"Okay."

Unexpectedly, this little lady turned out to be a cool person, Old Madam Shen was stunned for a moment, and she stood up with the support of Xiyue.

"The last time you saved me at Nanhai Zen Temple, I haven't thanked you yet. Now that I saw you, I should say thank you. ”

The three of them walked towards the residence of Master Wang Mang, and when they were on the way, Old Madam Shen chatted with Jiang Qinglime about the past.

Hearing this, Jiang Qinglime, who didn't take this matter to heart, just smiled faintly, "Sister Yue also told me about it on the eve of that." That incident was just a gesture, and the old lady didn't have to worry about it. ”

"Either way, I want to thank you. Also, I'd like you to do your best to help me see my son later. ”

Jiang Qinglime's age is too young.

To be honest, the first time she saw it, she thought she was unreliable.

But in the past few months, she has invited all the famous doctors she can invite, but none of them have a way. Now, she can only use dead horses as a live horse doctor, grasping at this seemingly indestructible life-saving straw.

Compared with the courtyard where Mrs. Shen lived, the courtyard where the old man of the Wang family lived was larger, more magnificent, and quieter.

Originally, there were eight people serving in this big courtyard, but now the old lady Shen sent him to take care of him personally.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Jiang Qinglime smelled a strong smell of medicine, but when he entered the house, it was the smell of incense.

"He's skinny now, and he looks a little scary, I warn you in advance, you must be mentally prepared, don't wait until you see him, you will be frightened. And...... And he has some smell on him, so you'd better put up with it. ”

When she walked into the house, she hadn't seen anyone yet, so Mrs. Shen pulled Jiang Qinglime down and told her this.

She endured these words until she said them, because she was worried that if she said them in advance, Jiang Qingling would sway and leave early.

But how did she know that Jiang Qinglime, as a doctor, didn't care about these at all.

Since she went to the Chunhe Medical Center, in the past two years, what kind of patients have she not met during her treatment of people.

"Old Madam Shen don't worry, I'll show him a good look. Let's wait until we see the situation clearly. ”

This time, Jiang Qinglime didn't even bring a medicine box.

All she can do now is diagnose the pulse.

Hearing Jiang Qinglime say this, Old Madam Shen was much more relieved, nodded, and continued to lead Jiang Qingling towards the inside. Behind the black veil was a large bed, on which lay a middle-aged man with a thin face.

The man was almost fifty years old, skinny and skinny, with deep-set eye sockets, and he looked quite terrifying.

Of course, this is only the surface, and there are a lot of bruises on his body, as if he has contracted some strange disease. And the mouth is extremely ugly, and there is indeed a peculiar smell on the body.

The person in the bed is awake, and the whole person is lying there very quietly, as for why? It was about to be sick for a long time, and it consumed all the energy in his body.

"Doctor Jiang, how is he?"

Looking at her son who was alive and well before, but now he didn't say a word, Old Madam Shen was distressed, seeing that Jiang Lime had checked for a long time, she was very anxious, and when she saw Jiang Lime put her hand, she opened her mouth and hurriedly asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Qingling turned her head to look at her, and then looked at Wang Mang who was lying on the bed.