People are scattered, there is no lively look, things are done, Mingshu is ready to withdraw with refreshments.

The dust appeared in front of her without warning, and the strange smell came to her nostrils.

A big man smells like this, do you want to have a face?

Minshu subconsciously hugged the snack, flinched back, and stared at a butterfly warily, "what are you doing?"

Suddenly appeared, trying to grab my snacks?

The dust is funny, "Why are you like that little beast?" They all protect their food like this.

Mingshu wanted to refute something, but she swallowed it back to her mouth. "it's all right, don't Block."

Qing Dust turned to the side and made room for Mingshu. "Weaving girl, I can do you several favors today. Are you sure you don't want to consider treating me?"

"I'm not begging you." She can handle it herself. Who told him to pop out all of a sudden and stop me from pretending to be forced.

"in any case, it turned out that I helped you, didn't I?" The dust shamelessly takes the credit to himself.

Mingshu glanced at him with a rare no rebuttal.

Because the dust is telling the truth.

Mingshu doesn't like to owe a favor, even if the favor is not what she wants, but the other party gives it.

But.

She really doesn't want to cure the butterfly who grabs her snacks.

Mingshu was silent and walked on with his head buried.

The dust grinded his teeth and endured the impulse to catch up with Mingshu.

"Miss Weaver, how on earth can you be willing to see me?" The dust grabbed Ming Shu and said, "is it so difficult to see a doctor?"

He just wants to see a doctor.

It's that simple!

"how on earth are you going to let me go? there are so many people in the world who will see a doctor. Is it hard for you to find another one?" Mingshu pulled back his clothes.

The dust continues to hold, "but only you can cure my illness."

Mingshu pulled back, "what's wrong?"

"lovesickness."

"."

The dust blurted out, and at last he realized that something was wrong, but when the words came out, he could only squeeze out a smile and force himself to say calmly, "so only a soul-weaving girl can cure this disease."

If you get her, are you still afraid that she won't cure herself?

What a genius I am!

"you'd better go back and die." Ming Shu is going to leave with his clothes.

Lovesick, your uncle!

He wants to die, right?

Clean Dust: "…."

There is a MMP saying that don't know how to say it properly.

The dust adjusts the mood, revealing a trademark glamorous smile, "is the weaving girl going to be ungrateful?"

Forget! Mm-hmm! Negative! Righteousness!

Mingshu wanted to throw him a look of ingratitude.

Mingshu stuffed two mouthfuls of snacks into his mouth, "you can be cured. After you are cured, you will not be allowed to appear in front of me again, not for the rest of your life."

"good." The dust raised a smile and said yes.

Think I want to see you?

If it hadn't been for the task, he would have strangled her.

Mingshu took out the tools that were about to fall ash and sat in the yard decently, quite like a magic doctor.

Qing Dust sat opposite her, and the aura between them was so strange that no one broke the silence, as if he could laugh longer than anyone else.

Huixue stood aside, looking at her for a while and looking at the dust for a while.

What are you doing?

Do you smile better than anyone?

Needless to say, I'm sure the lady will look good!

"Weaving soul girl." Qing Dust could not help breaking the silence and continued to laugh. His face froze. "Let's start."

He should be magnanimous about what he cares about with snake sperm disease.

Smelling the words, Mingshu pulled out a candied fruit from the small cloth bag next to him, pulled up his sleeve and motioned to take the dust hand over.

The dust is suddenly a little perturbed, put your hand over carefully.

Ming Shu's hand is very warm, and she gives people the same feeling.

There was a layer of light on her, and her figure was hazy and blurred.

The breeze passed through the courtyard and the green branches moved.

The dust shakes my mind slightly.

The inch of skin she pressed began to burn and the coagulated blood began to flow.

The temperature soon disappeared, and the dust looked up at the woman opposite. The woman smiled and asked, "what do you think is wrong with you?"

Clean Dust: "…." Who on earth is the patient?

A doctor asked the patient what kind of disease do you think you are?!

Is there?!

If he wants to know what's wrong with him, why does he need a doctor?

Do you have any work ethic?!

"it runs in the family."

His father never lived more than 26. He was only five years old that year. He watched him die in front of him helplessly, and he still seems to be able to see his pain.

I heard that his grandfather also died at the age of 26, so his family has an unwritten rule that they must marry when they reach adulthood to ensure the inheritance of the blood.

However, he felt that such pain should not exist in the next generation, so he violated the rules and never got married.

"what are the ideas of the weaving girl?" He has also seen this disease, but most of them say that he is hopeless.

"there is no good opinion." Ming Shu propped up his chin. "you must have been poisoned."

The dust almost killed Mingshu with a mouthful of salt and soda, firmly believing that it was just poisoning after so many years of family inheritance. Probably, can you rely on it?

This is not a quack, is it? Or is she trying to kill herself?

"what poison?" He would like to see what she can say. One, two, three.

Mingshu grinned, "I don't know."

Poof

Don't stop me. I'm going to strangle this snake sperm disease.

"Weaving girl!" Qing Dust almost clenched her teeth. After a moment, she loosened her teeth and smiled maliciously. "it seems that the weaving girl wants to see me very much. She doesn't like me, does she?"

"I don't like it." Mingshu replied with a brighter smile, "after all, your delicate body may not be able to stand the trouble."

The hair all over the dust is standing on end, the policeman, there is an old driver driving here.

The dust tried to suppress the fury of the fried hair, "am I really poisoned?"

Several lifetimes of family inheritance, suddenly turned into poisoning, feeling that his people have lived in vain.

And what kind of poison is so powerful that it has been handed down from generation to generation and thinks it is a family heirloom?

"probably."

The dust stared at Mingshu for a few seconds, then suddenly got up, propped up the table, leaned close to Mingshu, "can you treat it?"

"maybe." Not in a very certain tone.

I am also the first time to be a divine doctor. I am not proficient in the business, and it is understandable that I have made a mistake or something.

A patient asked the doctor what's wrong with me.

The doctor said you might have been poisoned.

The patient put up with it.

The patient asked the doctor if my illness could be cured.

Then the doctor answered carelessly, perhaps.

Maybe. Right?

Have you ever thought about the psychological shadow of the patient? What is the duty of a doctor?

MMP met a quack.

Qing Dust pondered over there for a while, patted the table and said, "Zhi."

He had no choice but to treat it.

"if you treat it, just treat it. What table do you want to shoot?" Ming Shu took the candied fruit bag in his hand and almost slapped off all my snacks. "Don't get too excited, you'll die."

You will die!

The dust calmly withdrew his hand and restored the beauty of the butterfly pimp. "when do we start to treat it?"

If you can't cure it, strangle the quack.

Ming Shu looked up at the sky and said, "in a few days."

"Why?" Why are you looking at the sky?

Mingshu just looked at him with a smile and got up and left with a snack in his arms.

A ball of colorful dumplings fell out of her sleeves and rolled several times on the ground, furry pushing the egg and leaving with Mingshu, seemingly protesting.

"." Let him die.