Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

"Dad, don't say these unlucky words!" Qiao Yu wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and looked to Bai Ye: "Just ask you to help me look after my father first. I will go to the city and ask the doctor!"

"Qiao Yu, you wait." Bai Ye yelled at him, took two gold tickets from the money bag and put them in his palm: "Take the money, find the best doctor, and buy some light hot porridge back by the way. . "

Qiao Yu held the gold ticket hard and looked at her with emotion and firmness: "Thank you, I will definitely return the money to you!"

Bai Ye didn't refuse and nodded: "Go quickly."

After Qiao Yu left, Bai Ye closed the door and sat next to Qiao's father, and he was looking at himself suspiciously.

"Uncle, I am Qiao Yu's friend Bai Luo, also at Shengying College."

Bai Ye took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood from his palm, but he did not immediately take the panacea to prepare for another observation.

At this time, Father Qiao was already very difficult to speak, and he continued to make out of tone syllables from his throat.

Bai Ye can feel a strong sense of gratitude from his eyes, and gently patted his hand on his side, working hard every day, tired of the accumulation of days and months, his hands are covered with thick cocoons, although dark and rough, but Let Bai Ye feel very down-to-earth and think of Xiao Jingtian, who has passed away.

Father Qiao blinked at her, and just wanted to speak, but unexpectedly spitting foam, the whole person rolled his eyes and fell into dizziness.

Bai Ye then quickly took out a precious six-level nine-turning pill from the space ring, and then for his horn, opened his eyes and looked carefully, wiped the white foam off his mouth with a handkerchief, without any suspicion He sniffed before his nose.

Dizziness, vomiting, and unclear language.

Judging from the pulse and symptoms, it is a stroke plus cold, but his pulse is only swollen by the cold, but does not have the slow pulse that the stroke should have.

Sixty-nine levels of nine-turning pill, absorbed by ten percent, can cure all diseases as long as there is no gas cut. This is also the most magical place of the alchemist.

After a while, Qiaofu began to sweat, because at an old age, he could only remove the crux of his body through sweat, and his clothes and thin blankets were wet.

Bai Ye took off his cloak and covered him until his tight eyebrows relaxed and his eyes flicked with signs of waking up.

Father Qiao opened his eyes dimly and felt a sticky wetness: "This ... what's going on?"

"Uncle Joe, how are you feeling?" Bai Ye asked with concern.

Father Qiao responded. Although he still had no energy, he felt a lot more comfortable. Without the heavy weight that was about to sleep, his painful illness suddenly disappeared.

"Me, am I dreaming?"

Bai Ye smiled and shook his head, saying: "No, but still have to rest in bed for a period of time, otherwise the cold will enter the bone and it will recur."

Fortunately, it was just in time, and even a moment later, even Jiu Zhuan Dan was unable to return to heaven.

"Yes, thank you very much ..." Father Qiao, like Qiao Yu, gave a very honest and honest feeling.

"You don't have to be polite with me, just call me Bai Luo." Bai Ye suddenly thought of his strange pulse, and continued to ask: "Uncle, before you have an accident, may you ask the doctor to see a doctor or take medicine? "

"We don't have any money. How can we ask a doctor?" Father Qiao's spirit was good, he smiled happily, and he was indeed the father and son. The laugh was exactly the same.

"Oh, right!" He patted his head sternly, looking at Bai Ye: "There is a little girl who has seen me sick and has given me some medicine."