One Thousand and Ninety-Six: Counter-Ge 1 Strike (4)

"It would be great if there was a second and third Sun Zaidao. He is definitely good at this."

Wei Ci glanced at Fengzhen, and said, "It's better to ask yourself than to ask others."

Fengzhen shook his head like a rattle, how could he do this kind of work with his small body?

"Zixiao's heart is really vicious. Beiyuan has always been known as the land of ice and snow in the north. There are only a few short months of warm weather throughout the year. The rest of the time is full of heavy snow, and the city is sealed by ice and snow—if you really go there , I’m afraid I haven’t even persuaded people, and people have already frozen into ice.” Feng Zhen’s eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, “In my opinion, Zi Xiao’s tongue is like a lotus flower, and he is an excellent candidate. I heard that the people of Beiyuan, Both men and women are burly and strong, Zi Xiao is so beautiful, I don't know how popular he is."

The first few sentences were quite serious, but the latter became distorted, causing Wei Ci to slouch, too lazy to talk nonsense with Feng Zhen.

"Cough, cough, cough——Zi Xiao, don't go so fast——"

Seeing that Wei Ci was as cold as ice, Feng Zhen sighed in his heart, honest people really can't bear to be teased.

After chasing trot for two steps, Wei Ci in front of him stopped.

"Zixiao still loves others, you know..."

Before Feng Zhen finished speaking, the smile on his face subsided, and his eyes fell on the man not far away. The man was somewhat similar to Wei Ci in appearance, and his temperament was more honest and gentle. Isn't this Wei Qi from the Nie Mission, Wei Ci's elder brother? What is he doing here?

"Brother——" Wei Ci took the initiative to salute, before he got up, Wei Ci's cold right hand grabbed his wrist, and soon left a few red finger marks on his skin, which showed the other party's impatience How much force was used, "Brother, what happened?"

Why did the elder brother, who has always been calm, lose his composure like this?

Feng Zhen on the side was also observing Wei Ying, only to find that the other party's eyes were slightly blue, and his expression looked tired and dejected.

"Zixiao, do me a favor—" Wei Ying said nervously.

Wei Ci lowered his eyelids to hide the emotion in his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, brother, let's talk while walking."

Wei Ling didn't invite Fengzhen, but he didn't refuse either, and the latter followed up with the two cheekily.

The wind was blowing under Wei Ying's feet, and he took big steps, and the cloth materials rubbed against each other and made a clear rustling sound.

In the past, Wei Ying would not be so rude, but now he doesn't care much.

"Zixiao has learned the technique of Qihuang, can you see the usual cold and fever?"

Wei Qi knew that Wei Ci knew how to do medicine. As the saying goes, a long illness makes a doctor, and Wei Ci's medical skills are also practiced in this way.

Wei Ci nodded, "Although the medical skills are not as superb as famous doctors, it's still okay to see minor illnesses and fevers."

Feng Zhen asked, "If someone is sick, why don't you find a doctor?"

"I can't believe it."

After Wei Ying said these three words, his complexion became gloomy several times, and a heavy and oppressive atmosphere lingered around him.

Feng Zhen's eyes widened in astonishment, the doctor he brought with him couldn't be trusted, and he didn't believe in the younger brother of the opposite camp?

How much trust does this elder brother have in Wei Ci's integrity?

Aren't you afraid that Wei Ci will tamper with the prescription, so that a single dose of medicine can complete the super god lore?

When Feng was really curious about the patient's identity, Wei Ci knew it by heart, and quickly guessed the identity of the patient.

Looking at the whole world, apart from his family, only Nie Liang can make the elder brother lose his temper so nervously.

It is rare to have a confidant in life. In the previous life, Nie Liang died early, and the eldest brother was also depressed for more than ten years, and finally died of illness.

Following Wei Min's footsteps, Wei Ci and Feng Zhen entered the residence of Nie's mission.

Before the two of them entered the courtyard, they could smell the smell of medicine in the air. Wei Ci secretly moved his nose and frowned.

"Guangshan, Zixiao is here."

Feng Zhen looked at this sneaky formation, frowned displeasedly, and secretly thanked himself for following. If he didn't follow, Wei Ci was brought here by Wei Ping alone, and someone with a heart would spread this matter to Jiang Pengji's ears, maybe the lord would become suspicious.

After entering the house, the smell of medicine in the air became stronger, and there was an indescribable sour smell in the middle.

As soon as Wei Wei's words fell, the two heard a heart-piercing cough.

Wei Ci was taken aback, he hadn't seen him for a few days, why did Nie Liang become so ill?

Nie Liang was lying on the bed, his cheeks were pale, his lips were chapped, and there were faint bruises on the corners of his lips.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, why did it become like this?"

Nie Liang half sat up with difficulty, his whole body seemed to be taken away by something, and he looked very weak.

He smiled wryly, "Why did Zishun invite your younger brother? The doctor has already seen it. It's not a serious illness—"

After finishing speaking, he said to Wei Ci and Feng Zhen, "Forgive Shen Ke, who is sick and sick, it is difficult to greet you two, please feel free."

Wei Xing said, "Zixiao Qihuang's skill is good, no matter what, let him see it. If there is nothing wrong, Xing can feel at ease."

Nie Liang couldn't hold back his best friend, so he could only smile apologetically at Wei Ci, "Please, Zixiao, make this trip."

Wei Ci nodded and nodded, lifted the quilt and asked Nie Liang to stretch out a hand to feel his pulse carefully.

Nie Liang was seriously ill, his pulse condition was much weaker than ordinary people, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes appearing and disappearing.

"This pulse—" Wei Ci paused, and then asked Wei Ying, "What did the other doctors say?"

"They only said it was a common wind-cold, and prescribed several prescriptions, but Guangshan's wind-cold didn't get better."

Wei Wei frowned, and finally revealed the fact that Nie Liang had secretly poured out the medicine.

Nie Liang who was lying on the bed turned his face secretly, he felt ashamed——

"The day before yesterday, the doctor prescribed another dose of medicine for Guangshan, and he drank it for my brother, but after taking it for a long time, Guangshan's condition deteriorated sharply. I checked the prescription and the decocted medicine dregs, and it was all for wind and cold. The doctor took turns to diagnose and treat, and the caliber was too uniform. I was suspicious of my brother, and I was afraid that I would startle the snake, so I had to ask Zixiao to take the pulse and see what was going on."

Wei Ci said, "So, Mr. Nie has also noticed it."

"what for?"

"He was poisoned. Although the poison is weak, taking the poisoned thing for a long time will inevitably cause the poison to accumulate in the body and make him weak." Wei Ci said, "The doctor prescribed the medicine for treating wind and cold. It must be useless, and drinking it is harmful and useless.”

Nie Liang wasn't Fenghan at all, he was poisoned.

A flash of astonishment flashed in Nie Liang's eyes, and Wei Ying clenched his sleeves even more out of composure.

"Poisoning?"

"Ci still needs to look at the prescriptions prescribed by other doctors. Ci is not sure what went wrong." After Wei Ci finished speaking, he added, "Brother, please pay attention to the doctor who came with you, it's that simple. Doctors with qualified medical skills can tell the pulse. They all said that Mr. Nie had a cold, which is unreasonable—"

Wei Wei endured it, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his anger, and got up to get the prescription prescribed by the doctor.

"I didn't expect Zishun to find you—"

While Wei Ying was leaving, Nie Liang smiled softly, a little smile appeared on his sickly face.

"Mr. Liang has a high moral character, and Liang admires him very much."

If Wei Ci wanted him to die, all he had to do was conceal the pulse of his condition, and Wei Qi couldn't say anything.

Wei Ci lowered his eyelids, and said indifferently, "Ci just thinks that it is far better for Mr. to be alive than to be dead."