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Chapter 1 Don¡¯t give up on treatment

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    Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the red curtains in front of him, and in the distance were dazzling piano tables and furniture like red sandalwood stools.

    There was a guy in green clothes and a small hat standing in front of the curtain, staring at him, and then the guy showed a very unbeatable smile, with a disgusting flattery in his smile: "Young Master is awake"

    Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat. This was time travel, because he clearly heard that the man in green clothes and hat was speaking Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert on Ming history, Fang Jifan was 100% sure that the furnishings here were still intact.  With this inexplicable man, in his own era, even with a large investment in film and television, it would never be possible to create such a scene.

    There was no panic or fright, but Fang Jifan felt a little excited in his heart. After studying for so many years, he unexpectedly got a glimpse of the ancients today!

    ??Ancient people, looking at this guy with a bit of a mean smile, Fang Jifan couldn't help but think, is thisan ancient person?

    "Is this the Hongzhi Year?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall. The inscription was written by a calligrapher who lived in the Zhengtong Year of the Ming Dynasty.

    Next to the bed, the style of the Xuanqin table also attracted Fang Jifan's attention. This was the style of the middle Ming Dynasty. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, it became less popular. The Xuanqin table seemed to be newly made. According to this calculation, it should be  There is no doubt that it was during the Hongzhi period.

    The man in green clothes and hat nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.

    After getting the confirmation, Fang Jifan suddenly sat up on the bed, slapped his thigh, and said excitedly: "Is Prince Ning still here? There is still the rebellion of the little prince in the north, and the handmade textile industry in the south has begun to rise" Fang Jifan  With a beaming look on his face: "The current emperor can be considered a holy king, he has a lot to do"

    Fang Jifan was very excited. This was a good era. Men were virtuous, engaged in learning and studying history, but they inevitably had too many regrets. They had no great potential in their previous lives, but they never expected that they would finally find a place where they could be useful.

    Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied the history of the Ming Dynasty. Not only did he know the history of the Ming Dynasty very well, but he also knew the local chronicles of this era. To put it bluntly, which  On what day of the month there were several thieves in the county, I could remember them all with my amazing memory.

    In my last life, I was lonely and helpless, but in this era, it doesn¡¯t seem so bad.

    Fang Jifan even admires himselfvery much.

    The expression of the guy in green hat changed, and he said hesitantly: "Masteryouyou saidthere is a lot to be done?"

    "That's right." Fang Jifan cheered up. He was a young master, so this person was either a scholar or a long-time follower. His excitement had not passed, and he said with great interest: "When a man is alive, he will be named on the gold list and make contributions  "

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The expression of the man in green clothes and small hat changed from confusion to sadness, and he shouted: "Young Master Young Master is sick again Come Someone is coming"

    Fang Jifan was shocked, whatwhat's going on?

    Snapped¡­¡­

    The door was suddenly pushed open by several strong men, all of them looked like wolves and tigers.

    The sunshine from outside also poured in, but these burly bodies covered up the excess light.

    Then, a man who looked like a gentleman, wearing a scholar's shirt and a goatee, walked in quickly with a medicine box on his back and said excitedly: "Master, the master's illness has happened again Quick, quick, get an acupuncture  !¡±

    At the command, those strong men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.

    Fang Jifan's pupils shrank, nmgb, and he cursed in his heart, because he saw that the old gentleman had taken out the inch-long silver needle from the box, and with a look of pain on his face, he said to Fang Jifan: "The disease the young master is suffering from is brain disease.  Disease, you must not hide it and avoid medical treatment. Come, come, don¡¯t be afraid, don¡¯t be afraid Just take a shot and it will be fine"

    Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw dropped: "II'm not sick"

    While administering the acupuncture, the doctor shook his head and said, "That's right. I had this symptom when I got sick in the past. Young master, please bear with me. This acupuncture method was passed down from my ancestors. It can cure diseases when you are sick, and you can still keep fit when you are not sick."  Master, lie still!"

    ah¡­¡­

    With howling like a killing pig, Fang Jifan made no sound after a while.

    His hands and feet were controlled, but the old gentleman actually pierced the silver needle directly into the back of his head. Fang Jifan stopped screaming, but was so frightened that he gritted his teeth and did not dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved, the old gentleman would  The needle went astray.

    The most important thing is that I have been afraid of injections since I was a child!

    ?"Such a long needle pierces the head. This is not a cure. This is murder, sir!"

    Before the needle was taken out, the old man pinched his beard and shook his head and sighed: "There is no medicine for the mentally retarded. I can only follow ancient prescriptions to temporarily control the condition. Whether it can be cured depends entirely on the young master's luck."  .¡±

    The guy in green clothes and hat hid beside the couch and sobbed in a low voice: "Master, Master, Dr. Fang is a famous doctor invited by my uncle. Don't be afraid. It will be fine after a few months of acupuncture. Uncle will repair the book and return it."  My family has told me that as long as the young master's illness can be cured, no matter what method is used In short, you must not hide the disease that is taboo The young master is the only son of the uncle, the young master must endure it endure it"

    Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.

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    Noon.

    The scenery outside the window is pleasant, but Fang Jifan is not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!

    This is the twenty-seventh day after Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he has been injected with countless needles. Every time he was injected with an needle, for Fang Jifan, it was like a journey through hell.

    An ancient ¡®famous doctor¡¯ would pierce the back of your head with a silver needle and stir it slightly. Fang Jifan still shudders when he thinks about it.

    Twenty-seven days are enough for Fang Jifan to understand everything.

    The original owner of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.

    The hereditary earl of the Fang family was earned during the Battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the Yan King Zhu Di from Beiping City to Nanjing. Zhu Di was kind enough and gave him an iron rice bowl with a wave of his hand.

    And the owner of this body

    ??????????????????????????? Well, no wonder I was treated as a fool for just saying what a man should do, because this guy is a complete scumbag, the biggest villain in the capital, the prodigal among prodigal sons, he is full of evil!

    A few days ago, this guy fell ill, so he invited a famous doctor to see him. He thought it was because he had a mental problem, but he never gave up treatment. After Fang Jifan traveled through time, people mistakenly thought that the illness was not cured because he and  The former prodigal son had a very different personality, so the treatment will continue

    That¡¯s so stupid.

    Fang Jifan reflected on himself. He was still too young. When he first arrived, he actually talked to people about making contributions and serving the country and the people. This was a shame.

    A prodigal son with a long history of evil deeds behaves so abnormally. In the eyes of others, what is he if he is not a lunatic?

    ¡°Well, in order to give up treatment, I have to be Fang Jifan better than Fang Jifan before.

    At this time, the door to the bedroom was already opened, and a pretty little girl came in, followed by Fang Jifan's attendant, the guy in green clothes and little hat, named Deng Jian.

    A new day has begun.

    Fang Jifan took a deep breath. Over the past twenty days, he had figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of this family. Naturally, he had already understood the original Fang Jifan thoroughly.

    The little girl arrived at the bed and saluted: "Master, get up."

    Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing an impatient look. He encouraged himself in his heart: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, brother is a prodigal son, don't let his feet be exposed."

    Fang Jifan said fiercely: "What time is it? So early in the morning, what is the ghost's name?"

    The little girl was so frightened that her pretty face was slightly unnatural: "The sun the sun has risen three poles."

    "It's only three poles" Fang Jifan bared his teeth: "Master, am I someone who only gets up after three poles? Sleep for another hour!"

    Deng Jian, who was wearing a green hat, hurriedly stepped forward, nodded and bowed: "Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid that the master is hungry"

    "Okay, okay" Fang Jifan had no choice but to stand up and change his clothes under the care of the little girl.

    Of course, Fang Jifan had to show off his splendid look, staring at the little girl's breasts, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xiangxiang, you have grown up, come here, come here, let the master check it out.

    Fang Jifan's hand gently twisted Xiao Xiangxiang's tunnel in a smooth motion. Xiao Xiangxiang was so frightened that the flower branches trembled, her eyes turned red, and tears threatened to fall.

    Fang Jifan sighed inwardly, feeling a little unbearable, but when he saw Deng Jian beside him, he hurriedly crossed his hands and said: "Hahahaha Xiao Nizi is actually shy, don't be afraid, the young master loves you."

    Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly wanted to hide, but Fang Jifan made an excuse to get off the donkey and did not continue to harass him. Deng Jian on the side smiled cheaply and said: "The young master is wise, the young master is powerful, and the young master has not changed his true colors. The villain admires him and is in total admiration."

    "Fuck you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, kicked Deng Jian over, and said angrily: "Young master has nothing but handsomeness, how dare you say that you are wise and powerful? Can a wise and powerful man be eaten like a dog?  Same thing."

    Deng Jian rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.

    Fang Jifan was shocked, why, could it be that he was kicked too hard just now?  Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but Hey, brother, I'm in a dilemma too. If this young master is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?

    Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Deng Jian rolled over, raised his head, and said excitedly: "The young master's illness is finally better. I I'm I'm really happy for the young master. I'm crying with joy, I'm crying with joy."

    Um?

    Fang Jifan was dumbfounded, is this okay?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?Dare you say you are wise and mighty?  Can wise men and women be eaten as food?  Something like a dog.  "

    Deng Jian rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.

    Fang Jifan was shocked, why, could it be that he was kicked too hard just now?  Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but Hey, brother, I'm in a dilemma too. If this young master is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?

    Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Deng Jian rolled over, raised his head, and said excitedly: "The young master's illness is finally better. I I'm I'm really happy for the young master. I'm crying with joy, I'm crying with joy."

    Um?

    Fang Jifan was dumbfounded, is this okay?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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