Ji Yunyao's words were very inflammatory, pushing Ji Wanrong into a dilemma.
The key is that everyone thinks it makes sense.
They couldn't help but guess Ji Wanrong's motives.
If she doesn't know how to treat illnesses, she will be just like Ji Yunyao.
If you don't know how to treat a disease, you still try to show off and delay treatment by getting in close contact with someone.
Even because of the evil spirit in his body, which affected the patient, it was precisely because of this that Ji Yunyao was unable to cure the patient.
Her sin is great.
But if she knew how to treat the patient, she would just watch the patient struggle in pain in front of her without rescuing her, just to make her sister look embarrassed.
Then her sin is even greater.
He is worthy of being a disaster star and a born bad seed.
Everyone had thousands of thoughts in their hearts. They looked at Ji Wanrong and murmured insults to her.
Ji Wanrong stood there, his face still calm and calm: "I stood still because I have been cured."
Everyone turned their heads and looked unconvinced, but heard Ji Wanrong continue calmly.
"He is not possessed by a ghost, but suffers from a disease called epilepsy, commonly known as epilepsy. It is recorded in medical books, but it is rare in daily life. This little guy feels that his whole body is twitching and his voice sounds like a sheep. , it’s a ghost.”
Everyone was surprised, Ji Yunyao looked at her in disbelief.
Ji Yunyao had climbed up at this moment and returned to his gentle and polite appearance. His words were very inflammatory: "What you call curing is to make him continue to be crazy? Ji Wanrong, don't pretend to be too similar and deceive yourself." .”
Ji Wanrong shrugged: "For patients with epilepsy, there is no way to stop the onset of epilepsy. We can only treat epilepsy patients after the attack is over."
"When he got sick, I removed the foreign objects in his mouth and put a handkerchief on it to prevent him from biting his tongue. This was the only solution."
"I originally thought that Yun Yao, my lucky sister, would have better solutions by saying so arrogantly that she had studied medicine, so I wanted to observe and learn..."
Ji Wanrong paused and looked straight at Ji Yunyao with sharp eyes: "I didn't expect that Ji Yunyao's method is to blame his own sister for the incurable disease!"
When she said this, everyone's eyes were focused on Ji Yunyao. There were many people who escaped from the third floor among them, and their eyes were full of contempt and disgust when they looked at Ji Yunyao.
It's not like seeing her before, it's like seeing a miracle, her face is full of worship.
Ji Yunyao's face turned paler.
"I... I didn't expect that the young master in front of me is suffering from epilepsy... It's not a ghost. I don't mean to blame your sister, but it's because of your evil star status..."
Her eyes were innocent and her words were gentle. She seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but she still mentioned the name of Ji Wanrong's Disaster Star without any trace.
"Okay, okay, stop it! If you don't know how to heal, just say it, what kind of lucky star and disaster star? I saved him, but you didn't save him, and you still wrongly accuse people at will. You think you are the disaster star!"
Ji Wanrong did not accept this trick. She promptly interrupted Ji Yunyao's brainwashing of everyone.
As he spoke, Ji Wanrong kept observing the handsome young man with his peripheral vision. Seeing that the spasms all over his body had eased, he knew that his illness was about to end.
So she no longer paid attention to Ji Yunyao, but squatted down and carefully observed the young master's situation.
At this moment, Mr. Zhao's eyes were focused and his spasming muscles could be controlled. So Ji Wanrong took out the handkerchief from his mouth, cleaned the foreign objects in his mouth and nose again, and finally helped him up.
"How do you feel now?"
"Fairy...Fairy...am I dead? You...you are really beautiful..."
Mr. Zhao is about the same age as Ji Wanrong. Looking at his clothes, you can tell that he has strong financial resources, handsome features, and looks like a modest gentleman.
But the first thing he said when he opened his eyes was that he was a nymphomaniac.
The boy beside him covered his face, he felt a little embarrassed.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched: "I am not a fairy, I just happened to see you getting sick, so I saved you. Is this your first time getting sick? Have any relatives had this symptom?"
There are many causes of epileptic seizures, and Ji Wanrong suspected that it was a family inheritance.
Mr. Zhao was slightly startled, "This is my first time to have the disease. I have never had it before, and my family has never been like this before. What kind of disease do I have? I can't even control my body."
Ji Wanrong was a little surprised when he heard this, but he patiently explained to him, and he lay down next to Ji Wanrong, listening patiently and carefully, asking a few questions from time to time, without saying anything about getting up.
Ji Wanrong saw that he was very convinced of his medical skills, so he summoned the drugs for treating epilepsy from space: carbamazepine tablets and valproic acid, and carefully introduced the dosage to him.
"Drugs can control the number of times you get sick. Your condition still needs detailed examination. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."
After Ji Wanrong said this, he handed the pills in his hand to Mr. Zhao in front of him.
Before Mr. Zhao took it, he heard the voice of Princess Chuyang. She looked at Ji Wanrong with raised eyebrows, her face full of suspicion.
"What you are saying now is only one side of your story, and no one can prove it. What if it is all false and eats people to death?"
As soon as Princess Chuyang finished speaking, she saw a figure slowly coming down from the attic of Miaoshou Hall.
"The girl's treatment methods are really superb. I can see that you have superb medical skills. Master Miaoshou Hall would like to ask for advice on medical skills. I wonder if the girl will appreciate you?"
The person who spoke was the head of Miaoshou Hall. He usually took care of everything at Miaoshou Hall, but now his words were filled with admiration.
Everyone was a little shocked. After all, the master of Miaoshou Hall has excellent medical skills and the dragon has never been seen. There are very few people in the world who can meet the master. But Ji Wanrong was personally invited by the master.
Or even asking for advice on medical skills...?
Ji Wanrong was also a little surprised. She placed the pills in Mr. Zhao's hand, nodded to the principal, and followed him upstairs.
A room full of shocked people was left behind.
Ji Yunyao's face turned pale.
Princess Chuyang stared blankly at Ji Wanrong's leaving figure, and then remembered that she had even asked the Master of Miaoshou Hall for medical skills, and she was a little dazed.
She murmured: "If Ji Wanrong has superb medical skills and can cure ghosts... then my sister..."
Waiting for Ji Wanrong to follow the principal into the attic of Miaoshou Hall.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard a low voice coming from inside. The voice was ethereal and hollow, and seemed to be full of deep meaning.
"The magic doctor with ghost hands, long time no see."
