Chapter 195 Return of Needle

"It turns out that it's Hua Feiliu... He is so abominable!" Yu Mo held the palm of his hand tightly, and an anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Yan was not talking, and Yu Mo did not leave. He just stayed there quietly. After waiting for Mo Yan to sort out everything for a long time, he turned around and said, "Prince Yumo, do you know... Who lives in Qingluan Palace?"

Yu Mo came to his senses and meditated, "I heard Wen Bo say that he seems to be the emperor's cloth prime minister, named Zhou Zhichao."

"Is the prime minister a man?" Mo Yan was stunned. It was the first time he heard that a man could jump to such a high official position. Yu Mo also smiled and said good words quickly, "Yes, do I mean that the emperor is different from other emperors? Zhou Zhichao felt that he was a man and could not stand on the court, so he asked his maid Wan Qing to be the emperor. Alas, he was also a poor person. At the beginning, he was persecuted by the rebel princess, and Miss Wanqing also ruined her beautiful face in order to beg for her master.

Mo Yan's body was stunned. was he killed by the treasonous princess? His palms were silently clenched together, and after a long time, he said, "I'm always uncertain about the direction of this palace. Can you... take me to see them?"

"Are you going to see Mr. Zhou?" Yu Mo was slightly puzzled. Mo Yan nodded heavily and said, "They saved me last night. I'm leaving. I want to... I want to see them."

Yu Mo meditated and nodded. In his impression, it seemed that Mr. Zhou was a person who did not like to get close to others. The two walked out of the medical palace together. The eyes of the book ring were clear and swollen. It seemed that he had been crying all night. After Mo Yan looked at him, he was also quite reluctant to give up. He sighed and followed Yu Mo. Let's go.

Qingluan Palace......

Located on the northernmost side of the palace, it is a very remote palace. When Yu Mo and Mo Yan came over, they were stopped by the doorkeepers. They also knew Mo Yan and Yu Mo, but they still didn't let him go. Mo Yan whispered, "Please help inform me. If Mr. Zhou refuses to see me, then Forget it."

"If you go back to the doctor, the master hasn't got up yet. His jet lag is upside down day and night. He just fell asleep. I really don't dare to disturb him."

Yu Mo and Mo Yan looked at each other. Mo Yan had to sigh, and they turned back. But at this time, a slightly cold female voice said, "Let them come in."

Mo Yan turned around and saw Wan Qing wearing a black robe, a cloak, and then a veil covering her face. It turned out that he was still wondering why she had such a dress, but now he knew that it was just for the scars of the concubine, and he couldn't help looking at her twice.

When the guards heard Wan Qing's words, they all made way for the two of them. Yu Mo and Mo Yan came to the hall with Wan Qing. Wan Qing bent slightly and said, "Little prince, doctor, please wait a moment. I'm going to invite the master to come out."

Yu Mo and Mo Yan smiled together. At this time, Wan Qing walked to the cabinet. After she went in for a while, Zhou Zhichao was pushed out. His hair was a little messy and had not been combed, and he looked very sleepy. After a yawn, he looked at the two people. Then he saluted and said, "Weichen Zhou Zhichao saw the master of the imperial doctor, Qiansui Qiansui, Qiansui, and met the little prince!"

"Free gift!" The two hurriedly said together, followed by a burst of silence, and Mo Yan just kept looking at Zhou Zhichao's legs. Seeing this, Yu Mo hurriedly smiled and said, "I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Zhou's sleep, but Mo Yan is leaving the palace, so he feels Mr. Zhou's kindness and comes to say goodbye!"

"It's hard to raise your hand, it's not worth mentioning!" After a slight smile, Zhou Zhichao said in surprise, "Well, doctor, are you going to leave the palace? This...did the emperor agree?"

"Yes!" Mo Yan smiled faintly, took a few steps forward, turned around and looked around the palace and said, "Miss Wanqing, could you please close all the window lattice in the hall?"

Wan Qing was stunned, and Zhou Zhichao was also puzzled. Mo Yan smiled gently and said, "I have something I want to do, but it's really not appropriate for the bodyguard outside the hall to see it."

Zhou Zhichao smiled softly, and his handsome facial features were still so extraordinary. He had this feeling of immortality and Taoism. Wan Qing hesitated for a moment, or stepped forward and pulled down all the curtains. At this time, Mo Yan stepped forward, walked to Zhou Zhichao's side, squatted down, reached out and put his hand on him. Wrist.

"You are..."

Zhou Zhichao was slightly shocked. Mo Yan smiled and then said, "I'm leaving the palace, so I want to see your legs. Although my medical skills are not good, I believe it will still help you."

After saying that, his pulsed hand also shrank back, and he took out a silver needle from his arms and inserted it straight into Zhou Zhichao's leg. Zhou Zhichao did not even frown, but his reaction was exchanged for Mo Yan's frown. He whispered, "Mr. Zhou feels unconscious?"

Zhou Zhichao nodded and said, "I'm afraid these legs are not good. Weichen also knows a little about medical skills, but he can't make it have any sense at all. It seems that there is no hope of recovery."

Mo Yan said nothing. He closed the needle, and then reached out to touch Zhou Zhichao's waist, and then the silver needle gently slammed in. At this time, Zhou Zhichao actually felt a burst of numbness in his legs, and unexpectedly... did he feel it?

Zhou Zhichao was very surprised. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, I feel it."

"Is it numb? And there is a trace of pain!" As Mo Yan asked, he kept brushing and brushing a few stitches. Zhou Zhichao's face changed, and he suddenly turned pale without blood, and his original sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and silky beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

As soon as Wan Qing was shocked, she immediately ran over and bent down and said urgently, "Master, what's wrong with you? But is the needle very painful? Doctor, don't prick it. Look at the pain of the master.

"It's not his needle that hurts, but his legs!" As Mo Yan spoke, he squatted down and rubbed Zhou Zhichao's legs. Zhou Zhichao immediately clenched his lips. The pain came one after another, which made him want to stop all the pain. Mo Yan seemed to see through his heart and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, you can stand up and walk with normal pain for a while. Just like that, this leg is so damaged that you can't feel it. I'm renewing your tendons. You must hold on, you know?