"Fang Zilan, stop here..." Awan stood up and chased Fang Zilan to the door, but saw a familiar figure. She couldn't help but weaken her momentum and murmured: "Master..."
The visitor was dressed in a green shirt, and his long hair was loosely tied back with a white jade hairpin. Two strands of hair hung down by his ears, making his facial features more delicate and picturesque, and his whole body exudes a lazy and contented demeanor. , it is Wen Ya.
Fang Zilan glanced at the internal officials following Wen Ya, all of whom were close to Li Shengxuan, and she knew it well and glanced at A Wan.
Awan came to his senses and justified himself by saying, "My master has said that with your physical condition, how can you do it if you don't eat well?"
Seeing this, Wen Ya couldn't help laughing, and he saluted, "Imperial physician Ling Wen Ya has met Mr. Fang."
Fang Zilan stood by the door and said with a cold expression: "Master Wen is here to visit. What do you want to do?"
Wen Ya had a faint smile on his face, "Your Majesty ordered me to take Mr. Fang's pulse. Please cooperate with Mr. Fang."
Fang Zilan was still standing on the same spot, looking at the internal officials behind Wen Ya. Wen Ya understood and turned around and said to them: "Please feel your pulse needs to be calmed. Please wait outside for a moment, sir."
After the internal official nodded, Fang Zilan did not refuse, led Wen Ya and A Wan into the house, and took Deputy General Cao outside.
After locking the door, Awan led Wen Ya to the inner room, lowered her voice and asked, "Master, why are you here?"
There was a smile on Wen Ya's lips, and he glanced meaningfully at Fang Zilan who was following behind them, "Young master, I'm worried. I need to see it in person to feel at ease."
"To put it bluntly, you just can't trust me." A Wan was like a frustrated ball. He threw off Wen Ya's sleeves and rubbed against Fang Zilan. He said angrily: "Master, if you think my medical skills are too crude to be used, you might as well go to the hospital yourself." If you stay here, it’s better for me to go back to the ghost gate and stay there.”
Fang Zilan rubbed Awan's head and said teasingly: "I would like your master to stay here, but it's a pity that I can't."
"Fang Zilan!" A Wan tugged on Fang Zilan's sleeves angrily. She held A Wan's hand soothingly and looked at Wen Ya with a smile. Her voice was a bit colder, "Master Wen is indeed very capable. , I just made a trip to the northern border, and you are already the Imperial Medical Officer, in charge of the entire Imperial Hospital."
At the end, she raised her eyes slightly and said softly: "Congratulations to Mr. Wen."
"Both each other, why does Miss Fang bother me?" Wen Ya smiled innocently, "This trip took me a lot of effort, Miss Fang must think of me."
"You are a popular person in front of His Majesty. It's just a matter of words to persuade His Majesty to ask for my pulse. How dare you let me read it?" Fang Zilan smiled but said, "If you really want someone to read me, you might as well go in front of the Young Master. If you tell me, I think he will remember it."
Wen Ya hurriedly waved his hand, "That's all. How does the young master treat you? Others don't know but you still don't know? I don't think my life is too long."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and extended his hand. Fang Zilan cooperated by lifting his sleeves, raising his arms and exposing his wrists.
Wen Ya caught her pulse and his expression gradually became serious.
After a while, Wen Ya withdrew his hand, and Fang Zilan also lowered his arm and asked nonchalantly.
"Not good." Wen Ya shook his head solemnly, and Fang Zilan said expressionlessly: "You are Awan's master after all. Tell me something I don't know."
Wen Ya let out a long sigh, "You have been suffering from injuries in recent years, coupled with the raging poison in your body, the two parties have stretched your body too much, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover."
Fang Zilan hummed lightly, "What else?"
"If things continue like this, life will soon be over." Wen Ya slowly lowered his head, but Fang Zilan raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Wen Ya, you have changed."
Hearing this, Wen Ya suddenly raised his head, only to see Fang Zilan smiling casually and leisurely, "No matter how messed up I was in the past, even if my life was hanging by a thread, you would never say that my life would be over soon. It seems that it's not you who has changed. If you are weak, Awan will become strong enough to replace you."
Wen Ya was shocked and his expression changed. He looked at A Wan and said solemnly: "What did you say to her?"
It was rare for Awan to see her master's gloomy expression, and she hurriedly waved her hand and said: "It's nothing. I just said that as long as I am here, I will make sure that she can live for one more day. The world is so big, I can definitely find someone who can let her live." Method."
Every time she said something, Wen Ya's face turned paler.
Fang Zilan was right, Awan had become stronger, and he had indeed become weaker.
In the past, he relied on his superb medical skills and played with the world, never taking any difficult and complicated diseases to heart. This is how he taught Awan such a happy-go-lucky and almost conceited temperament.
At that time, he even dared to try the desperate method of planting poison, but now the poison is increasingly out of his control, and the fear of being powerless makes him worry about gains and losses, for fear that one day Fang Zilan will die from the poison, and he is The instigator who cannot escape the blame is even more afraid that Ji Ningtian will be implicated. In that case, he will be the eternal sinner who is unworthy of the Ji family's ancestor.
"Wen Ya, it's true that you brought up the idea of planting voodoo in the first place, but I was the one who was willing to do it, so why should you be uneasy?" Fang Zilan sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed the tea cup to Wen Ya.
Wen Ya hesitated and did not take it, "What you said is somewhat similar to what the young master said."
Fang Zilan raised his eyebrows, Wen Ya looked gloomy and seemed to be worried more than anything. He lowered his eyes and said softly: "The medicine puppet I originally made for you to test the medicine for you is dead."
Fang Zilan looked shocked and blurted out: "When?"
"Three months ago." Wen Ya answered neatly, his tone as light as a goose feather, but it made Fang Zilan breathless.
"How did you die?" Fang Zilan held the tea cup tightly, and the clear tea surface in the cup swayed slightly.
Wen Ya turned his head away from her and whispered: "He lost both his energy and blood, and was tortured to death by poison. Miss Fang..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Awan, "Yaoou will die, but Fang Zilan will not."
Awan's expression was indescribably unswerving, "The medicine doll is inherently weak and cannot be compared with ordinary people. What's more, once the medicine doll is made, it will be a chaotic walking corpse with no will at all. Fang Zilan has been growing up since she was a child. His physical condition is very good, and his willpower is beyond ordinary people, so he will not die easily."
Wen Ya stared at Awan blankly, as if he saw the shadow of himself when he was young, but a little less arrogant and a little more calm.
After a while, Wen Ya bowed to Fang Zilan and said, "Miss Fang is right, Awan is enough to replace me now. From now on, I will entrust Awan to Miss Fang."
