Jun Zilin shook her head and went to check Zhou Yan's waist to see if it was caused by compression of nerves.

Checking Zhou Yan's waist, Jun Zilin's mind had already appeared with some Chinese medicine books that he had read in his previous life, and he had turned a few pages and only tried to memorize a little to take the exam. But now that I think about it, on the A4-sized paper, every word the size of a fly written on it has been memorized by her inch by inch at this moment.

"I'll give you a few stitches."

Jun Zilin said, and went to his waist to get the bag. Suddenly it occurred to me that this was a tool for dissection, and when I went out to find a silver needle. Thanks to the doctor, when he came, he had already put the tools here. She opened the doctor's toolbox, took a few silver needles, stripped Zhou Ember's robe and pierced it.

Xue Wei watched from the side, but saw that there was a foot-long silver needle, which was drilled and pierced by Jun Zilin, and completely sent into the master's waist. And Jun Zilin also took the silver needle and stabbed it up and down..."Hey, will you use a needle, stop it for me!" He rushed over and grabbed her hand, sweating on his forehead in distress!

This is human flesh, Jun Zilin, this butcher! This meat is not hers, right, she is so vicious, don't you see that her master's face is wrinkled together in pain!

Jun Zilin was relieved, she was also sweating profusely on her forehead.

For a person who holds a scalpel all year round, she is really scared when she takes a silver needle to burn it.

However, King Jin is a good talent, if she is paralyzed on the couch for many years, how can she feel unhappy! She's going to cure him!

Seeing that Xue Wei was blocked, Jun Zilin scolded him, "A good man died on the battlefield!" Can you still die on the silver needle in my hand? You let me go! Then he stretched out his leg and kicked the man out.

Xue Wei was kicked on his back, and when he got up again, Jun Zilin had already used the doctor's silver needle. But I saw that the master's waist was densely pierced, and there were many silver needles. Seeing this scene, Xue Wei really wanted to tear Jun Zilin apart. But I also know that she has some medical skills, and she doesn't dare to come nonsense.

Just seeing his master suffering, Xue Wei gritted his teeth and couldn't bear to turn his face away. I can only endure it.

Although the method of acupuncture unblocks the blood and dredges the menstrual blood.

But Jun Zilin did not find the root of Zhou Yan's disease, and today's acupuncture is only superficial.

When Zhou Yan's heart opens in the future, Jun Zilin will ask him what the cause is. We can't go on like this.

She then retrieved all the silver needles and put them back in the tool box. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked towards Zhou Yan. The man did not hesitate for a moment, and the next moment he got up on his own and struggled to get into his wheelchair on his legs.

In addition to the fact that Zhou Yan's legs were unable to stand, it was still possible to move slightly. This gave Jun Zilin hope for recovery.

"You're tired, go and rest." Zhou Yan glanced at the little girl in front of him, and the sweat on his forehead soaked his hair. Ordered her to be taken down.

As soon as the person left, Xue Wei rushed in and checked his master up and down. Finding that there was no change, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, why don't you let Miss Jun heal you!" Although he was distressed just now, he also knew that Miss Jun had been injected. The other doctors did not dare to administer the needle to the master. Only this courage is also very suitable for the master's illness. Although he couldn't understand why the master became like this.

"She is only a thirteen-year-old girl, and she has lived in the king's house for a long time. Even if the king doesn't care, there are people who are whispering in private. She has a bad reputation. Zhou Yan also thought about this, but he would never do anything that made Jun Zilin difficult for himself.

Thinking about it, he stroked his leg with his big palm, and even moved flexibly. Xue Wei was taken aback, "Master, your leg ......" Okay?!

Zhou Yan smiled brightly, like a jade mountain about to tilt, his eyes flashed with wisps of brilliant light, "This king's leg has its own best healing method." ”

When she came back, Jun Zilin also forgot to ask when she would return to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhou Yan's two legs were enough for her to be anxious. Fortunately, when she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was when she officially left the Prime Minister's Mansion that she went back to her General's Mansion. It also saves me from being bullied by the women and women in the inner house.

This time is different from before, she has the support of her righteous parents, and Liu Xing's official position has been retained after the case. I know a lot of people, but I'm not afraid of living in the General's Mansion and being bullied again.

The most important thing is that her friendship with Zhou Ember is getting better and better. Jun Zilin thought about it and couldn't help laughing. Especially thinking that Zhou Ember still has a house in the imperial capital. The mansion was not far from the General's Mansion. When Zhou Shen looks for his legs, it will be closer! Hee-hee!

Jun Zilin sat on the couch and hugged the brocade quilt, thinking about it like this, somehow thinking about it for a long time, and she didn't feel that time passed quickly. I just smiled, and the more I thought about it, the happier I became. It wasn't until noon, when the guards outside invited her to dinner, that she came back to her senses. I actually thought about things for a long time. And laughed for most of the day. What is she laughing at?

Reach out and pinch your face, and you don't feel stiff. Even so, Jun Zilin still wanted to laugh.

She's crazy again, isn't she?

Jun Zilin jumped out of the house in a panic and escaped like a ghost.

went to Zhou Ye's courtyard to eat, and just entered the door, I saw Zhou Ember sitting there from a distance, and he actually changed into a slightly pale pink men's robe. If he is wearing a black robe, his demonic face looks harsh and cold. So at this moment, he is enchanting to the bones, like a peach blossom in March, charming and charming.

Jun Zilin smiled at him from afar, and saw that he was also smiling at himself. At the moment, my heart is even more like a flower!

She ran towards him quickly, and could see clearly that he was following her with a smile and a smile on his lips. "Lord Wang, what are we eating today?" Jun Zilin smiled even more happily and pulled a chair to sit in front of him.

Xue Wei next to him frowned when he saw it. Although Jun Zilin has some medical skills, she is too unruly. When I saw the prince, I didn't worship, and I didn't sit down, and I didn't have a posture when I walked.

The tomboy flew over, and the women in the imperial capital were not like her. Is this girl a daughter's family? It's a waste that his master cares so much about this girl. This gentleman is not worthy of his master!

Jun Zilin really forgot to salute, and her eyes were entangled with Zhou Yanjiao, so that it seemed that the world was discolored, and she felt very happy. I always want to look at him like this, even if I don't eat!

"Come right away, go and clean your hands first."

Zhou Yan's voice finally interrupted her gaze, and he pointed not far away and asked her to wash her hands.

"Okay."

Jun Zilin did everything, got up and went to wash her hands. Zhou Shen turned his head and followed her. "Ahem!" Xue Wei coughed beside him, don't look away.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan came back to his senses with a little thought.

Jun Zilin washed her hands and came back, and when she heard Xue Wei's cough, she hurriedly said, "What's wrong with you?" Wind chill? You have to take medicine quickly, otherwise it will be transmitted to the prince. ”

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