The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Huang Yan couldn't hear the roar in Zhao Mianmian's heart. He sat down and carefully took Zhao Mianmian's pulse.

While Huang Yan was taking Zhao Mianmian's pulse, Zhao Mianmian was also looking at the person he brought with him out of the corner of his eye.

The man was not tall, wearing an ordinary round-necked, wide-sleeved suit, and holding Huang Yan's medicine box in his hand.

At first glance, she looked like an ordinary doctor, but the fatigue and vicissitudes revealed on her face were different from those of the female doctors Zhao Mianmian had seen before.

All in all, he's a very strange person.

The key issue is not the man's clothes or complexion, but his body.

In Zhao Mianmian's eyes, the man's shoulders and neck were gray in patches, obviously caused by sitting for a long time.

This was still considered good. When Zhao Mianmian's gaze gradually moved downwards, she actually saw a large number of black shadows at the man's heart.

It's obvious that it's incurable.

Zhao Mianmian didn't know what disease the other person had, and only muttered in his heart:

[It’s so dark, darker than the medicine I gave my second brother last time. Is he going to die? ]

The audience in the live broadcast room asked her:

[What's so dark? What are you mumbling to yourself, host? ? ]

[Hahaha, anchor, it's already this late. Instead of wasting your time caring about others, you should think about how you're going to explain to your aunt when the imperial physician finds out you're faking illness after taking your pulse!]

[You guys are so mean, can you please stop bringing up irrelevant issues? ]

【Ha ha ha ha. 】

Zhao Mianmian blinked and said nothing.

However, Huang Yan became impatient when he saw Zhao Mianmian staring at the white peony he brought.

Huang Yan clenched his free hand into a fist, covered his mouth slightly, and coughed heavily.

His cough really diverted Zhao Mianmian's attention.

Zhao Mianmian looked at Huang Yan seriously, then suddenly frowned, wrinkling her face into that of a little old lady:

"Are you sick?"

Zhao Mianmian spoke in a very low voice, and no one heard it except Huang Yan.

Qin Shuyu, who was standing aside, saw Zhao Mianmian frowning and immediately cast a concerned look at her.

Seeing this, Zhao Mianmian quickly put away the disgust on her face and replaced it with a simple and ignorant look:

"Why, Grandpa Imperial Physician is also feeling unwell like Mianmian?"

Barrage:【……】

Huang Yan: “…”

Miss He asked frankly, and Huang Yan didn't know what to say. He twitched the corners of his mouth and stammered to get the topic over with.

Huang Yan took Qin Shuyu's pulse for a long time, and just when Qin Shuyu couldn't help but ask, he finally withdrew his hand.

As soon as Huang Yan entered the room, he realized that Zhao Mianmian's illness was not as serious as Qin Shuyu described. He tried it and found that it was true.

But the purpose of his coming today was not really to take Zhao Mianmian's pulse, so he deliberately exaggerated the illness and found an excuse to send Qin Shuyu and a room full of maids away.

[Oh my god, are you sure? That's it? You can't even tell that the host is pretending to be sick. Is he really a royal doctor? ? ]

[Haha, this is so funny, the anchor finally got what he wanted and can stay at home. According to the doctor, if you don't stay in bed for half a month, you will be unworthy of his reputation.]

[Why do I feel like this old man is acting strange today? He was never so hesitant when he treated the old lady and Miss He before. Could he have recognized the identity of the anchor?! ]

【You know what, this is really possible. 】

Huang Yan did recognize Zhao Mianmian's identity, but it was not as the barrage guessed, that he recognized her as an alien.

After Qin Shuyu, Dong Zhu and others left the room one after another, Huang Yan actually stood up and moved aside with a serious expression, as if he was making room for someone.

As soon as he stood up, the "medical officer" who had been standing aside with his hands lowered and his eyes lowered walked forward impatiently.

The man didn't say much, but took out a green and yellow jade pendant from his pocket and placed it on the table next to Zhao Mianmian.

[Eh? Host, this jade looks familiar! ]

[Ahhh, I remember, there seems to be a similar piece in the anchor's jewelry box. Last time, she told Dongzhu not to wear that piece, because, because of what? ]

[…Because the jade pendant makes her look…short!]

[Yes, yes, that's the one that makes her look short!!]

After being reminded by the barrage, Zhao Mianmian finally remembered the jade pendant that she had thrown into the jewelry box and had not seen the light of day for a long time.

But she didn't know what this person's purpose was at the moment, so she could only blink and asked him in confusion:

"Is this... a meeting gift for Mianmian?"

Bai Shi trembled the corners of his mouth and quickly began to explain.

"Miss He, I am Bai Xi, an inner disciple of Zhou Tian Medical Sect, and my master is Bai Yao, the 58th generation master of Zhou Tian Medical Sect."

"The jade pendant in front of you is actually a pair of twin jades. This one is Qian jade, and the other one is exactly the same and is called Kun jade."

"The Kun Jade is the token of the head of my Zhoutian Medical Sect, and it has always been in the hands of my master."

"Originally, this matter is an internal matter of my Zhoutian Medical Sect, and I shouldn't have bothered Miss He. But a month ago, my disciples found the remains of our master in the wilderness, and the Kunyu that he carried with him was also missing!"

The middle-aged man paused, looked at Huang Yan with a complicated expression, and continued:

“A few days ago, I accidentally learned that the token of the head of my Zhoutian Medical Sect appeared next to Miss He, and I was very surprised.

Although I came here abruptly, I am also extremely helpless. I just want to ask Miss He, when Master entrusted the Kunyu to Miss He, did he leave any words? "

[Fuck, is there anyone who talks like that? He's helpless? He's almost pointing fingers at the anchor, saying she had something to do with the death of that damn leader! ! ]

[Ah, Zhoutian Medical School, what is that? It seems to be very awesome. ]

[No matter how awesome he is, I say, the anchor should ignore him. Who knows if this person was sent by the Xuanlin Guard to test the anchor's identity? ? ]

[Hahaha, if that's the case, you think too highly of the anchor. She's so cowardly and cowardly, who would think of testing her? ? The Xuanlin Guards have nothing to do every day! ]

[Wait wait wait, can you please stop going off topic. Am I the only one who is curious about that Kunyu Qianyu thing? Is it really the token of the head of Zhoutian Medical Sect?]

[Ah? Host, why don’t you think about it carefully, where did you get that jade from? ? ]

Zhao Mianmian had no idea where she got the jade from. She frowned, tried hard to digest what the barrage said, and looked deeply at Bai Di and Huang Yan.

Finally, he jumped down from the brocade stool, put on a stern face, and said seriously:

"I'm sorry, Mianmian's surname is Zhao, not He."

Barrage:【……】

Bai Qian: "..."

Huang Yan: “…”