Reborn Spoiled Ming Wangfei

“Somebody get me a doctor!” Anpin slept in bed feeling weak and itchy all the time, and in the case of his repeated grabbing, he had a scary spot on his skin.

“Young Master, what's wrong?” The servant ran into Anpin's room, watching Anpin grab him in bed, seemingly very uncomfortable.

“Go, get me the doctor, quick!” Ping yelled at the servant standing beside the bed, and the servant immediately ran out to ask the doctor.

A doctor, about fifty years old, carefully pulsed Anpin, his eyes flashed through the unnatural light, and then carefully examined the erythema on Anpin. The resulting disorder surprised the doctor, and he looked at Anpin and didn't dare to say what the disease was.

“Doctor, what exactly is wrong with Master Ben? Why is he so itchy?” Anpin kept grasping his body, impatiently asked the doctor who was still examining him without talking. If it weren't for the doctor's good medical practice in Beijing, Anpin would have had this doctor thrown out for a long time. He didn't speak for half a day after the examination, what an emergency!

“Young Master An, may I ask Lady Yong, has there been an incident recently?” The old doctor asked.

“The house?” An Ping was surprised that although he did not have a proper wife, he had a lot of concubines and a lot of maids, and recently because Grandpa's birthday in the capital did not mix with any concubine himself, if it did, it was the day of Grandpa's birthday and Cousin Lanzhi's fish water joy.

“Once in the last few days, Doctor, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with Master Ben's body? Rest assured, just treat whatever medicine you need. We have it in the Prime Minister's office!” Ping was also a little scared to see the doctor throw up so much, but thought that his family's finances and power could be healed as long as it wasn't a major illness.

“This...” The doctor caressed his beard and didn't know how to say anything, especially this disease, even if he was a doctor, but he couldn't guarantee that the Prime Minister's eldest son wouldn't kill anyone!

“Say!” Anpin became more afraid of what incurable illness he had under the doctor's hesitation. "Did Ben Young Master have any incurable illness? If you don't tell me, don't blame Young Master Ben for keeping you out of the Prime Minister's office! ”

“Master An's condition is like flower willow disease!” The doctor said the disorder under threat from Anpin, but as soon as he said it, he was stabbed by Anpin with a long sword from the side.

Trickled blood came out of the doctor's body, but the doctor watched his life lose, but he couldn't save himself. He could only stare at the killer's pin, but he threw down his long sword and yelled, "Bullshit! How dare you curse Master Ben! Medic!”

The servant was a little scared, but had already gotten used to killing his young master when he couldn't move. He merely called outside guards to drag the doctor's body out, bury the grass, and eradicate all the outsiders who knew about it.

“You, get me another doctor. Remember, don't let anyone know. Bring it here quietly!” Anpin dressed himself up, watching the blood on the ground was even more angry, how could he get such an unsightly disease? Absolutely not. Absolutely not. It must be the doctor.

“Young Master, the doctor is here." The servant stood outside the room and brought another doctor into the room. He lay safely in bed and said to the doctor, "Come and show Ben what's going on with his body." ”

The same examination, the same question asked, Anpin's heart beat up and down eight times, but still asked undying, “Tell me, what is wrong with Master Ben? Tell me!”