I was transformed in ancient aristocratic waste

There are medicines that can make people's voice clearer, but they must be prescribed to the case. I don't prescribe general dumb medicines here. They are harmful prescriptions, and the young master should not touch them. "The old doctor was cautious and puzzled.

Gu Zhu quickly smiled and said, "It's not dumb medicine, it's the kind that changes the voice for a short time and then recovers by itself, is there any?"

The doctor still shook his head and smiled wryly: "Of course not, but the old man knows a way to insert a silver needle into the throat to change the voice." After finishing speaking, the old doctor Weng saw the young master's expression of embarrassment, and it took a while to muster up the courage, as if It is to learn, this cannot be taught! "If the young master wants to learn, the old man will not teach. If he must learn, the old man will ask the fifth master for instructions. If the fifth master nods, the old man will respond."

Gu Zhu didn't say anything, but was blocked by the old doctor, and smiled awkwardly, not daring to reveal anything, this old thing is very thieves, always said that he would tell his father, if his father Knowing what he's going to do, it's no wonder he doesn't swell his ass!

Gu Zhu's small body trembled, and he continued to drink tea with a guilty conscience, and rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead by the way.

The fool who was being inspected by the doctor turned his head slightly to look at the little girl, and suddenly felt dissatisfied. He didn't understand why the little girl didn't look at him, so he stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's head, and turned around: "Look!" I."

Gu Zhu let out an 'Oh', kicked the iron pillar, and said to the doctor with tears in his eyes, "Please take a look at me, old doctor Weng, I'm twisting my neck."