Chapter 962 Chapter 962

At the same time, Patriarch He, who came to the City Lord's Mansion early to wait, did not dare to disturb him, and could only wait outside for him to wake up. ? ? Bayi Chinese? Chinese? w=w≤w≈. 81zw. com

It wasn't until another half an hour later that Feng Jiu woke up and remembered that he was going to the He family to help the young master of the He family today, so he got up to wash up. After a while, he went out of the yard and called for Duan Ye, and ordered someone to bring some breakfast. Come here, eat and wait for a long night.

After another half an hour, the two people after eating walked forward, and when they came to the front yard, they saw Patriarch He hurriedly greeted them.

"Ghost doctor."

"Sorry for getting up late." She said apologetically.

"No, no, it's me who came early." Patriarch He said hurriedly, looking at the red-clothed boy in front of him, and respectfully said: "Ghost doctor, the carriage is ready, this ghost doctor and Duke Duan get on the carriage! "

"Yeah." Feng Jiu nodded and walked out with him.

The two got into a luxurious carriage, and the head of the He family rode a horse to lead the way. Some people who didn't know were a little surprised when they saw this scene, and they secretly inquired about it.

About half an hour later, when he arrived at the He Mansion, Mrs. He led people to wait outside the door early. When she saw them coming, she hurriedly greeted them. After saluting, she invited them in.

"Ghost doctor, this is my Hong'er's yard, because his legs and feet are inconvenient and he can't get out of bed, so he couldn't come out to greet him. Please ask the ghost doctor not to take offense." The head of the He family said.

"No." Feng Jiu shook her head slightly and stepped inside.

As soon as she entered, the smell of medicine swept into her nostrils, and the whole air was filled with a breath of death, and she didn't even need to look at her to know that this person was dying of illness.

"Open the windows and doors to ventilate." She motioned.

Hearing this, Mrs. He hurriedly asked people to open the doors and windows, and then came to the bedside with Feng Jiu: "Hong'er, this is the ghost doctor Feng Gongzi, see Feng Gongzi soon."

"I've seen Young Master Feng, but I couldn't get out of bed to greet him, so please don't blame Young Master Feng."

Feng Jiu's eyes fell on the man lying on the bed. The man was about twenty-five years old. His face was thin and pale, and his speech was vigorous and weak. The opposite of his pale complexion was his lips, which were red and flaming.

Seeing this, she nodded slightly: "Let me take a look at your legs!"

Hearing this, the head of the He family stepped forward and lifted the quilt on his son's body. The person under the quilt was wearing only a pair of short trousers, his legs were frighteningly swollen, and his skin was black and red.

Seeing this scene, Feng Jiu frowned slightly, stepped forward and reached out to check the temperature of his legs, sure enough, it was as hot as fire when touched. She frowned and looked at his legs, pondered for a moment, and said, "lift his shirt up."

"Okay." The head of the He family hurriedly responded, lifted his son's shirt, and then looked at Feng Jiu, but did not dare to disturb him, even if he was anxious, he just watched quietly.

Feng Jiu glanced at his abdomen and pressed it again, seeing the man's face showing pain, she withdrew her hand and said, "The fire poison has already attacked, and the fire poison in his internal organs has spread all over him at this time. If there is no treatment in the sky, there is no doubt that he will die."

When Mrs. He heard her legs softened, she cried and begged: "I beg a ghost doctor to save my son, I beg a ghost doctor, I'm just such a son..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine with me." She comforted and said to Patriarch He, "Patriarch He, come out with me! I need some medicine, Patriarch He will help me get it as soon as possible."