Jun Jiuling - Chapter 542

[Chapter 178 Let Me Treat You]

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Who he was talking about, Miss Jun immediately understood.

The emotions of adults can still be controlled, but it is difficult for children to pretend that nothing has happened. After all, they are father and daughter.

“He’s very good-looking.” She smiled and stretched out her hand

to make a gesture. “He’s so tall and a little thin, but he’s very strong. He likes to walk around.”

Standing in front of Zhao Hanqing.

Zhao Hanqing originally looked at it seriously, and when she saw her suddenly standing in front of her, she took a step back with some dodging eyes, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face.

“His eyes look the same as yours.” Miss Jun continued, not retreating because of her dodging, looking at her exposed eyes.

Zhao Hanqing glanced at her.

“He also gave you a portrait.” Miss Jun said softly, “I drew you from when you were a child to now.”

Zhao Hanqing’s eyes were like a fire, and suspicion, surprise, surprise, and anxiety met.

“Would you like to take a look?” Miss Jun said softly, lest the loud voice scare her away, and without waiting for her to answer, she turned and walked back to the side of the rock to sit down, opened the medicine box and took out the manuscript, “Your mother disagrees. , I won’t embarrass you, I won’t let you see anything else, just take a look at your portrait and see if you look like it.”

She said to herself, flipping open the manuscript until the end stop.

The voice of Xixi Suosuo gradually approached, and a shadow was cast around him.

Miss Jun didn’t look up, and caressed the portrait of a four- or five-year-old girl on the paper.

“This is your childhood, right?” she asked.

“This is not me.” Zhao Hanqing said, and the man was about to step back.

Miss Jun has grabbed her arm and looked up at her.

“This is you.” She said, flipping one hand again, turning to the last fourteen or fifteen-year-old portrait, “This is you.”

Zhao Hanqing’s expression became excited.

“Why is this me? I’m so ugly.” She shouted, pointing to the portrait on the handbook,

“She’s so pretty, I’m so ugly, I’m so ugly.”

Miss Jun held her arm tightly.

“You’re not ugly, you’re sick, and that’s what you’re cured of.” She said in a deep voice, “Your father’s painting looks like you’ve been cured.”

Zhao Hanqing looked at her and then at the portrait, his chest was violent. Ups and downs, the body kept shaking.

“Your father left just to treat you. He walked a lot to find medicine for you.” Miss Jun continued, clenching her arm tightly.

Zhao Hanqing stared at the portrait for a moment, and turned his eyes to Miss Jun.

“What about him? Why didn’t you come back?” She asked, although she was questioning, but her eyes were full of hope.

Because of his death, Miss Jun’s throat is sore.

“Because there is still one medicine that has not been found.” She said seriously, “but the prescription has been found. I will treat you first. When your father comes back to get the last medicine, your illness will be completely cured.”

Zhao Hanqing looked at her suspiciously.

“You should also know that Dad is very powerful.” Miss Jun looked at her and said.

Zhao Hanqing looked down.

How powerful that man is, everyone here knows that his story is told every day, and even a little baby of a few years old can memorize it.

“He is very powerful, very powerful.” Miss Jun’s voice continued to ring in her ears, “Since he painted you so good-looking, you must be so good-looking, you don’t believe me, don’t you believe him? History, Let me see your doctor.”

After she said this, the two fell silent.

The silence was short-lived, and the next moment Zhao Hanqing reached out and tore off the mask.

“I don’t believe him.” She said, looking at Miss Jun, “I believe you.”

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night was dark, the lights in the room were still bright, and a soft sound came from the other side come.

Miss Jun turned her head and saw that Liu Er, who was sleeping outside, swept the pillow down.

Miss Jun smiled and got up and walked over to put it away for her, but Liu Er didn’t wake up, muttered a few words in her sleep, turned over and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Miss Jun stood in front of several cases again and rubbed her sour eyes.

She finally understood the few words recorded in the master’s handwritten notes, and even felt the meaning of some messy illnesses, more or less involving the chrysanthemum sores like Zhao Hanqing.

The name chrysanthemum sore is also mentioned in the manuscript.

It’s not obvious when you’re born. As you get older, you get bigger and bigger. For a girl, growing on her face is equivalent to ruining her life, not to mention, it will worsen. took his life.

For Master, a smart and proud person, it was indeed a big blow that this disease appeared on his daughter and he couldn’t cure it.

That’s why I left home and never come back when I can’t find the medicine to treat it?

Miss Jun sighed.

There is no doubt that the Ziyingxian plant is for Zhao history’s disease, but one plant and two plants are obviously not enough.

Master is not enough, she is not enough now.

And it’s not just relying on Ziyingxian plant to cure. Miss Jun rubbed her face and slowly thought, since Master has already started looking for medicine, there must be a way. The random information in this handbook No matter how well you do your research, you’ll definitely be able to find a prescription.

The lights in the house were turned off one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell silent.

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“How did you make feet for Uncle Iron Foot?”

Hearing the voice, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting on the tree.

“It’s very troublesome and simple.” She laughed, carefully digging out a herb, “Boil beef tendon to make feet, and iron to make skeleton.”

With a thud, Zhao Hanqing jumped down from the tree.

When I first saw her, Miss Jun was startled, but she got used to seeing her every day in the past few days. The girl was running on the mountain and jumping among the treetops very easily.

Xia Yong’s daughter-in-law said that because of the sores on their faces, the mother and daughter have always lived on the mountain, and Zhao Hanqing did not interact with the villagers. He played on the mountain by himself since he was a child, and was led by Yang Jing to hunt and teach some skills. .

Climbing a tree is not difficult for anyone who enjoys the mountains.

“Did he teach you all of these?” Zhao Hanqing asked.

“Yeah.” Miss Jun nodded and smiled again, “He taught me more than this, many of which I didn’t pay attention to at the time, and only later learned how important it is.”

Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hand.

“He likes you very much,” she said, “you look so good-looking.”

Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.

“First of all, he didn’t like me very much,” she said. “Besides, he didn’t leave you because he was good-looking or not. In the end, you’re not ugly, you’re just sick, and he left you because he liked you.”

Zhao Khan looked up quickly at her.

“I didn’t like you, why did I teach you so much?” she asked.

Miss Jun blinked.

“Because I’m pestering him, he can’t do anything about it.” She said, and smiled again, “Actually, he hates me very much.”

Zhao Hanqing rarely dealt with people, and felt a little incomprehensible about such words.

Will you leave if you like it, but stay by your side if you hate it?

“Don’t think about it so much, let’s just work.” Miss Jun patted her on the shoulder, “You can help too.”

“Me? What can I help?” Zhao Hanqing said, “I don’t know how to take medicine. I’m

sick.”

Miss Jun held her shoulders and pointed to a tree.

“Did you see an autumn cicada on that tree?” she said.

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When Miss Jun’s voice fell, Zhao Hanqing had already nodded.

“You will go up to the tree and help me catch five…” Miss Jun said.

Before she could finish her words, she saw Zhao Hanqing take something out of his waist and raise his hand, and with a rapid neigh, Qiu Chan fell from the tree.

Miss Jun was stunned.

“You don’t have to go up the tree, that’s it.” Zhao Hanqing said.

Miss Jun looked back at her.

“You’re amazing.” She said in surprise.

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