The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 322: There is something wrong with you

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"Sir, my subordinate is back," Pang Yi was filled with joy. He opened the door and drove the carriage in. He opened the carriage door and looked at Gu Changlin inside with a smile on his face, "Mr. Gu, I Let me help you get off the bus."

"Who wants your help? Do I look like that old man who can't even walk?!" Gu Changlin showed undisguised disgust on his face, slapped Pang Yi's hand away, and then walked directly from the carriage He jumped up and down. He really didn't look like an old man in his late thirties, let alone an old man who drank more than a kilogram and burned a knife.

Pang Yi couldn't help but give Gu Changlin a thumbs up: "Mr. Gu, you are so strong!"

"Compared with others praising me for my strong body, I actually prefer to hear people praising me for my strength." Gu Changlin gave Pang Yi a rude look. While looking around the simple courtyard, he pinched his waist and asked Pang Yi. Yi, "Your master lives in such a shabby place? Where are the people? Where are they?"

"Mr. Gu, please come this way." Pang Yi was so busy that he took down Gu Changlin's medicine box from the carriage and diligently led Gu Changlin the way. "Mr. Gu, please come with me into the room."

Gu Changlin followed Pang Yi into the room. As soon as he entered the room, Gu Changlin couldn't help but frown. When he walked through the outer hall and entered the bedroom, and saw Zhong Mingwei sitting on the Kang, Gu Changlin's brows were almost furrowed. Together.

"Mr. Gu, this is the head of the family," Pang Yi put the medicine box on the table and introduced it to Gu Changlin, and then hurriedly introduced it to Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, this is the most famous Gu Changlin in Yanshe , Mr. Gu."

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he raised his hands to greet Gu Changlin: "Mr. Gu..."

"Get rid of that old word for me." Gu Changlin suddenly cut off Zhong Mingwei's words, and then in Zhong Mingwei's stunned eyes, the boss unceremoniously sat down on the kang. He squinted and looked at Zhong Mingwei. His face, from forehead to chin, and from chin to forehead, remained silent for a long time, but his expression became more solemn.

Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure out Gu Changlin's temper and didn't know what he was doing. He immediately looked at Pang Yi behind Gu Changlin. Pang Yi was so busy that he waved his hand to Zhong Mingwei, indicating that it was okay and not to be too surprised.

"There's something wrong with you..." After a while, Gu Changlin slowly spoke. This time his tone was completely different from the free and easy tone just now. It was very solemn. He stared at Zhong Mingwei's face for a while again. After staring at Zhong Mingwei until his heart went crazy, Gu Changlin spoke again, "Give me your hand."

"Yes." Zhong Mingwei quickly handed over his hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slightly pale wrist.

Gu Changlin put his finger on Zhong Mingwei's pulse and felt it carefully. He didn't glance at it for a long time. He squinted and stared at Zhong Mingwei's face while feeling his pulse. This was enough. After a cup of tea, he withdrew his hand.

"Mr. Gu, is there something wrong with my pulse?" Zhong Mingwei was very worried. He asked Mr. Gu to come over to see his leg injury. But when he came in, he didn't look at his leg. Instead, he looked at his leg. After staring at his face for a long time and taking his pulse for such a long time, he was naturally a little uneasy.

"With all due respect, your pulse pattern is a bit strange," Gu Changlin said, while shaking his head slightly, "What's so strange about it, I can't tell for the time being, but I should have seen this kind of pulse pattern before, wait for me Think about it."

"Yes, thank you sir," Zhong Mingwei thanked him hurriedly, and stretched out his leg again, saying to Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, please take a look at my legs again. These knees are always..."

Gu Changlin waved his hand to him, indicating that he didn't need to say anything. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he kept silent. Then he watched Gu Changlin put his hand on his knee, touched it gently a few times, and took the medicine from the medicine. He took out a silver needle from the box and stuck it in, then took out the silver needle and brought it to the tip of his nose for a sniff.

"Your leg has been injured for a long time. It will last for at least a year," Gu Changlin took the handkerchief and wiped the silver needle and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Have you been anxious to recover?"

"Yes, yes," Zhong Mingwei nodded eagerly, "Since the beginning of last year, I have been seriously injured, and I have never stood up since then. I have been bedridden, so I am very anxious. Can I stand on the wall before and after Double Ninth Festival? Later, I was able to walk a few steps slowly, but I had to be supported by others. However, I suffered a new injury a few days ago, and my knee has been swollen ever since, and it has never gone away."