"Do you think you know me very well? Do you think you know what I've been through? Do you think you are strong? You still want to buy information from me!"
Wow——
The cup was swept to the ground by Mr. Que and fell into pieces.
Feng Yuan outside the door couldn't hear the voices, but heard the sound of cups breaking.
Is that crazy woman angry again?
"Master Jin! Is something wrong? I'm right outside!" Feng Yuan's anxious voice came in.
Master Que's chest rose and fell, and he stared at Wen Jin with red eyes, like a she-bear that had lost her cubs.
"It's okay, don't worry." Wen Jin said in a loud voice.
"Ha! It's not about men! You rely on your youth and beauty to seduce men. It's useless! Despicable!" Mr. Que looked at Wen Jin mockingly.
Wen Jin was not as irritated as she imagined and retorted.
Wen Jin was very calm, even gentle, "You must know that I am a doctor. Doctors treat diseases and also treat the heart. Because some diseases come from the heart."
"You're the one who's sick!" Mr. Que frowned.
She has always provoked and attacked unilaterally.
Wen Jin just sat there and didn't move, talking and laughing.
But Mr. Que couldn't help but put up a defensive attitude all over his body.
Wen Jin smiled and lowered his eyes, and took out a small wooden box from his sleeve pocket... The sleeve pocket was just a cover, she took it out from the spiritual spring space.
As soon as I took it out, this thing still had a strong spiritual energy, which immediately attracted Master Que's attention.
"This is……"
"I checked and found that you have dysmenorrhea, and it's very severe. Have you painted on the wall next to the bed where you are lying?" Wen Jin said.
Master Que was stunned for a moment, and she immediately put her hands behind her back. She suspected that Wen Jin had seen something between her nails.
Are the doctors’ eyes so sharp?
Or is this Wen Jin's insight too terrifying?
"This is Wuji Baifeng Pill, which can regulate menstruation and relieve pain. It will be of great benefit to you." Wen Jin said, "But your dysmenorrhea is more from a psychological level."
Wen Jin paused slightly.
Talking too much when meeting for the first time can be self-defeating.
She was observing Master Que's reaction.
She found that although Master Que was guarded, there was also curiosity and struggle in her eyes.
This shows that Que Ye wants to climb out of his predicament, transcend his inner fear, and truly gain a new life.
After confirming this, Wen Jincai continued, "Your pain comes from your not accepting that you are a woman.
"You subconsciously look down on women and think women are weak and incompetent. Men are strong.
"You give yourself the title of 'Master Que', which represents a man, and you do more powerful things than many men, but you can't change your body, which causes menstrual pain every month.
"So, whenever this happens, you feel particularly painful. You are trapped in the grind of past encounters, as if the man you have defeated has become invincible again..."
Wen Jin stopped talking.
Because Master Que's face was too ugly.
Que Ye was trying her best to restrain herself, but she was still trembling all over.
The hidden blade slipped from her sleeve into her hand, and she pushed it back... then slipped out, and then pushed it back...
Master Que has already investigated and found out that Wen Jin has no internal strength and does not know martial arts.
She wanted to take Wen Jin's life, and with the current distance between the two of them - it was like picking something out of a bag!
If she wanted to kill Wen Jin, Wen Jin would have died more than a dozen times!
Such a young and weak woman with no internal strength at all, not even kung fu - why could she sit in front of him so calmly and calmly?
How could she speak loudly and not be afraid at all?
Apart from her beauty and her status as the pregnant princess, what else could she rely on? How dare she be so arrogant? !
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mr. Que's figure swayed.
The sharp and cold blade was close to Wen Jin's throat.
"I haven't lived enough yet," Wen Jin smiled, "What about you?"
Master Que suddenly felt a stinging pain behind his ears.
She raised her hand to touch it.
"Don't move. If the needle sticks another inch, you won't be able to survive. Do you want to try?" Wen Jin said warmly.
"You..." Master Que really didn't expect that this thin and weak woman could actually have such abilities!
It seems Quelou still doesn't know her well enough.
There was an undercurrent in Master Que's eyes.
"You said you have medical skills and can heal the heart." Mr. Que said slowly and hesitantly, "Then you... can you heal me?"
Wen Jin smiled slightly, "Don't mind, Mr. Que, I don't want to hurt you, I'm just protecting myself."
Master Que put the dagger attached to Wen Jin's neck into his sleeve.
Wen Jin also slowly took out the silver needle.
"Hiss..." Mr. Que felt weak and his whole body felt weak and painful.
"We could have gotten to know each other slowly and waited until we established trust before saying such heartfelt words." Wen Jin said, "But I was pressed for time, so I just took the 'heavy medicine'."
Mr. Que looked her up and down, "You think that's called heavy medicine?"
That was obviously the knife that pierced her heart!
"For physical illness, you can take medicine. For psychological pain, all the doctor can do is to stand with you and help you realize what you are not aware of - the things that bind you." Wen Jin's voice was gentle, even if Even the knife on her neck just now didn't make her panic.
Master Que discovered that...the little woman in front of him had an invisible powerful force.
Maybe...she can really help herself out of this predicament? Out of the pain that was drowning her?
"How can I trust you?" Master Que asked.
"Do you believe in yourself?" Wen Jin asked, "Ask your heart and how you feel. If your heart tells you that you can try, then why not?
"You take the medicine first. This medicine is what I give you. If you think the medicine is good, tell me the answer I want next time we meet."
Master Que was stunned.
For the first time in the years since she had been in charge of the Que Tower, she felt like being treated as a guest.
The woman in front of me seemed to have taken control of the situation from the moment she walked in the door.
Buying news, negotiating, advancing or retreating, all are controlled by her.
"Wen Jin!" Master Que suddenly called her name.
Wen Jin had already walked to the door, looking back and smiling softly.
"You haven't answered my question yet! I'm not exchanging your medicine for the answer, I'm exchanging my question!"
Mr. Que wants to take back the initiative.
Wen Jin smiled and said, "When you understand your predicament and get out of your nightmare, you won't ask me again."
Master Que was shocked and sat there with a pale face.
nightmare! she knows! How could she know?
Wen Jin has left Quelou.
But Mr. Que sat there, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.
Her mouth and tongue were dry, and her throat seemed to be pinched...
She thought she was hiding it well! No one knows her secret...
Master Que's eyes fell on the small wooden box left by Wen Jin. The wooden box had beautiful texture and the wood was as delicate as jade.
She prided herself on being well-informed, but she couldn't recognize what kind of rare wood it was.
"What a good thing..." Mr. Que turned the wooden box over and over and couldn't put it down.
She slowly opened the wooden box and said, "My dear mother..."
Do you still need to find someone to test the medicine? Based on her knowledge, she could tell at a glance that this was good stuff, a big pill like black sesame ball, with a medicinal aroma mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
There is also the aura of heaven and earth that martial arts practitioners feel intuitively...
"Such a precious thing, she just gave it away when she asked?" Master Que became more and more confused about Wen Jin, "Everything Que Lou asked about her, is it all fucking nonsense?"
…
In the carriage.
Fengyuan looked at Wen Jin nervously, "Did you ask? What price did she offer?"
"It's not expensive, she needs some time." Wen Jin said calmly.
Fengyuan nodded, "What about sending Mr. Jin back to the palace?"
"Can you do me another favor? The price is whatever you want." Wen Jin looked at him with a smile.
Fengyuan suddenly felt...he, a young man from a good family, might have been deceived into some pirate ship, right?
