Chapter 121 It seems something strange has sneaked in. Please hurry up

. He Yanting and Han Qinian, the Minister of Revenue, were standing in front of her.

Han Qinian was stunned when he saw her, and then a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes: "Mr. Jiang, are you here to see my daughter's face?"

His voice was full of excitement. After all, the girl in front of him was someone who even He Yanting cured. If Qiao Qiao's face was handed over to her, she would definitely be able to recover as before!

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and saluted him with a fist: "That's right, I came suddenly and disturbed you two."

"No, no," Han Qinian said excitedly: "I'll take you..."

He was about to say that he would take Jiang Zhiyu there himself, but when he saw He Yanting next to him, he swallowed his words back.

He Yanting also saw his embarrassment and took the initiative to speak: "No problem, the official business has been discussed almost. If Minister Han and Secretary Jiang don't mind, I would also like to watch. I haven't seen the medical skills of Dr. Jiang for a long time, and I still miss it."

Jiang Zhiyu frowned the moment he spoke.

[Sure enough, I was right, the Zuiyuelong was definitely not him! ]

He Yanting was stunned, he lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes blocked the expression in his eyes. I don't know what he was thinking.

Han Qinian certainly didn't mind, but he looked at Jiang Zhiyu, "Secretary Jiang?"

"Ah?" Jiang Zhiyu came back to his senses and shook his head: "I don't mind either."

Since no one minded, Han Qinian asked the gatekeeper to withdraw, and the three of them walked towards Han Qiao's courtyard together.

When they arrived at the courtyard, the gate was closed. Han Qinian frowned and asked the servant beside him to knock on the door, but no one answered. He repeated it several times, but it was still the same.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes suddenly became meaningful.

[It seems that her mother who has a strong desire for control is here. 】

He Yanting glanced at her, and then, as if responding to Jiang Zhiyu, a loud voice came from the courtyard: "Our Qiaoqiao does not need treatment. I don't care who you are or what kind of god you are, please go home. Our temple is small and can't accommodate a big Buddha like you!"

Han Qinian's face suddenly became gloomy. He turned his head and forced a smile to Jiang Zhiyu: "The lady is just worried about Qiaoqiao's face. Don't be offended, Jiang Shishu."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled: "It's okay."

Han Qinian turned his head and said in a cold voice: "It's me, open the door!"

There was a sudden silence in the courtyard. After waiting for a while, the courtyard door was opened.

A woman in gorgeous clothes stood in the yard with her hands on her waist. The girl next to her wearing a veil grabbed her arm and shook her: "Mother, Zhiyu is really a miracle doctor, different from those people who seek fame and reputation before you, please listen to me for once."

The woman in gorgeous clothes turned a deaf ear and scanned Jiang Zhiyu with her eyes full of doubts: "This little girl, is she a miracle doctor?!"

She just came back from her hometown a few days ago and knew nothing about Shengjing. As

soon as she came back, her daughter happily told her that someone could cure her face, but so many people had come to see her before, and everyone said they could cure it, but no one could.

Hopes were dashed again and again. Every time she saw her daughter's dim eyes, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Over time, she had a great prejudice against the so-called miracle doctors.

When she saw that the so-called miracle doctor was actually a little girl, her prejudice became even greater.

Han Qinian's wife was Xia Chuchu, the daughter of Xia Zhao, the Minister of Honglu Temple. Although her name was Chuchu, her behavior had nothing to do with the pitiful Chuchu.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward and said, "Hello, madam. I can't be called a miracle doctor, but I can indeed cure Miss Han Qiao's face."

Xia Chuchu was a little more pleased with her because she was generous and calm, but it was absolutely impossible for her to touch Qiaoqiao's face!

"Oh? If I'm not mistaken, you should be no more than twelve years old now. At such a young age, how can I believe that you can do something that the Imperial Hospital can't do?!"

Han Qiao was anxious and couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by her mother.

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, said nothing, and looked at He Yanting.

[Go ahead! It's your turn to promote! My promotional ambassador!]

He Yanting: "..."

He raised the corner of his mouth and took a step forward: "Madam's judgment is biased. Although Jiang Shishu is still young, her medical skills are unmatched in the entire Imperial Hospital. My legs were cured by her."

Han Qinian and Han Qiao nodded vigorously.

Xia Chuchu looked at him up and down with a suspicious look, and then looked at Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes full of inquiry.

He Yanting's leg injury was known to everyone, just like her daughter Qiaoqiao's face. He had sought out famous doctors in the world, but it was still not healed. And now, he actually stood up, and was he cured by a little girl? !

Xia Chuchu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Han Qiao grabbed her arm and shook her gently: "Mother, see what I said, I really didn't lie to you, Zhiyu is very powerful, and now, Zhiyu is the first female official of Tianqi, the emperor values ​​her very much."

Xia Chuchu: "!!!"

She showed an unbelievable look on her face.

The first female official of Tianqi? This little girl? !

She rubbed her temples. She just went back to her mother's house, how come so many things happened in Shengjing City?

She was surprised, and her expression was not as resistant as at the beginning.

Seeing her expression relaxed, Han Qinian hurriedly said, "Qiaoqiao, why don't you let Minister Jiang help you." Han

Qiao nodded, and Han Qinian turned sideways and bowed respectfully to Jiang Zhiyu, "Qiaoqiao, I'll leave it to Minister Jiang. If you need anything, please tell the attendants."

Jiang Zhiyu returned the bow, "Minister Han, you are too polite. I will do my best."

There was still doubt in Xia Chuchu's eyes. After Jiang Zhiyu finished speaking, she said coldly, "In that case, I will watch you throughout the treatment."

She would never give anyone the chance to hurt her, Qiaoqiao.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care about this and nodded, "Okay."

[Mrs. Xia was so cautious, she must have found out that the previous incident was related to the concubine. Unfortunately, it has been too long, and the few clues found cannot be used as evidence.]

[Alas, every family has its own problems.]

The group entered the house, and the four people with eight pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Zhiyu, especially Xia Chuchu, whose eyes were fiery. Jiang Zhiyu suspected that she might be the reincarnation of Bai Yan Deng in her previous life.

[I am so open-minded. If I had a bad attitude, I would be so nervous being stared at like this.]

She took out the props: needle, thread, knife, hammer, and various medicinal herbs.

Others: "..."

It seemed like something strange had sneaked in.

Xia Chuchu jumped up from her chair with a "teng" and pointed at the knife and hammer with trembling fingers.

"This, this is also used to treat the face?!"

She raised her voice and glared at Han Qinian.

She said that they were making fun of her. Who would use a knife and a hammer to treat their face? !