The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 29 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (29)

The entrance of Renhe Medical Hall.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, looked up at the door plaque. On the black door plaque were written the four golden characters of Renhe Medical Center. She was sure that this was the largest medical center in Jiangzhen they were looking for.

"Jian Anning, the hospital is here, let's go in."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua faction, turned around and said to Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader who had been following her.

"Okay, sister Ye."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, also replied, her voice was hoarse, her face was pale and flushed, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, she looked abnormal.

"Jian Anning, are you okay, let's go in quickly and let the doctor take a look."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, saw Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts group, getting worse and worse, so she eagerly took Jian Anning's hand and walked to the Renhe Medical Center.

Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua sect, held the left hand of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, with her right hand. She only felt that Jian Anning's palm was very hot, and it seemed that it must be burned. Renhe Medical Center.

But who would have thought that Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, had just stepped into the Renhe Medical Hall, and before she had walked a few steps, she passed out due to excessive fever and lack of energy.

"An Ning? Are you okay?"

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, showed a worried look on her face, and she hurriedly asked the people from the Renhe Medical Center to call the doctor.

It stands to reason that when a patient goes to a hospital to see a doctor, there must always be a first-come, first-served patient.

But Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, has fainted due to prolonged fever and exhaustion, and the situation is critical.

As the so-called benevolence of doctors, the doctor of Renhe Medical Center heard his subordinates report that a patient fainted at the door of Renhe Medical Center, he quickly ordered two people to carry the patient into the medical hall.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was lying in the innermost room of the Renhe Medical Hall, which was a special room for the doctor to see the patient's pulse.

"Mr. Jiang, how is Jian Anning? Is there nothing serious?"

Ye Qingling, the female head of Feihua School, asked with a concerned face.

"it's okay no problem."

Jiang Lang's surname is Jiang, and his full name is Jiang Zhewen. He was born in Jiangzhen. Half of the population in Jiangzhen has the surname Jiang, and he is no exception.

"This girl just had an occasional cold. Because she had a high fever for too long, according to her pulse, she was already weak, so she fainted."

After Jiang Langzhong took the pulse of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, he said to Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua faction.

"That's it, it's good that it's okay. I was frightened just now, and I'm afraid that something will happen to her."

Hearing that Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, is fine, Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua sect, finally felt relieved.

"Just follow the prescription prescribed by the old man and take the guaranteed medicine for three days until the illness is cured."

Jiang Langzhong started to write the prescription as he spoke, and within a short while, the prescription was finished.

After he wrote the prescription, he handed it to Ye Qingling, the female head of Feihua School.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua Sect, took the prescription. She followed the prescription and went to the pharmacy of Renhe Medical Hall to get the medicine. The medicine was quickly ready, and it took three days.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, got rid of the people from the Renhe Medical Center, and helped Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, to make a medicine to reduce the fever.

……

In a room dedicated to patients in the Renhe Medical Center, Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was lying on a single bed, and Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua School, was sitting on a chair in the room.

In half an hour, the people from Renhe Medical Center helped to decoct the medicine and delivered it to the room.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, moved the chair to the side of the hospital bed, and she began to pick up the bowl containing the medicine, and fed the medicine to Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, spoon by spoon.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, squeezed the mouth of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, and poured medicine into her mouth spoon by spoon.

Since Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was in a coma, the medicine was not easy to feed, and a lot of medicine was spilled, but at least half of the medicine soup was poured into her mouth and swallowed.

After feeding the medicine.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua Sect, stood by the hospital bed for two hours. After two hours, Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, woke up from unconsciousness.

"An Ning, you're awake."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, saw Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, wake up and opened her eyes with joy on her face.

"Well, I'm awake." Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was lying on the hospital bed, she tilted her head and said weakly.

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, came to the hospital bed again. She reached out and touched the forehead of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader. She felt that Jian Anning's fever seemed to have subsided.

"Jian Anning, since you've woken up, let's go back to the inn."

"The medicine is ready, the doctor said, as long as you take the medicine on time, three times a day, in less than three days, the medicine is guaranteed to cure the disease."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua sect, was about to reach out to help Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, get up from the hospital bed and leave the hospital.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, is a little confused about the situation. She has just woken up from a coma, and her fever has just subsided. dizzy.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts lord, recalled it for a long time before she roughly figured out what happened——

She fainted at the entrance of the Renhe Medical Center. Now the doctor should have seen her and got the medicine. It's time to go back to the inn.

"Sister Ye, I still feel a little uncomfortable, can you let me rest in the medical hall for a while before leaving?"

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, made an excuse. She hasn't bought Mongolian sweat medicine from the doctor in the clinic yet, so she can't just go back like this.

"An Ning, since you're not feeling well, let's rest for a while, I'll accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qingling, the female head of the Flying Flower School, returned to the chair. She sat beside the hospital bed and watched over it.

"Well, sister Ye, what time is it now?"

"It's already noon, why, don't worry, you can rest here until the sun goes down, and we will go back."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua faction, thought that Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was worried about time, so she comforted her.

"Sister Ye, look, it should be time for dinner now."

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning, and now I don't eat lunch. My stomach is so hungry."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, made it clear what she meant.

"An Ning, are you hungry? My sister was negligent. What do you want to eat? My sister will buy it for you."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, made it clear that Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua faction, understood that Jian Anning was hungry.

(End of this chapter)