My husband is a time traveler!

But Wanyanjing's personal experiences with dreams and what she saw and heard made her suspicious that Huo Xiang might have already taken that step.

Broken limbs regenerated and white bones regenerated muscle. At least Huo Xiang's physical body had entered the realm of a great master.

But guesswork is guesswork.

Wan Yanjing: "King Xuan is at the level of a master. If he stands still and lets Xu Yilian hit him casually, Xu Yilian can't hurt him. He should be barely considered a figure in the world."

Huo Xiang's eyes widened slightly: "Am I so powerful? Aren't the Tushan weirdos who were driven away by Lao Zhang and the Shi Empress in the underground palace all from the top of the Grand Master? Otherwise, how could I be bullied to pieces?"

"I'm talking about King Xuan, what does that have to do with you?"

Wan Yanjing didn't want to comment on his nonsense at all: "Didn't Xu Yilian have an appointment at noon? You should finish your meal quickly and we can go ahead and show more sincerity."

After saying that, she stood up and went into the inner room to change clothes. After changing clothes, she sat there waiting for Huo Xiang to comb her hair.

After only a few days of learning, Huo Xiang has mastered various ways of combing her bun, and can dress up Wanyanjing differently every day.

Today, she wears a graceful hairstyle, and her pale face makes her look particularly pitiful.

After combing her hair, Huo Xiang took out the eyebrow makeup and modified Wanyanjing's eyebrow shape and eye contour.

Wan Yanjing was very curious about what she was painted into. She hated that she couldn't see it, so she could only retreat and ask something else: "Are you disguised too?"

While packing up the scattered tools, Huo Xiang said with some complacency: "It's just makeup, not a disguise. There are four types of traditional Chinese medicine. I'm afraid it will affect the judgment of the miracle doctor, so I will only give you eyebrow makeup. If If you are particularly familiar with someone, you can still recognize them at a glance.”

Wan Yanjing looked a little strange: "It's unusual for a grown man like you to know this."

Huo Xiang paused and retorted in a low voice: "What's so strange? I'm good at calligraphy and painting. There is no difference between painting on paper and painting on my face. It's just the change of light and dark lines."

Wan Yanjing could not argue with this, and felt that this was indeed the case.

But he was thinking in his heart that Huo Xiang was good at painting in his previous life.

The miracle doctor's place was a bit far away, so Huo Xiang rented a carriage and took two-quarters of an hour to get there.

Doctor Ning is very business-minded. It doesn’t matter whether he is a good doctor or not, but he is definitely a good businessman. He has branches of medical clinics all over the country, providing one-stop services for treating patients and taking medicines. Some clinics also handle Feng Shui and fortune-telling business.

The names of each semicolon are the location plus the word Ningsi.

They went to Luyang Ningsi Hall.

Ningsi Hall has been expanded to a larger area than the government office. In front of it is a place where patients are welcomed and greeted. Five or six doctors and a dozen medicine boys are busy. In addition to dozens of beds provided for patients, Ningsi Hall There is also a charity hall in Si Tang, and you can get free medical treatment with the refugee card issued by the government.

The backyard is a living room for the servants of the doctor. Of course, the most elegant place in the secluded area belongs to distinguished guests and high-level guests. Ning Ziyue came to Luyang to attend the conference and lived in his own property.

There were a lot of people at the door, especially with the influx of refugees in the past few days. Ning Si Tang was packed to the rafters. Following the instructions given by Xu Yilian, Huo Xiang drove a carriage to the side door and followed the little medicine boy who had been waiting there for a long time. I avoided the crowd and entered the hospital.

The little medicine boy looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his words and deeds were quite mature. No matter what Huo Xiang asked, he would smile and prevaricate, and lead them to the back hall in a hurry.

He asked Huo Xiang and Wanyanjing to wait outside while he went in to report.

After a while, he came out and saluted them and said: "Master is in the house. Young Master and Madam can do what they want. Xiao Ke still has many things to do. If you want to leave after that, please find me in Yaolu." That’s it.”

He also pointed out the location of the medicine house to them very thoughtfully. "I'm actually a disciple of a miracle doctor. I'm disrespectful. I've worked hard on this journey, young master." Huo Xiang said, putting a piece of gold into his hand.

The little medicine boy squeezed the heavy gold and glanced at Wanyan Jing inadvertently. His throat moved slightly, as if he was struggling with something. Finally, he returned the gold to Huo Xiang, bowed again and said:

"Sir, you're welcome. This is your duty, so there's no need to worry about it."

After the little medicine boy walked away, Wanyanjing chuckled and said, "This little medicine boy is a bit interesting. He thinks that we may fail, so he refuses to accept your bribe."

Huo Xiang made a sound: "You crow's mouth, stop talking, come on, let's go in, I don't believe it yet."

The first thing you see inside the house is a row of shelves filled with medical books and various bottles and jars filled with medicinal materials.

Huo Xiang covered his mouth and nose, and the strong aroma of the medicine was almost intoxicating.

Walking along the passage between the bookshelves to the end, you saw Ning Ziyue.

A high-end and elegant medical clinic, with the name of a miracle doctor respected by everyone in the world. I thought he would be a very interesting character, but in fact, the doctor Ning is very down-to-earth and easy-going.

"Please take a seat, madam, just hang your wrist here."

Wanyanjing sat down in front of the case calmly and stretched out her right hand. She couldn't see clearly the appearance of the miracle doctor, but her voice sounded like that of an old man in his fifties or sixties.

Three fingers touched her pulse, which lasted about a dozen breaths. Ning Ziyue asked her to switch to the other hand.

Huo Xiang stood aside, seemingly looking at the furnishings in the hall, but out of the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to Wan Yanjing.

Ning Ziyue frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulty. This expression made Huo Xiang feel anxious.

"Has Madam ever taken any powerful spiritual food or medicine before?"

She has always been in good health, but she hasn't had headaches or fever for many years. She doesn't need any medicine.

Wan Yanjing shook her head blankly at first, but then she remembered something and felt that she shouldn't be so arbitrary, so she asked, "What kind of spiritual treasure is it? And how long did you mean before?"

"Madam, the symptoms of decreased senses, lack of Qi and blood, lethargy and forgetfulness are caused by the blockage of blood vessels in the skull and the whole body. I have also diagnosed and treated many diseases like this. I only need to take the prescription for seven consecutive days, and after seven days, Drink Ma Bo Decoction, apply silver needles, and then use a thin blade to reach the stubborn lesions and remove the obstruction."

"Even if the lesion is located in the middle of the skull, the risk is extremely high, but it is not lifeless."

Ning Ziyue stroked his beard, sighed and said: "But Madam's bloodline is probably dead, even if it is removed, it will be of little use. If it is an ordinary person, the bloodline is blocked, and he will not survive for a day, Madam She can speak and act now because her body seems to be supported by a surging medicinal power. But now this medicinal power is out of balance in her body. If we can know which rare medicine the madam has taken, maybe the old man can still Figure out something.”

Wanyanjing tilted her head towards Huo Xiang.

She didn't remember eating anything curious. If there was such a thing, she would have to ask Huo Xiang what he had fed her.

Wan Yanjing: "Mr. Ning, can you recognize the poison? Someone once said that I was infected by the Tianhuang Gu. I don't know if it is true or not?"

Ning Ziyue pondered for a while and said: "I can't say that I am proficient in the art of voodoo, but I have dabbled in it a little. I have also heard of Tianhuang Gu. Although this voodoo has disappeared for many years, there are records of people who have been infected with it. There is a red line.”

"But I can see that there is no red line on Madam's wrist, and there are no traces of other poisons. Although the old man is not good at medical skills, it is enough to confirm that Madam has not been poisoned."

(End of this chapter)