Chapter 543: Let me treat you

This is what he said, Miss Jun immediately understood.
The emotions of adults can still be controlled, and children are hard to pretend to be nothing, after all, they are fathers and daughters.
"He looks very good." She smiled and reached for a stroke. "It's so tall, a bit thin, but very strong, walking likes to wander."
As she said, she took a few steps to learn Master and stood in front of Zhao Hanqing.
Zhao Hanqing had a serious look. She saw her stepping forward in front of her eyes and some dodging steps. She raised her hand and blocked her face.
"His eyes are the same as your eyes." Miss Jun continued, not retreating because of her evasion, watching her eyes exposed outside.
Zhao Hanqing looked at her.
"He still gives you a portrait," Miss Jun said softly. "Drawing what you have been since childhood."
Zhao Hanqing's eyes are like igniting a flame, suspected of shocking surprises and uneasiness.
"Would you like to take a look?" Miss Jun said softly, fearing that the voice would scare her away, and she would not wait for her to answer and turn around and walk back to the rock to sit down and open the medicine box to take out the handwritten note. "Your mother disagrees." I don't bother you, don't let you see anything else, just look at your portrait, you look like it."
She said to herself, she brushed her hand and turned it all the way to the end.
It was learned that Sosso’s voice was getting closer and there was a shadow cast by him.
Miss Jun did not look up and handed the portrait of a four-and-five-year-old paper.
"This is when you were a child," she asked.
"This is not me." Zhao Hanqing said, people will be back.
Miss Jun has grabbed her arm and looked up at her.
"This is you," she said, turning her hand again and turning to the last portrait of fourteen and five years old. "This is you."
Zhao Hanqing’s look became excited.
"How is this? I am so ugly." She shouted, pointing at the portrait on the handcuffs. "She is so beautiful, I am so ugly, I am so ugly."
Miss Jun holds her arm.
"You are not ugly, you are sick because of your illness. That's how it is." She said in a deep voice, "Your painting is what you are curing."
Zhao Hanqing looked at her and looked at the portrait again, her chest was violently undulating, and her body kept shaking.
"You are just leaving to treat you. He has gone a lot of places, just to find medicine for you." Miss Jun continued, holding her arm firmly.
Zhao Hanqing looked at the portrait for a moment and turned to Miss Jun.
"What about him? Why not come back?" she asked, although it was questioning, but her eyes were hopeless.
Because he is dead, Miss Jun is sore.
"Because there is still a drug that I haven't found," she said earnestly. "But I have found the prescription. I will treat you first. When you come back and get the last medicine, your illness will be completely cured."
Zhao Hanqing will look at her suspiciously.
"You should also know that you are very good." Miss Jun said to her.
Zhao Hanqing is eye-catching.
How powerful the man is, everyone here knows that his story is told every day, and even a few years old can be backed up.
"He is very powerful, very powerful." Miss Jun’s voice continued to ring in her ears. "Since he painted you so beautifully, you will be able to become so beautiful. You don't believe me. Don't you believe him? You let me see you."
After she finished this sentence, the two fell silent.
The silence was short-lived, and the next moment, Zhao Hanqing reached out and pulled off the cover.
"I don't believe him," she said, looking at Miss Jun. "I believe in you."
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The night was deep, the lights in the room were still bright, and a soft bang came from the other side.
Miss Jun turned her head and saw that Liu, who was sleeping outside, swept the pillow down.
Miss Jun smiled and got up and walked over to give her a good time. Liu did not wake up, and a few words of dreams turned over and wrapped around the quilt.
Miss Jun re-scheduled to a few cases before she licked her eyes.
She finally understood the words written in the master's handwritten book, and even felt that some messy illnesses meant something. More or less involved Zhao Huaqing's chrysanthemum sore.
The name chrysanthemum sore is also mentioned in the handsheet.
When you are born, it is not obvious. As you grow older, for a girl, growing on the face is equivalent to ruining the life, not to mention, it will worsen, maybe when Take away his life.
For Master, a smart and proud person, this disease appears on his daughter, and he can't cure it. It is indeed a big blow.
So I left home, can't find a cure, never return?
Miss Jun sighed.
There is no doubt that Ziying Xianzhu is for the illness of Zhao Hanqing, but one strain of two strains is obviously not enough.
Master is not enough, she is not enough now.
Moreover, it is not only cured by Ziyingxianzhu. Miss Jun licked her face and slowly thought about it. Since Master has started looking for medicine, there must be a way, the messy information in this handwritten note. After a good study, you can definitely find the prescription.
The lights in the house were extinguished one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell into silence.
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"How did you make a foot for the iron foot?"
When she heard the sound, Miss Jun looked up and looked at the girl who was lying on the tree.

It’s very troublesome and very simple.
She laughed and carefully dug out a herb.
The yak tendons do the feet and hit the iron to make the skeleton.

With a bang, Zhao Hanqing jumped from the tree.
When she first saw it, Miss Jun was shocked. But she saw that she was used to it every day. The girl ran on the mountain and jumped between the treetops.
Xia Yong’s wife said that because of the sore on her face, both mother and daughter have been living in the mountains. Zhao Hanqing does not interact with the villagers. She has been playing alone in the mountains since she was a child. She has been hunting with Yang Jing and teaching some skills. .
It’s not difficult to climb a tree for someone who enjoys the mountain.
"Does these teach him?" asked Zhao Hanqing.
"Yeah." Miss Jun nodded and smiled. "He taught me more than that. Many of them didn't pay attention at the time. Later I learned how important it is."
Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hand.
"He likes you very much," she said. "You look so good."
Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.
"First of all, he didn't like me very much," she said. "Moreover, he didn't leave you because he didn't look good. Finally, you are not ugly, you are just sick, he likes you to leave you."
Zhao Hanqing looked up at her and quickly looked at her.
"I didn't like you, why would you teach me so much?" she asked.
Miss Jun blinked.
"Because I am pestering him, he can't help it," she said, laughing again. "Actually, he hates me."
Zhao Hanqing rarely dealt with people, and he felt that he could not understand it.
Like to leave, hate to stay with you?
"Don't think so much, let's work." Miss Jun patted her shoulder. "You can help too."
"I? What can I help?" Zhao Hanqing said, "I will not take medicine to cure the disease."
Miss Jun took her shoulder and pointed at a tree.
"Do you see a fall in the tree?" she said.
In the late autumn, the mountains and forests are full of colorful and dazzling, and the morning light is dazzling.
Miss Jun’s voice fell, Zhao Hanqing had nodded.
"You will go to the tree and help me catch five..." Miss Jun said.
When she hadn't finished talking, she saw Zhao Hanqing picking up a hand from her waist, accompanied by a rush of humming, and Qiu Yu fell from the tree.
Miss Jun is amazed.
"You don't have to go to the tree, so you can." Zhao Hanqing said.
Miss Jun looked back at her and looked at her.
"You are amazing," she said with amazement.

Well, it’s slow, let’s add more.