偷柏自拍区

  Wang Chuan read out the handwriting on the plaque hanging in front of it.

   "Yes, you should have been to the Wenxintang in the town, there is a branch there."

   Wang Chuan\'s anticipation faded a bit.

it\'s useless.

  But there was no dew on his face, and he nodded to Yang Yuecheng, signaling her to go first.

  At first, they thought they were looking for an old doctor sitting in the hall for consultation, but they didn\'t want to. After Yang Yuecheng reported their names, they were taken to a room to wait.

The little medicine boy said, "The boss has ordered you to find a doctor who is good at solving difficult and miscellaneous diseases. etc."

   It\'s not the old doctor who often goes to Wang\'s house.

  Wang Chuan has never heard of such a doctor who is good at intractable diseases in Wenxintang.

   Probably new here.

  Wang Chuan turned his head, and Miss Yang was writing vigorously again.

  Holding a small stick in his hand, his writing posture is weird.

  Children from impoverished families do not have extra money to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones. When they were enlightened, they often used branches to write on the sand table. After writing, they only needed to smooth it with their hands.

  He practiced calligraphy like this at the beginning.

  Miss Yang has continued the habit of enlightenment to the present?

  Yang Yuecheng covered it with her hand while writing, the pencil marks were faint, Wang Chuan didn\'t intend to peek at it deliberately, but he also scanned two or three handwriting.

  The corner of his lips twitched.

   Mouth cheap...

   I don’t need to read anything else, I guess it’s about him.

   When it was getting dark, Yang Yuecheng had almost conceived the general chapters of the next book, and then waited for the apologetic drug boy and the woman behind him.

  The woman\'s face is gentle and beautiful, her age cannot be seen, and her skin is very fair. She should also be a pampered person.

  Wang Chuan saluted.

   "My surname is Bai." The woman wore simple and neat clothes, and her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling, but when I looked closely, I felt that she seemed to be born with a pair of smiling and soft eyes.

   "Doctor Bai."

  The woman nodded, "Where is the patient?"

   Straight to the point, without dragging your feet.

   "In Yongxing Town, it\'s half a day away from Luanyang City." Wang Chuan mused, "It\'s getting late, and Dr. Bai is tired of traveling, so why don\'t you take a rest first and go on your way tomorrow."

  Bai Rong shook his head, "Let\'s do it today, a quick decision."

  In the carriage, Wang Chuan described Mrs. Wang\'s illness.

  Weakness and weakness all year round, and cold in hot weather, occasionally vomiting blood, and losing consciousness for many days after vomiting blood.

  Bai Rong asked a few more questions, and Wang Chuan answered them one by one.

  Yang Yuecheng sighed.

  At this moment, Wang Chuan is really very human.

  It is not an exaggeration to use the word Mr. Pianpian to describe it.

  Bai Rong nodded to show that he understood, "I\'ll take a look when I get there."

   This is the first time for Yang Yuecheng to walk at night.

  There were only the sound of the wheels of the carriage and the conversation of the two people in the carriage, and she suddenly regretted it.

   Doctor Bai should rest in Fucheng for a day before heading on the road.

   "Aunt Yang is not feeling well?" They were sitting in Bai Rong\'s carriage, which was illuminated by night pearls. Wang Chuan saw the person on the opposite side clutching the hem of his clothes with both hands, and his face was ugly to the naked eye.

  Bai Rong reached out his hand in time to feel her pulse.

  Yang Yuecheng smiled, "I\'m fine, maybe I\'m a little motion sick."

   "I have something important to stay here for too long, so I am in a hurry." Bai Rong took her hand, his palm was wet and cold, "If you are really worried, we can go to the county..."

  The carriage suddenly swayed heavily.

  Yang Yuecheng was thrown up, and Bai Rong moved quickly, pulling her back quickly.

  Hitting his back against the carriage, he gasped in pain.

   "Miss, it\'s them."