I'm an acting genius

Of course, the little drug boy couldn't avoid it in the end, and was kicked by his master and rushed to beat him.

Xie Jingyang, who was pressing the person on the bed over there, also turned over and straightened the arm that had been removed before.

The little drug boy trembled when he heard the tooth-acheing bone sound, and then looked at the bruised and purple pinch marks on the young man's neck on the bed, and the state of the other party's coma...

He looked at his general with condemnation in his eyes.

——This is too, too...

Before he could come up with a suitable description, he was scolded by his master again to help.

However, as the protagonist, Xie Jingyang didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest - there was nothing to be embarrassed about at all - he sat down to the side and watched the old doctor roll his eyes and check his tongue.

This faction's calm attitude actually made the little drug boy doubt about his guess.

This……

Maybe, there is some misunderstanding?

After all, the general is not that kind of person...

The more Mr. Ping inspected, the tighter his brows were. When he finally withdrew his hand on his pulse and his face was ponderous, Xie Jingyang asked in good time, "Are you really sick?"

This question made the old doctor blow his beard and stare, "Can there be a fake disease?!"

Xie Jingyang had long been used to the other party's temper, and he didn't show any signs of annoyance after being taught such a lesson, he just nodded to show that he understood.

After all, the other party really didn't look like he was pretending to be sick.

And according to Mr. Ning's usual performance, if his consciousness hadn't been really blurred, he wouldn't have lost his composure like that.

Xie Jingyang stopped talking after he finished asking what he wanted to confirm, but Ping Lao did not speak again for a while, and began to gather the neatly groomed white beard on his chin with his hands.

Xie Jingyang waited for a while, seeing that the person still had no intention of speaking, he couldn't help asking: "Is it very sick?"

Although the disease seemed to be menacing, Xie Jingyang thought it was not a big deal because Ning Kezhi was usually in good health and did not seem to have any weakness, but seeing Pinglao's current appearance, it might not be a big deal.

He frowned slightly.

Xie Jingyang still hasn't figured out the purpose of Mr. Ning's coming to Xie's mansion.

I just don't know if this person is really seriously ill, this person will stop here, or just give it a go...

There are too many variables, even he can't control it.

During this change of thoughts, he couldn't help revealing a bit of murderous intent, which made the old doctor glared at him again, and said bluntly: "Or you don't let the old man come over at all!"

No doctor would be in a good mood when he saw someone trying to take his patient's life.

Xie Jingyang restrained his murderous aura slightly, and cupped his hands, "Please."

He still cherishes talents.

Although this Mr. Ning's purpose is unknown, he has never done anything harmful to Xie's mansion. However, people with great talents and personalities are also different from ordinary people. Xie Jingyang has always kept people in the mansion. The meaning is for personal use, and after several trials, the other party's attitude is indeed ambiguous.

(Ning Kezhi: Exploration? What rock pool? The story of Xiaoshitan?)

Seeing Xie Jingyang's appearance, Dr. Ping reluctantly controlled his temper, and asked the patient a few more questions about his usual behavior, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he muttered "It's strange", and muttered a few more words Xie Jingyang couldn't understand the pulse.

Xie Jingyang waited for a long time before finally the old doctor came and explained his illness in words that normal people could understand.

"According to this pulse condition, I thought he was born with a weak disease, resulting in qi stagnation in the chest and lungs, and poor blood stasis all the year round... But you said that he is no different from ordinary people, and he has no qi deficiency and weakness..."

The old doctor babbled and analyzed the condition, which seemed so contradictory, and finally gave a conclusion——

"From this point of view, it can only be a 'heart disease'!"

Xie Jingyang's purpose was always very clear, he patiently waited for the old doctor to finish talking about his condition before he said, "How to treat it?"

Doctor Ping responded with three simple words, "There is no rule of law!"

Receiving Xie Jingyang's suspicious gaze, the old doctor's face seemed to be a little annoyed that he was questioned about his medical skills, "Didn't I hear what the old man said just now, is it a 'heart disease'? He feels that he is sick and doesn't want to live anymore. Sick... When he has figured it out and figured it out, the illness will heal naturally."

Doctor Ping said the second half of the sentence, but he didn't hold out hope.

The pulse also has the meaning of "perennial stagnation in the heart", obviously it can't be solved overnight, and if he can really figure it out, this person won't be tossing himself to such a half-dead state.

——So it was this “heart disease”?

Hearing this, Xie Jingyang knew why Doctor Ping was so angry.

Doctors are benevolent, and they really can't see this kind of people who look for illnesses without illnesses.

But thinking of the passionate emotion he saw on the other party half an hour ago, which almost burned his life, Xie Jingyang seemed to understand why this sick person came to this point.

Doctor Ping is probably a standard hard-mouthed and soft-hearted man. Although he said "there is no rule of law" with a face full of anger, in the end, he laid out paper and ink, and his subordinates kept prescribing a "peace of mind" prescription, and entrusted him, "People don't get sick suddenly. Think about what happened to him before, and he was stimulated. Then he will have a memory and avoid it in advance..."

This made Xie Jingyang frown. Although he was being watched by others, it was to see if this Mr. Ning had any actions to convey information to the outside world, and he didn't want to watch every move.Moreover, this Mr. Ning is very sensitive to these things, and he found a reason to send all the servants away earlier, so naturally he has no way of knowing what happened to the other party at the moment.

Doctor Ping didn't know Xie Jingyang's thinking, and continued: "It may be that there is something special about this day... You mean he locked himself in the room early in the morning, that means he knew that he would be like this. There is no way to avoid it... But since he knows it in his own mind, it is not completely hopeless..."

Doctor Ping babbled on, but Xie Jingyang was a little lost in thought.

Special day?

Today's day is special enough for him, it is the anniversary of his elder brother's death, and he just sat all night in front of his father's and brother's monument.

He had just wiped the inscription on the inscription with his own hands——

Xie Jingmao.

[Don't...don't go...]

[Jing...栙 (details)...]

Xie Jingyang suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Ning Kezhi lay on the bed with blank eyes.

A blank expression with a lost soul.

Conscience warranty for things in the system mall.

It is said that it is a one-day illness, that is, 24 hours, not more than 1 minute. Ning Kezhi completely healed as soon as he woke up, and there was no sequelae left.

but……

The disease on the body is cured, and his heart is "dead"!

Just now!Just now!The moment he woke up! !

The system told him a shocking news.

He spent a skill to temporarily improve his acting skills, and staged the show of true feelings of "I still can't forget even when I am seriously ill"...

Everything was perfect in the first place, whether it was the illness he bought with a huge sum of 0.01 points, or the one-time skill that he got lucky enough to draw, even the final coma was just right.

but!but! !

Just now, the system told him——

He, called, wrong, main, horn, attack, of, name, character, gone! !

What level of nightmare is this? !

Ning Ke Zhizhi wanted to cover his head with the quilt and sleep again quickly. When he woke up, the system told him that all this was just a dream.

But the cold reality just slapped his face indiscriminately, restricted by the halo of temperament, he couldn't even do a simple action such as covering his head with a quilt, and could only lie straight on the bed with his eyes open.

#Tired and destroyed, this world#

……

…………

Paralyzed for a long time, unable to escape from reality, Ning Kezhi tried to convince himself——

The pronunciations of "foreign" and "detailed" are actually similar, right?The two words are quite similar.

Was it normal for him to slur his words when he was strangled at that time?

And his voice is so low, maybe the protagonist Gong didn't hear it...

……

But after talking about ten thousand, Ning Kezhi still didn't have the courage to take a look at his current points.

The six o'clock that he worked so hard for half a year!

Shouldn't it be deducted to zero now?

wrong!

He also bought a disease in the mall, which should be negative now! !

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

During this short half-hour period, Ning Kezhi's mood has gone from bewildered and exhausted, refusing reality to destroy the world, to self-hypnosis.

But in the end, it can only be——

Accept the truth.

He rolled over from his back to the wall.

But still blank.

After a while, he lightly said in a tone as if he could ascend to heaven at any time, [Tong'er... let's make a discussion, next time, when you give a reminder... please, must, use, type, print, type ...]