Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 1249: Waiting for the fish to enter the net8

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Mo Liancheng's voice was as plain as water as he continued, "Just throw away this ordinary face from now on. It's better to live your life back to yourself."

"Yes..." Qin Ling seemed to be being tapped on his acupuncture points, frozen in place.

It can be seen that he is very excited.

In other words, he personally hates Qin Ling's identity.

Is it really possible to live back to yourself?

Qin Ling said nothing and walked out silently.

Qu Tan'er blinked, as if he could understand Qin Ling's mood, "Chengcheng, he has really become your fan."

"It is his honor to worship me."

"Uh..." Qu Tan'er had a dark look on his face.

This guy is really becoming more and more narcissistic. You can't give him any color, otherwise, he will really open a dyeing shop.

However, when he thought about it carefully, Qu Tan'er also felt that his man was great. What was originally a troublesome concern, he suddenly thought of a way to solve, and he had to earn people's gratitude. As long as the outside world believes that Qin Ling is dead, there is really no need to doubt Qi'an Hall anymore.

The boss is dead, so any conspiracy is bullshit.

Three days later.

There are reports from the outside world that Qin Ling, the miracle doctor of Qi'an Hall, is ill. It is said that he was infected while treating a dying patient. Within a few days, the patient died, and Qin Ling's illness became severe. Qin Ling has been lying on the hospital bed, dying. If he hadn't been a doctor himself, he might have died long ago.

As soon as the news came out, all the famous doctors in the capital rushed to Qi'an Hall to check his pulse and conduct consultations.

I hope this miracle doctor will treat everyone as a living Bodhisattva.

Not far away, doctors from various cities and towns who heard the news rushed over.

You may be sick, but you are still sick.

Qinling’s disease is getting more and more serious.

In the end, after struggling for nearly a month, Qin Ling died.

In order to save an ordinary person, a big figure in the Moyang Dynasty who had always been very positive died. This news shocked the whole country in a short period of time, and there was an outpouring of mourning and regret. After another seven or forty-nine days of vigil, on the day of the funeral in Qinling, the streets were filled with people paying their respects.

Among them, the majority are ordinary people.

It is said that most of them have received favors from Qinling...

In the dark, Qu Taner was speechless.

Qinling... is quite popular. But she knew that this guy was a little soft-hearted, but he wasn't a good person either. Many times he saves people on a whim. Also, most of them can be considered deliberate or have various purposes. Occasionally, I just want to make a good name for myself.

In fact, the reason why Qinling has a good reputation is for convenience.

Anyway, no matter how you think about it, Qinling is not a good thing.

But so many people love it...

"Chengcheng, will I be so beautiful when I die?" Qu Tan'er's face was filled with jealousy, and she glared hatefully at Qin Ling, who had been standing behind Mo Liancheng and dressed as a follower. She was handsome and handsome. Ordinary clothes can't hide that elegance. Now, Qin Ling has changed his identity and is Mo Liancheng's new disciple.

Mo Liancheng glanced at her and frowned, not liking the word death she mentioned.

Qu Tan'er curled her lips and said, "I'm jealous, can't I?"

"Idiot." A certain man cursed gracefully.

"..." She wilted.

Qin Ling touched his nose nonchalantly and wisely remained silent.

He really made himself feel a little carried away by this beautiful scene.

I would be willing to die a few more times... However, Qin Ling was still frightened when he thought of being sick. He almost died. If Mo Liancheng hadn't made the last move, he would have burned himself by playing with fire.