prescription is for daily medicinal bath, and this prescription is for boiling medicine and drinking it for medicinal purposes. Take the medicine and drink it according to the prescription every day."
“I will give you acupuncture again, once every few days, and then I will feel your pulse and adjust the medicine at any time.”
Zhuang Xing'an naturally cooperates with Jiang Zhiluo's treatment method.
"good."
Seeing that he agreed to everything, Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but said, "You just trust me so much?"
"I naturally trust the girl. If it weren't for the girl, no one would have dared to pull out the knife that day."
He was conscious that day and knew everything that happened.
If Jiang Zhiluo hadn't made the decisive decision and took the responsibility to draw the knife, he might have died.
"Fine!"
Since you trust her, it will be easy to handle.
“You go to bed first, lie down, and take off your coat.”
Zhuang Xing'an looked slightly uncomfortable, but he still did as he was told.
Take off your coat, leaving the white lining underneath, and then lie down.
Jiang Zhiluo took out the silver needle and placed it on Zhuang Xing'an's body like an afterimage with her fingers.
In fact, acupuncture should be more effective if you take off your clothes.
But Jiang Zhiluo felt that that was not appropriate, so she could only let him wear an undergarment and use her own power to let the silver needle penetrate the undergarment and penetrate into the acupuncture points.
She can control it and there will be no problems.
It just takes more energy.
After half an hour of acupuncture, Jiang Zhiluo received the silver needle.
“Okay, remember to take a medicinal bath for a quarter of an hour tonight and drink the medicine.”
Zhuang Xingan stood up slowly and said calmly: "Thank you, Miss Jiang."
At this moment, Zhuang Xingan felt much more comfortable.
During the acupuncture process, he did not fall asleep. He only felt that a warm power seemed to flow into his body.
At the same time, he had to admire Jiang Zhiluo's medical skills.
How could a girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old have such medical skills?
However, Zhuang Xing'an did not ask anyone to investigate the girl's life experience.
Everyone has his own secret, just like himself.
As soon as he recovers, he will leave here and return to the place he was supposed to go back to.
Jiang Zhiluo was carrying a basket on her back and went downstairs to leave when she suddenly saw Cui Hejin on the first floor. At this time, he was standing quietly in a place in the medical center, his features were picturesque and spotless.
The sunlight outside the house shone lightly, giving him a jade-like aura, like the bright moonlight.
A young boy was sitting on a chair while a doctor checked his pulse.
He saw Jiang Zhiluo and shouted excitedly: "It's the master's wife."
He was so happy to see his wife. The maltose she gave him before was delicious.
Hearing the sound, Cui Hejin looked over and saw Jiang Zhiluo.
The two people's eyes met in the air, and Jiang Zhiluo met his moon-like moving eyes. There seemed to be clear and shallow ripples there, and they were so gentle that she was caught off guard and felt like an electric shock. Hot feeling.
Jiang Zhiluo's heart skipped a beat, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said, "What's going on?"
Cui Hejin Qingrun explained: "It's okay, Xiao Kun has a stomachache, bring him over to have a look."
Class was originally over, but the student had a stomachache, so Cui Hejin could only take him to the medical clinic first.
Doctor Naqiu was very excited when he saw Jiang Zhiluo, but he restrained himself.
He checked his pulse and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that it's easy to survive with daily food. I'll just prescribe some medicine and go back to drink it."
Everyone was relieved that nothing happened.
Because it is an ordinary medicine, I prescribe a pair first, which costs 300 coins.
Jiang Zhiluo naturally wanted to help Cui Hejin pay the money first.
Cui Hejin reached out and gently held Jiang Zhiluo's hand and said, "I'll come."
“Do you have any there?”
Cui Hejin said warmly: "I have never used the pocket money you gave me before."
Seeing Cui Hejin's insistence, Jiang Zhiluo could only take it back first and said, "Then if you don't have enough, I'll give it to you again."
"good."
After taking the medicine, I took the little boy back to school, and happened to see his parents there.
After learning what happened, his parents were grateful to Cui Hejin.
“Master Cui, I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.”
“She must be Mrs. Cui’s wife. She is really beautiful and good. When Kunkun went back before, he mentioned that there are so many good wives. It’s better to see her than to hear it a hundred times.”
Jiang Zhiluo felt a little embarrassed when she was praised.
She could only keep a decent smile.
The little boy was reluctant to say hello to her.
The little boy’s parents also gave Jiang Zhiluo the money for the medicine.
After they left, Jiang Zhiluo handed the three hundred coins to Cui Hejin and said, "Here you go."
“I don’t need it, just take it.”
Jiang Zhiluo said: "That won't work. This is for your daily pocket money. I'll give you another one or two silver. You can buy whatever you want to eat or buy on weekdays. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you again."
With that said, Jiang Zhiluo gave Cui Hejin another one tael of silver.
She knew that if she was given too much, Cui Hejin would definitely not take it.
"By the way, I have collected the medicine for your health. I will be able to cure your health soon. Your hands will not hurt even when you write or write."
Jiang Zhiluo excitedly shared the happy news with Cui Hejin.
Thinking about his fingers hurting from writing, she couldn't help but feel the pain in her heart.
Cui Hejin stopped, turned slightly and looked down at her. His picturesque eyes were clear and timeless, with a lingering and gentle light.
Jiang Zhiluo always felt that Cui Hejin's eyes were full of meaning.
Jiang Zhiluo blinked and said, "Is there something on my face?"
“No, my hair is messed up.”
Speaking, Cui Hejin gently arranged Jiang Zhiluo's hair, and then gently touched her hair.
His fingers are white and slender, with joints like jade and a white luster. They are also very beautiful.
Just like this, he concentrated on arranging the strands of hair that were messed up by the wind.
At this moment, Jiang Zhiluo felt a trance in her heart, as if she had seen him in that life again.
Cui Hejin lowered his head to meet Jiang Zhiluo's expression, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her eyes gently. With a trace of restraint in his eyes, he asked in a low voice: "Zhiluo, what do you want?"