"Well," she nodded with a wry smile, "my mother is sick."

"That's great..."

"Um?"

Lin Feiwan looked over with confusion and realized that she had said the wrong thing, so Yingluo quickly changed her words.

"What a coincidence. I happen to have some medical skills. Would you like me to show it to Madam?"

Meeting her somewhat excited eyes, Lin Feiwan couldn't bear to refuse. She thought back when she first studied medicine with her master, she wished she could even have the janitor Da Huang see her for a consultation. Maybe the little girl was in the same situation.

Just now she was feeling depressed, so she secretly gave Yu Qingyun acupuncture without following her into the house. Thinking about it now, she still couldn't help but worry.

"Let's go."

"Um."

Yingluo was as lively as a little bird and couldn't wait to pull her in.

But when his right hand was placed on Yu Qingyun's wrist, the childishness on his face instantly faded away, and his serious expression was comparable to that of a seasoned doctor.

After a moment, Yingluo raised her hand and smiled.

"Sister Wan, don't worry. After the doctor's acupuncture, my wife is fine."

Hearing this, Lin Feiwan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. The little girl was not simple, she could actually tell that Yu Qingyun had been acupuncture before.

He is not only proficient in makeup, but also a powerful doctor.

The master who could cultivate such a young genius must be a master like his own master.

However, Yingluo was luckier than her. At least her master did not leave a message and ran away, and there was no news for many years.

By the way, since Yingluo's master is also a master of medical skills, he should have some precious medicinal materials in his hands, but doctors always regard medicine as life, and I am afraid they will not part with it easily.

"Sister Wan, are you in a daze?"

The fleshy little hand waved three times in front of his eyes.

Lin Feiwan came to her senses and led her out.

"Mom hasn't woken up yet, let's go to Wanyuan, and I'll ask my servants to arrange a room for you."

"Okay, but I only have three days, you have to study hard."

"Yes, Master."

This sentence, "Master," was obviously very useful to Yingluo, and she was so happy that she couldn't even close her mouth.

Lin Feiwan also laughed for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Since you know medical skills, you must know where to buy good medicinal materials?"

Yingluotou patted her chest, "Of course, I bought many of the precious medicines in Master's hands together with him."

The chat box opened and the little mouth started talking nonstop.

"Ordinary people only know how to go to pharmacies. In fact, the rare medicinal materials are not on the public record. Have you ever heard of black market auctions?"

Her expression suddenly became serious, "There are all kinds of medicinal materials there, but they are very dangerous. Many buyers have been killed to steal the treasures, so those who go there must have guards in addition to money."

Then she changed the topic and laughed, "You're scared, you're not going, so don't be scared."

Lin Feiwan looked at the cheerful back of a bird, her lips curled up slightly: "Thank you."

She had to go to that place.

At the same time, the luxurious car finally stopped in front of the gate of Fahua Temple.

The old host with white beard and white hair put his hands together.

"Your Majesty, the inside is ready. Please come with me."

Xue Qianyu paused, took a deep look inside, and stepped up to follow.

The old host and grandpa Su Xiang are old acquaintances.

After he brought peace to the Su family, he enshrined everyone's spiritual tablets here and would come over from time to time to copy scriptures and pray for blessings.

It was precisely because of this relationship that he was able to get the scriptures consecrated by the host so quickly last time, but he didn't expect that the scriptures ended up in Zhou Guang's hands.

Thinking of Zhou Guang, a murderous intention flashed across Xue Qianyu's face.

The old host's long eyebrows trembled slightly, "Amitabha, sin, sin, Your Majesty, in the pure land of Buddhism, don't act rashly with thoughts of killing."

He immediately calmed down his expression and solemnly clasped his hands together.

"I'm sorry, junior."
Chapter completed!