The medical hall opened, and Bai Changle acted as a little medicine boy.

Before the clinic opened, the news of the miracle doctor had already spread through the streets, so by the time they opened the door, there was already a long queue outside the door.

No one can avoid getting sick, so there will always be patients in the hospital.

In particular, medical centers with good reputations can line up from the street to the end of the street.

Strange to say, these people can spend the whole day, even get up early to run in line to wait for treatment, and they are not willing to squeeze out some time to exercise and eat healthy food.

Only when they are seriously ill will they panic and desperately find a doctor and take medicine to cure the disease.

When he was seriously ill, he missed his healthy body and even vowed to take good care of himself when he got better this time.

However, when the illness is cured, such words are often forgotten.

Jing Ge practiced medicine III, saw a lot, and understood a lot.

But if she sees through it or not, she has learned to only say what she should say, what she shouldn't say or what she knows is useless, she doesn't bother to say it.

The first patient walked in, a young woman in her thirties, and when the young woman came in, she saw that the doctor was a man, and began to squeak and be speechless.

Jing Ge only glanced at it, and guessed what type of illness the young woman's illness belonged to.

Women have always been thin-skinned, and in modern times, there are many women who are too shy to face because they are ashamed to speak up, and they dare not face it, and they dare not go to treatment, which delays again and again, which leads to great disasters.

In ancient times, this was even more pronounced.

"But your lower body is uncomfortable?" Jing Ge asked with an expressionless face.

"Well, doctor, I'm here, I'm here, it's often itchy and uncomfortable. With Jing Ge speaking first, the young woman slowly opened the topic and gradually began to describe her illness.

Jing Ge listened quietly, checked the girl's pulse, and finally prescribed a medicine list and asked her to go inside to grab the medicine herself.

The housekeeper Lin Youcai, the medical hall prepared for her is quite complete.

The young woman thanked her and got up and walked to the place where she had collected the medicine.

It's twilight.

Seeing off the last patient, Jing Ge rubbed her sore shoulders, and suddenly there were more hands behind her, gently kneading her shoulders.

This person's massage technique was very skillful, and Jing Ge was so comfortable that she was drowsy, until she smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood.

Looking up, I saw a familiar handsome face.

"Honoring ......"

"Shhhh Bai Yeling pressed his fingers on her soft lips and whispered, "I am now the White Night Tomb, the White Night Tomb of the Thousand Bird Pavilion. ”

Jing Ge: "...... "Okay, I've changed my identity again."

Bai Yeling looked at her with tired eyes, rubbed her temples distressedly, and said, "I have already inquired about the affairs of the Lin family, you are right to do this, that old fox will not be able to bear it sooner or later." ”

Jing Ge closed his eyes comfortably.

Bai Yeling looked at Ge'er lying in his arms defenselessly, his faith was unbearable, he suddenly stopped, leaned over and gently kissed Ge'er's lips from behind.

The soft lips are sweet and delicious, like a delicious pastry with a sweet mouth in the world, making people want to eat it again and again.

To Bai Yeling's surprise, Ge'er did not resist or refuse, but took the initiative to open her mouth and respond to his kiss-

Bai Yeling, who was too surprised, couldn't help but ask for more, and in the end, Ge'er's lips were swollen, and he still sucked and refused to let go.

Ge'er couldn't breathe, so she bit his lip in anger.