Shen Jiao never thought that her toes could be so tired, but she could easily understand it. After all, it was a lot of work to carve out two three-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, and two-bathroom apartments in such a short time. It was understandable that she would be tired.

There are all kinds of people in the world, with vastly different hobbies, habits, personalities, and behaviors, each with their own unique characteristics. Her hair hasn't been treated yet, so Shen Jiao can only express respect and best wishes to the rustic Liang Heng.

She couldn't wait to get down to business. She had been making sure to get at least eight hours of sleep every day and eating black sesame seeds with walnuts for breakfast. But when she combed her hair in the morning, the number of hairs she was losing had increased from a dozen to dozens. It was getting worse and worse, which terrified her.

"Heaven is going to make her bald!" Shen Jiao exclaimed in horror.

The patient wanted to see a doctor, but the attending physician kept blinking at her like a moth fluttering, the implication obvious. Shen Jiao had no choice but to ask, "Oh? Is that so? What flower?"

Liang Heng smiled shyly, "I get dizzy whenever I see you."

Shen Jiao: "..."

What a coincidence! You look quite like a flower to me, a human husky with a big, spitting flower.

If this continues, her architectural career will surely flourish. With a little more effort, what kind of crappy little apartment? She can carve out the Old Summer Palace and the Magic Fairy Castle, and the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum will be a piece of cake.

Now that things have come to this, Shen Jiao's suspicions about Liang Heng suddenly vanished. She was certain that Liang Heng was indeed a miracle doctor.

If Liang Heng didn't possess the medical skills to bring flesh back to life and cure diseases with miraculous healing, with his mouth that had drunk 500 jin of gutter oil and was more boisterous than a sparrow, he would probably have been beheaded by the tyrant 108 times over, and a whole mountain would be filled with neat rows of graves for "Liang Heng".

However, the doctor talks a lot. Once he starts talking, it's like he's wound up and can't stop. If you were to arrange for him to argue with the head of the teaching department, he could probably crush him instantly.

Liang Heng and the tyrant are two completely opposite extremes. The former is as still as a virgin and can produce 20,000 papers in a minute, while the latter is as swift as a rabbit and can take several heads in two or three seconds.

One finds it noisy, the other finds it extremely noisy; one is capable of destroying everything, the other is capable of saving the old, the young, the sick, and the disabled.

Shen Jiao couldn't understand how the tyrant and Liang Heng, who were completely unrelated except for their gender and similar attributes, had ended up together. They seemed to be neither ruler nor subject, so they could be considered half friends.

But what she couldn't understand even more was Liang Heng's act of drinking eight glasses of water in one go. Was this old doctor, gulping down water like a cow to moisten his throat, going to keep nagging on and on? Eight glasses of water? When would that ever end?

Shen Jiao's toes involuntarily tightened.

Liang Heng finished drinking, "Little sister..."

He had barely opened his mouth when Ji Yan kicked him away.

Liang Heng: "Ah... gurgling..."

There was a pond outside, about two meters deep. With the heavy rains of the past few days, the water level was now the same as the ground, and water splashed up to waist height. The dog, who had run over to see what was going on, got soaked and became a drowned rat.

The dog was angry; it just wanted to watch the show!

Liang Heng, who had just reached the shore, was soaking wet. Before he could wipe the water off his face, he saw a blurry afterimage that knocked him back into the middle of the pond.

Liang Heng was shocked: Holy crap! What was that thing that whooshed by? It's a ghost!

inside the house.

Judging from the splashing sounds Liang Heng made, Shen Jiao figured the divine doctor must be a professional doggy paddle swimmer. Looking at the tyrant's expressionless face, it was as if he wasn't kicking a good brother, but a two-cent cabbage.

Ji Yan caught a glimpse of Shen Jiao's eyes and knew what she was thinking. She grabbed Shen Jiao's collar and said in a low, sinister voice, "He is not my friend. I have no friends and do not need any. So, I'll just laugh."

It's really tasteless to laugh at someone at this time! Shen Jiao immediately knelt down: "I won't laugh."

You are an emperor. Even if you offend one divine physician, there are thousands upon thousands of divine physicians who will follow in your footsteps. Even if there is no divine physician, there is the old imperial physician with the white beard. But I only have Liang Heng! If I lose him, who will help me grow my hair!

Ji Yan: "Are you going to laugh or not?"

Shen Jiao: "I'm not laughing!"

Ji Yan said in a sinister tone, "Really not going to laugh?"

"No, Your Majesty, please calm down. Can I laugh tomorrow? If you can't wait, I'll let you laugh to your heart's content tonight before you go to sleep. But you really can't laugh now, you really can't. I'm a man of principle." Shen Jiao sat on the carpet and tugged at the tyrant's robe.

Ji Yan's face darkened: "So you have principles, huh? Since you have so many principles, then I'll kill you, shave your head, and then cut off your mouth and sew it onto your bald head."

Shen Jiao immediately threw her head back and burst into laughter, "Hahahaha... hiccup."

She suddenly covered her mouth, her bright eyes widening in horror. "Your Majesty, what did you feed me?"

Eating unclean food can cause stomach aches!

Just now, while Shen Jiao was laughing, Ji Yan flicked her finger, and a dark, unidentified object slid precisely down her throat, causing her to instinctively gag...

Ji Yan: "It's too late. This medicine melts in your mouth and is extremely toxic. It has already eroded your bone marrow. Even if you vomit bile, it won't help."

"Poison?" Shen Jiao paused, her face turning pale. Just because she smiled a few seconds later, she was going to be poisoned to death?

Ji Yan! You son of a bitch! You should at least consider the fact that we've shared a bed. You fold the blankets and then ignore me? You heartless jerk!

Despite her inner grumbling, Shen Jiao clung tightly to the tyrant's leg, crying out, "No, Your Majesty! I feel like I have indigestion lately, but I can still be saved. I'm so beautiful, I can't die! Please have mercy and save me!"

Ji Yan: "If you ask me to save you, and I save you, wouldn't I lose face?"

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