Chapter 212: Cure

An Rushuang hasn't slept like this for a long time, even she thought she was used to the hard felt in the green space, but at this time woke up in the soft bed.
, But it seemed to make her whole life, comfortable, almost do not want to get up.
"Ruby ..."
She groaned loudly, but remembered that Ruby was not here and laughed at herself.
But suddenly there was a response from outside, a little girl in a red dress walked in and said fragilely: "Hongyu has seen the girl!"
An Rushuang froze slightly and asked, "What's your name?"
The girl's smart eyes looked at her and smiled: "The master and the son explained, the girl likes what slaves are called, slaves are called!"
Only then did she hear the future lady scream a red rain, and then hurried out.
After all, Dame's position is what everyone wants, and she must have something in front of everyone.
An Rushuang's heart was slightly uncomfortable. The girl's eyes were too alive. She shook her head slightly and said, "What was your name before?"
The girl who claimed to be Hongyu gritted her teeth and said, "Slave's cheap name is Cuihuan."
An Rushuang sighed in his heart: "Then you call Cuihuan, the name of ruby ​​is not suitable for you."
The little girl looked a little ugly, she bowed her head and said, "Yes."
Although this green ring looks too active at first glance, it works very well and combs hair quickly and well.
"How is the old lady today?"
An Rushuang took a look at the bracelet on her hand, and she had already given the old lady medicine yesterday, because her body had been so bad that she could only try to use the smallest dose, but wanted to come
It should be effective.
Cuihuan stunned and said, "It's still like that, I haven't heard anything today."
With that said, he took over another set of clothes, a delicate moon-white dress, and An Rushuang saw the clothes and frowned slightly, saying, "What about my clothes?"
Cuihuan quickly said: "Girls rest assured that this outfit was made for you last night, not by someone else!"
She thought An Rushuang didn't like wearing other people's clothes.
An Rushuang looked at the meticulous work clothes, but she was even more puzzled. Why did Zhang Liang put so much effort into herself? !!
How to say it, she just had a contract with him to play a show in front of the old lady.
"I don't like it, what about my clothes?"
When Cuihuan saw her angry face, she cried, "Master ... the master thought that clothes were too ugly, so he lost ..."
This Zhang Liang!
An Rushuang gritted his teeth and stomped, "Give me black clothes!"
She hates this color.
Actually, she also started to hate black.
The Cuihuan wanted to say something, but when she saw her face, she had to quit.
Soon, the door was opened. An Rushuang turned his head, but did not see Cuihuan. The person who came in was tall, a moon-white gown, like a polite and handsome boy, and it was Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang smiled and looked at An Rushuang, and then looked at the long skirt that was thrown aside. It was a pity: "Don't like it? I thought girls liked this color."
An Rushuang scorned playing tricks with him, only coldly: "I'm a doctor, there will always be blood on my body, don't take what you think you are and use it on me."
She stood up suddenly: "It's just a waste of effort."
This Zhang Liang didn't know what idea he was working on, but it was better to judge all his thoughts in advance.
Zhang Liang was stunned by her. Although her smile was converged, her look was mild, and she was indeed Zhang Dashan.
After a while, Cuihuan also took out a piece of black clothes. The clothes were separated from top to bottom, and there were spacious song pants underneath, a short shirt on the top, and an outer shirt on the top.
The head of the crane is embroidered, but it looks elegant, but it is very unfavorable.
But at this time, there was nothing to choose from. An Rushuang looked at the spotless moon-white dress and turned to look at the black clothes in Cuihuan's hands, and nodded, "I still look comfortable in this clothes.
. "
When she walked slowly out of the house in this black coat, Zhang Liang looked at it and had to sigh in her heart.
The clothes really suit her.
Her temperament was cold, like snow, and the dark silk cloth could better complement her temperament, and she looked like a beautiful and sharp sword!
Just then, a sudden shout came!
"Master! Master! Old lady is not good!"
An Rushuang took a closer look. The woman who hurried over was Donglian whom she saw at the door of the old lady yesterday.
Zhang Liang tightened his face and asked loudly, "What happened to grandma?"
Donglian was already sweating when she ran to this place, and she panted breathlessly: "Old lady, old lady is convulsing now ... Master, please go and see ..."
She couldn't help panic. Although Zhang Liang didn't let people bring up the "condemnation" in the house, everyone seemed to be in a horizontal position.
Be affected.
Zhang Liang quickly went outside, and An Rushuang also followed in a big stride. As she thought, it really worked today.
But the most tense thing now is that this old lady is not physically fit, and I wonder if she can bear it.
She thought about it, and her face was slightly somber.
Before entering the door, the two were in a stagnant shape at the door, and the old lady's room was filled with an indescribable taste.
The heavy agarwood aroma did not cover the smell, as if it was rancid, but this rancid was mixed with a disgusting fishy smell.
An Rushuang frowned, stretched out her hand, took a face towel in her arms, and put on special gloves—it was already her must-have.
Seeing her so, Zhang Liang tore a piece of clothes and tied it to the nose, before they entered the room.
As the old lady approached the bed, the taste was a little bigger, and the almost suffocating smell filled the small space.
The old lady on the bed, lying on the side of the bed, trembling, and twitched from time to time, her eyes were whiter than black, as if she was about to lose her breath immediately.
I saw the two, as if trying to say something, but spit out while holding the spittoon beside.
On the bed was a bamboo-green spittoon with a round belly and a wide mouth.
And the rancid and fishy smell came from the spittoon.
Zhang Liang frowned and tried to go to the bed, but An Rushuang grabbed his arm directly, slowly shook his head and said, "Don't go."
Zhang Liang glared at her, An Rushuang couldn't help sighing, thinking that this person looked calm, but panicked at the most calm time.
She pointed at the thing splashing out of the spittoon and said coldly, "Look, what's that?"