"You must ask for something at the beginning"

In this regard, Han Yan pointed out the tension in the problem: it will be far beyond your brother Su and Ma Zi, so I need to analyze your blood.

In an instant, Tu Zigu's expression was pale, and he could understand the terms he taught himself to have some professionals, but he didn't expect that he would be nervous and that she was even more worried about something else.

"Did the Son of God and Bu be sick because of my reasons?

Compared to herself, she was more worried about her companion, the Son of God, but wanted to be the people of the people. If she had a long and shortcoming due to her own reasons, even she would not forgive herself for her. Under Tu Zigu's eyes, she replied to Han Yan with ease: "They have not found any problems at the moment, and if they are in a few days, they will not guarantee it.

After listening to Han Yan's diagnosis, she felt like she was losing weight. Tears shone again and thanked the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. The most nervous person was not involved because of his own relationship. Regarding the exaggerated feedback from this minister, the Son of God smiled with relief: "I will give me the Su-My clan to your current mission is to give me peace of mind. You are more nervous than anything else when you are healthy.

"Yes! Please be careful in everything!" Before the Son of God left, Han Yan rarely instructed: "It is best not to stay there for too long. If you are sick, you will have to pay the price to treat."

It’s just that it’s so complicated that it’s not so heartless, and I don’t want to see the boring touching scenes between the masters and ministers anymore. The noisy and noisy will only make him feel more annoying.

However, this warning fell into the ears of the Son of God and mistakenly thought that he was worried that he had bowed to him deeply before leaving.

In the mysterious room, Han Yan and Tu were only met in ancient times. Different silences surrounded this not-so-wide space. In addition, after dark, no residents would approach this place, making the place look quieter. Han Yan may have copied it from beginning to end, but he seemed to have been unable to withstand this air since ancient times. Far away from him, Tu, like a timid puppy, squatted in the corner and warned him: "Warning, warn you! Don't think that you can use cure as a lyricist to act rashly on me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the still disciplined copying sound echoed in this narrow space. It seemed that Han Yanjian had no hope of responding to her, but no matter what she said, she responded to her constant or disciplined copying sound.

Finally, Tu Zigu, who could not bear it, came forward pitifully and stood his sleeve and said, "Please, it's okay to say anything, don't be silent like this." Gugugugugugugugugu

At that time, a drum-like sound rang in the Xuan room. Tu Zigu, who was flushed, covered his stomach and argued loudly: "No! The cup is the sound of my stomach, so I am not hungry!"

The cutest feedback, coupled with the cute face, looks even more cute, but I don’t understand the sensuality of browsing this cute Han Yan is still devoted to the tedious writing of ink. Tu Zigu, who was so hungry that he was pitiful that Xixi came to him again, pulled the right arm that was copying and whispered: "I was wrong, it was because I was hungry. I could make some food for me to be disturbed by the transcription. Han Yan glanced at her slightly, said nothing, but started silently and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her.

.Humans are too fragile. If it is in a normal state, even if Elame will not die in a day or two, but the patient is fatal in minutes. This person's doctoral code for the patient, Han Yan cannot let her starve to death while he is preparing for the era of cancellation. Tu Zigu picked up his book and started reading it. Even if he is ordinary, he is most looking forward to his lockdown. However, the attitude she showed was not as good as the attitude that patients with fatal diseases should have. The truth is too treacherous or over-trust, I am afraid that only she herself knows.

The other wall is located in the residence of the Suwo clan. The wealthy clan, which was in its infancy, is now surrounded by a suppressed air from the inside out.

At this time, the Son of God was sitting in the middle of the reception hall. She could only do the truth. Bu had already returned to her family. If she was asked to come, it would be a question whether she could leave safely with the relationship between two families. Usually, we can always see a welcome maid, but today we can't see one, and the air was filled with a strange smell. It seems that as Han Yan said, we should not stay here for a long time.

"It's really a shame to let Lord Shangguan wait for a long time. Recently, the family members of the ministers have had too much trouble."

The head of the Suwo clan, Suwo Shuichiro, who came late, sat down in the host seat in front of the reception hall and apologized to her who was careless. Following Suwo Mazi's illness, Suwo Mazi's illness, all kinds of difficult things happened one after another. He was tired of dealing with these things, and the environment full of epidemics made his expression slightly pale and exhausted. The son of God, who had inquired about Suwo Mazi's recent situation, nodded and expressed his understanding: "As the emperor's capable minister, Suwo Mazi, fell ill, it was really a pity that the bad news. Suwo Mazi's head of the Suwo family didn't care about me."

Going back to the topic, about the guest who was suddenly visiting, Shuichiro asked, "How is it so bad, I wonder what is the important thing about Lord Shanggu's sudden visit today?" Organizing the language, the son of God carefully expressed the purpose of this trip: "Tu has probably been unable to return home due to a few things in ancient times." After hearing this, Shuichiro's entire brows broke and asked, "What's going on? Why didn't the little girl go home?"

The truth is not something that can be hidden, so the Son of God simply said the reason: "She is sick and is still extremely nervous."

A sentence made Xiulang's dangerously embarrassed look and even took up the whole face. He ignored the etiquette and asked, "Where has been Ju since ancient times? I, the son of God, said he was calm: "Ling Shen, Tu is now in Lord Quanzhi's residence since ancient times, but because the treatment is complicated, he cannot return home."

When she heard that she was in Han Yan's residence, a glimmer flashed in Shuichiro's eyes: "It was that adult, don't you know if you have the confidence to cure the little girl?"

"Yes." There is no doubt that the reply from the son of God cut the knife and axe was her confidence in Han Yan.

Shuichiro, who had newly consolidated his emotions, sat down: "The little girl is safer by the side of that adult. I can also be more focused on dealing with clan affairs." He knew that after Su Muzi fell ill after falling ill, more and more people fell ill one after another, and the symptoms appeared were very similar to Su Muzi. It was also a merit to keep Tu in a safe place since ancient times. And if Han Yan could cure her, it means that other doctors were helpless in the epidemic, and he was talented to handle it.

"This time I came here just for this matter. How could I not disturb my head of Su's family?

"If there is no such thing as Master Shangguan's visit, we are glorious. After a few formulaic recitations, the Son of God left the Suwo family's residence.

Seeing that if the guest hall was already in a vague place, Shuichiro did not bid farewell immediately, but sat in the main seat and thought. Therefore, he simply agreed to let Tu Ji stay in Han Yan because he would rather hope Qitao was there. In the past few days, the doctors who were diagnosed by his family and the court sent the court have all declared their desperate situation. Since this time it was the first time that the Black Death had occurred in the extreme east, no matter which aspect, the doctors in the extreme east were difficult to deal with the unfamiliar epidemic.

I found that I was a little aggressive and had been a little useless since ancient times, scratched my head, took my bathrobe and followed the slowly entering the water balloon into the bathroom.

Tu has been taking off his clothes since ancient times. Although he was only eleven years old, the ancient Jiaruo has developed rapidly. His slightly tall figure reveals a curvy figure that is rare at this age. What destroys this beauty is the swelling of rice buckets everywhere. Her own body is abnormal, and she looks at her hands. Her black fingers are as unclean as if soaked ink. Isn’t the symptoms gradually the same as Su Wo Ma Zi who is lying in bed? Every time I think of Su Wo Ma Zi’s miserable appearance and the symptoms on her body, a different extreme cold secretion of her heart.

Too fast, really too fast.

I didn't find anything before going out this morning. It evolved here in just a few times. She had never seen an epidemic that would be so fast, but she was even more afraid that it would lead to Su I-Mazi's miserable appearance. Her hands were wrapped around her body, as if she wanted to give herself a little warmth and walked out of the cold. If it weren't for Han Yan this time, would she die prematurely due to illness? The girl had been bathing for a long time. When she returned to Xuanjian since ancient times, she was wearing a plain yukata with a Chinese-European Hanfu style, and this dress was once the old clothes of Qing'e.

Seeing that she had already come out, Han Yan put on the pen in his hand: "Start the treatment."

Tu Zigu nodded, and could cause her figure to be like this within one day. Even if she is stupid, she knew that it was not a disease. After dark, the discomfort in her figure began to magnify. Now her pale face began to breathe and sweat slightly. She simply issued a simple entrustment: "Extend your hand. Tu Zigu obediently stretched out his right hand, Han Yan held her right hand. This time it was her second contact, or it was extremely cold, but it was the coolest for herself now who was sick and fever.

"pain!?"

However, there was no sign of pain from his fingers. Han Yan used some method to sting Tu Ziji's index finger slightly, and fresh T's blood slowly overflowed from his fingertips. This drop of blood slowly floated up in her filled with surprise eyes, and slowly slung to Han Yan's academic mind. Today can be said to be the most shocking sky in Tu Ziji's life. Because she saw the drop of blood floating on Han Yan's palm, she found six different colors of fine net lights of different colors swept over and over again from six different directions. These six paths were woven with magic power.

The most important thing about the scanning network is to analyze the various compositions in the blood from different aspects. After the magic scan, the feedback information quickly constructed a huge gene spectrum, the structure of various cells in his mind. The development of each era and every problem must have its own advantages, linking the knowledge he received in various eras, and starting to analyze the genetic spectrum and other information. In Tu Ziqiu's eyes, since the six-color fresh mesh light disappeared, he stared at the suspended blood in his hands like a daze.

She didn't know what Han Yan was doing, but she was smart and silent. She had been with him for so long. Tu has always been aware of his character. This beard never did purposeless and hardworking, so she chose to wait quietly.
Chapter completed!