I'm really a witch

Jane's condition is not very good. Although it is not too high to be delirious, this level is dangerous enough in this era. No wonder Mr. Bingley is so nervous.

At this time, Circe could not help but blame Mrs. Bennet a little, which was too insignificant for her own daughter's body.

The doctor invited by Mr. Bingley has already done a simple treatment, and now he is making Jane sweat. If the patient's condition still does not improve, he will start bleeding.He was standing on the edge of the low table in the room at this time, the medical kit was opened and spread out on the table, and the three-edged needle was inserted at the very edge, and it seemed that he was ready.

Even in the past ten years or so, I have seen countless doctors' so-called treatment methods. Leaving aside the rough and violent methods, some of them are even more like witchcraft than serious witchcraft!Why didn't anyone arrest these doctors as wizards?

While slandering, Circe walked to Jane's side.What she brewed was potion, even if the effect was weakened, it was still potion.This means that the potion for treating cold and fever, no matter what degree or form you have, as long as you have a cold and fever, you can cure it after drinking it.But on the surface, she still wanted to pretend to check the situation.

But the doctor quit.He saw a young girl approaching as if she was seeing a doctor, and immediately felt that his authority had been challenged.As Langborn's only doctor, he always puts on an air of arrogance when he sees people.

That is to say, Mr. Bingley and the others seemed to be someone with status in the upper class, so he restrained a lot, but this time he saw a yellow-haired girl coming to join in the fun, so he didn't do it.

"Seeing a doctor is not for everyone." He snorted coldly and mocked in a strange way.

Circe looked down on this incompetent quack doctor at all, and didn't even bother to talk to him. She just reached out to check the temperature of Jane's forehead, put a new towel on her forehead, and tucked her in again.

Circe's ignorance doesn't mean Elizabeth's ignorance. The girl who was already worried about her sister was getting angry, and she opened her mouth and said back: "Isn't it! You still need to have some real skills to see a doctor."

The doctor thought he was echoing him at first, but when he realized something was wrong, Teng blushed, "I can't cure this disease!"

Having said that, he had no intention of packing up and leaving, and waited for someone to keep him with a cold face.He sneered disdainfully in his heart, he is a serious doctor, without him, could this group of people really expect that little girl to treat him?Absurd!

Sure enough, Mr. Bingley became anxious immediately. He had never heard of Circe's decoction, which was passed down by neighbors and folks. At this time, he regarded the doctor as his only hope, and apologized repeatedly: "You must not leave! The two ladies I'm too worried about the patient, so don't take it to heart."

Circe didn't pretend to check the situation at this time, and gave Mr. Bingley a little surprise.She also thought that this person was just infatuated with Jane's appearance for a while. Could it be that this nervous look was sincere?

Elizabeth still wanted to speak, but Circe pulled her away: "Liz, come and help me, Jane will be fine."

"Oh, by the way," she turned her head again when she reached the door, "please give me half an hour, and you will know if I can cure the disease." She pursed her lips, with a sly smile in her eyes.Darcy noticed that her eyes had turned a beautiful gray-blue.

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"Why didn't you let me tell you!" Elizabeth was still dissatisfied when she was taken to the kitchen by Cecilia, "That man is really annoying, just as annoying as that Mr. Darcy." She lowered her voice in the last sentence, after all, she still had scruples about him on the site.

Circe kept washing and cutting the pieces with his hands, and the pot was boiling with water.

"You want to cook it on the spot?" Elizabeth looked curiously, "I haven't seen it yet!"

"Just don't think it smells bad." Circe glanced at her with a smile, her hands still moving in an orderly manner.In her field of expertise, she has always appeared confident and unhurried.

Sure enough, Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore after standing for a long time.She waved her hands repeatedly and backed out: "Forget it, I'll go and see Jane." After finishing speaking, she ran away in a hurry.

Circe let out a sigh of relief, just right.With her staring at him, he had to cast magic on those strange materials to confuse his eyes, and at the same time prevent her from seeing any clues.Elizabeth is a smart and sensitive girl, she can be very nervous.

To be honest, the smell of the potion was a bit unbearable for Circe, who had been in contact with her for a long time.Taking advantage of the time when the ingredients for the first taste had just been added and the next taste was not in a hurry, she couldn't hold back and waved a magic to isolate the smell, otherwise the whole of Netherfield would not be able to stop people in a while.

Cooking a pot of potion mainly depends on the fine magic power guidance, and the size of the firepower is not so important to Circe's level.

When the color of the liquid in the pot turned beige, Circe bowled it up and carried it upstairs, exactly half an hour.

Speaking of color, the potion itself actually has a variety of colors. This kind of potion for treating colds should have been a beautiful pale gold.But that would be too conspicuous, basically put the label of "I have a problem and I am not normal".Therefore, Circe would often add some auxiliary materials that would not change the efficacy of the potion, and adjust the pot to a relatively normal color.

Elizabeth is very familiar with Circe's finished potion. She has drunk it herself. The taste is really strange, bitter and astringent. When she drank it for the first time, she almost spit it out.It is impossible to get used to this taste.

Sure enough, as soon as she smelled the familiar smell, Jian Jian opened her eyes, and Elizabeth quickly helped her sister up to do the job.

Even if she is sick, she can't hide Jane's beauty. It's better to say that being sick gives her a weaker sense of beauty, and looking at it can easily arouse people's desire for protection.

At this time, the sick beauty smiled softly, reached out to take the bowl that Circe was holding, and drank it in small sips.

Circe quickly handed over another small bowl, which contained some translucent liquid: "It's boiled with licorice, let's drink it up." She pursed her lips with a sweet smile.

Jane couldn't help rubbing the top of the little girl's hair: "My dear, you are so considerate."

Circe has never been able to resist this kind of gentle person. She has slightly messy hair, her face is flushed, but her eyes are bright: "I'm worried about you too." When this girl is shy, she speaks very softly, like It's a milk cat meowing at people.

Indoors, her eyes were still gray-blue, but the blue in the pupils seemed to melt and was about to flow out, shimmering faintly.

Darcy was standing directly opposite her, condescendingly looking down, his heart felt numb as if he had been hit by something.