2( One life for another life

When Feng Mujin heard this, he took away all the shock and stretched out his left wrist.

This ghost doctor is not just an ordinary person. In his opinion, he is definitely a master who is so arrogant that he can't see anyone at all.

However, the colder Nangong Mingye was, the more he appreciated him in his heart. Only such charm can be worthy of the word "ghost doctor".

Nangong Mingye's fingertips fell on the vein between his wrists. He thought carefully for a while before he took it back. Looking at Feng Mujin, he said expressionlessly: "The poisoning is too deep and cannot be cured unless..."

"Unless what?" Jiuyin's heart tightened and asked anxiously, staring at his perfect face.

Nangong Mingye did not look at her, his eyes fell on Feng Mujin's face and said calmly: "One life for another life."

Feng Mujin took back his wrist, smiled slightly, and said disapprovingly: "Thank you, the ghost doctor, for your treatment. I will provide you with this treatment fee, so I will say goodbye."

"Mu Jin..." Jiuyin, who was standing beside him, grabbed his big palm tightly and pulled the person he wanted to get up back. She looked at Nangong Mingye with a hint of anxiety: "Is there really no other way?"

Did Feng Mujin know about the so-called life for another life? Otherwise, why did he leave immediately when he heard the ghost doctor say that?

He didn't want her to know about this at all.

Nangong Mingye's eyes finally fell on her face. The two looked at each other. Jiuyin became more sure that she had seen this person before, but she really couldn't remember where she had seen him.

Nangong Mingye just glanced at her indifferently, his eyes did not stop on her face. He looked at Feng Mujin again, his voice was still so cold, and there was no warmth in his words:

"If you apply a needle, you can live for two more years. If you let it go, you will definitely die within two years."

Jiuyin's heart was tight. It was not for him to say so bluntly, but he was still resentful of his words, "One life for another life."

"How can one live for one life? Please give me some advice, sir." she asked.

"Don't ask, I'm naturally unwilling to use someone else's life to exchange for my life." Feng Mujin looked at her, held her little hand back, and smiled softly: "Let's go, I'll take you to another place to see. There are many fun places in the north of the city."

"No, don't plan to perfunctory me like this!" Jiuyin held him hard, glared at him, and looked at Nangong Mingye, and undoubtedly saw the little impatientness in his eyes again. She said anxiously:

"Didn't the sir say that if the needle is applied, you can live two more years? Can sir give my husband a needle first?"

"Yes." Nangong Mingye looked at her without any hesitation, and his face suddenly became serious: "I will give your husband acupuncture. Can you gain fame among the nobles for our Imperial Medicine Hall?"

Jiuyin was stunned, but he didn't expect that he was thinking about this matter.

But even though he asked this, she could not hear how much he cared about the so-called "fame" thing in his words. Asking her like this was like doing something someone else told me, just to complete the task.

She smiled slightly and nodded, "I promise you can."

After saying that, Nangong Mingye asked Feng Mujin to lie down on the soft couch in the inner hall, took out the slender silver needle from the needle bag, and pierced it at the location where his heart was.

Every time the silver needle is pierced, Feng Mujin will hold his big palm tightly and endure the huge pain coming from his heart.

Nangong Mingye said first, and the pain of applying acupuncture is unbearable for most people. In the future, as long as the injection is applied twice a month, his toxins can be controlled after half a year, so that he can live for two or three more years.

Feng Mujin has a rare trust in him, perhaps because he was impressed by the cold aura emitted from him.

The entire process of applying the needle was very short. After less than a stick of incense, Nangong Mingye took the silver needles one by one from Feng Mujin's heart and turned around and left the inner hall.

Feng Mujin sat up, tidied up his clothes, stepped back to the outer hall, and came to Jiuyin.

Jiuyin held up her sleeve and wiped away the fine sweat from his forehead. She couldn't help but care and said, "Isn't it very hard?"

"It's okay." Feng Mujinyun replied calmly: "It's just a little bit of pain."

Jiuyin knew how painful the process was just now. He said a little bit of pain was just to comfort her. If it didn't hurt, how could he make his face covered in fine sweat?

Looking at Nangong Mingye who was shorter, she suddenly said, "Sir, can you please something else?"

"Say." Nangong Mingye didn't raise his head, but was just tidying up his needle bag.

Jiuyin walked to the side of the case and knelt down, smiled at him and said, "I want to ask the sir to be my personal doctor, I..."

"I'm not good at giving birth." Before she could finish her words, Nangong Mingye refused.

Jiuyin didn't give up and still smiled slightly, "If I said I could make my husband's imperial medicine hall become famous among the royal nobles, can I agree?"

Nangong Mingye was slightly stunned, and finally raised his eyebrows and glanced at her lightly, as if thinking about whether her words meant enough to him.

Jiuyin smiled softly: "Maybe sir can ask your partner first, I mean the one who asked you to give needles to my husband."

Nangong Mingye's eyes flashed, and he looked at her with his thin lips slightly moved, but he didn't say anything.

Jiuyin still smiled slightly, and could see that he didn't like to talk to people about the person behind him. She smiled and said, "I have no intention of offending sir. I just thought that your Imperial Medicine Hall was just established here, and it must be necessary to expand your business, and I..."

She looked up at Feng Mujin, then looked at Nangong Mingye and smiled: "Now, we can't let people know the existence of the children in my belly. My husband has too many enemies, I'm afraid..."

"This is your business..."

"I have no other intentions. I just think that Mr. Husband is definitely not a talkative person. If Mr. Husband can come to my husband to give acupuncture and treat me, we will do our best to make the Imperial Medicine Hall the number one medicine hall in the imperial city. Maybe the medicine used in the imperial palace will still..."

"Jiuyin, don't talk nonsense about such things." Feng Mujin interrupted her softly.

Although he is Prince Jin, he is not responsible for the procurement of medicinal food in the palace. She said that in the future, he would have to hand over privately with the ministers. He did not like to do such things.

Jiuyin looked up and smiled slightly at him, and said helplessly: "I didn't say I wanted you to contact them. Why do I say I still have a little status in the Fengmeng? I can always know a few people."

Feng Mujin didn't speak. In fact, if it really reached this point, how could he let her come forward to deal with it?

However, Jiuyin's proposal seems to be a little feasible. This ghost doctor seems to be not a talkative person. He just came to the imperial city and could not have too much contact with the royal relatives and nobles. It is indeed the best choice to find him to be her attending doctor.

However, it seems that they are not interested.

"Sir, there is no need to rush to reply to me. Maybe you can go back and ask first..." Her eyes rolled, and she smiled and said, "Ask your partner, my husband and I will say goodbye first. At this time tomorrow, my husband and I will come to find Mr.

Nangong Mingye still didn't say anything.

Jiuyin stood up and returned to Feng Mujin, owed Nangong Mingye, and then took Feng Mujin and Ruhua to leave the room. After going out to pay the medical fee, he walked out of the door.

After the people left, Nangong Mingye had tidied up his things and left the wing room and walked towards the backyard.

As soon as I entered the backyard, I looked up and saw the slender figure under the pavilion of the backyard that made me feel pity.

Since that incident, she has been depressed. Even though she has a smile on her face every day, she works hard to run the imperial pharmacy with them, but there is always a shadow in her eyes that will never be dispersed.

He sighed silently, curing diseases is his strength, but he cannot cure people's hearts, and heart diseases still require heart medicine.

Perhaps, to make her completely well, I really have to rely on that so-called miracle...

Withdrawing his complicated thoughts, he walked down the pavilion.

From afar, Ling Xi saw the slender figure walking towards him.

He walked in the wind, his clothes were lightly raised and his hair was rising. He was a beautiful fairy figure that could fascinate women all over the world.

The smile on her lips deepened unconsciously. Looking at the stunning man walking to her, she smiled and said, "How is it? Have you treated that guest?"

Nangong Mingye nodded, sat down on the stone chair beside her, and reached out to hold her in his arms.

Ling Xi made a little effort, but she still subconsciously resisted.

But after she struggled for a while, Nangong Mingye suddenly tightened his arms and held her to his legs and locked her in his arms.

Ling Xi let out a light breath, looked up at his silent face and said helplessly: "I will no longer resist. Can you let me go first? I'm still doing things."

Nangong Mingye's eyes fell on the stone table, and he saw the strange pictures. Looking at the pen she held, his eyebrows slightly frowned and wondered: "What is this?"

"This is a carbon pen I developed myself, look." Ling Xi held the pen in front of him and displayed it. He carefully turned it down from his legs, sat back on his own stone chair, and then picked up the design drawings on the table and displayed them in front of him:

"This is the clothes I designed, the clothes from late summer and early autumn. Look, are they good looking?"

Nangong Mingye didn't know how to appreciate these, and whatever she designed would look absolutely beautiful. He believed in her talent and ability in this regard.

"Can you do it alone by drawing so many design drawings?" Looking at the pile of drawings on the table, he still frowned: "I said that you have just recovered and you should not be too tired."

"I didn't do this by myself." Ling Xi put away the design drawings and carefully folded them before looking at him, with a little excitement and expectation in his smile:

"Mingye, your imperial pharmacy is on the right track. Now it's just a matter of how to spread your fame, but I..."

She blinked her eyes like water and bit her lower lip gently:
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