"Oh?"

Duanmu Yawang suddenly became interested, "I think Young Master Pan can't be managed by anyone."

"His second brother can."

Su Hezhi's voice faintly said: "His second brother has been very good since he was a child, but his body has not been very good. He has always treated his second brother as a porcelain. When he is angry, his second brother will be what he says."

"Master Pan is still a younger brother?"

"Brother control?" Su Hezhi's face was puzzled.

"Ahem!"

Duanmu Yawang touched the tip of her nose, and explained: "It means to spoil her brother extremely."

"Yes." Su Hezhi nodded in agreement, "It is true."

Duanmu Yawang was still puzzled: "Is it because this is the tea ceremony, or the second brother of Pan Gongzi let him learn it?"

"Neither."

Su Hezhi shook his head and said: "When he was a child, he was stubborn and scolded every day. His family wanted him to be quiet. Don't waste time at critical times, but he couldn't control him anyway. Later, his husband again He was locked in a teahouse once and asked him to read books about the tea ceremony and find out all aspects of it. He was locked up for seven consecutive days."

"For seven days, he was bored, so he could only look through the words of the tea ceremony, but he had an understanding of some tea ceremony."

"His second brother always loves quietness and tea. Hearing this, he begged his brother to drink the tea he made himself. He locked himself in the tea room for a whole month and went to learn how to make tea."

When Su Hezhi said that, he glanced at Pan Xiangan, who was still earnestly making tea, and said: "Unexpectedly, this incident has made him quiet a lot, and the tea is also made decent."

Duanmuyan raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when she heard Pan Xiangan say: "Master Gongyu, the tea is ready, you can taste it and see how it tastes?"

"good."

Duanmu Yawang smiled, then walked over, and found that the closer she got, the fragrance of the tea became clearer. Her eyes lit up and she took a cup of it and sipped, "Good tea."

The tea slipped into the throat, silky and sweet, and the taste was really good.

Pan Xiang'an scratched his head, his ears were red, "I can make tea and it's okay to make the son laugh."

"No, it's delicious."

When Duanmu Yawang said, the small cup was quickly drunk, and Pan Xiangan hurriedly said: "My son, please sit down." After Duanmu Yawang sat down, he immediately poured her second cup of tea.

"Thank you." Duanmu Yawang was not polite, picking up a cup and continuing to drink.

Su Hezhi just walked over and saw that there was only a cup of tea on the table. With a move of his eyelids, he reached for another cup, but his other hand picked up the tea faster than him.

Pan Xiangan held the tea and gave Su Hezhi a blank eye. "If you want to drink tea, pour it yourself. I have made the tea. Is it possible that you still want me to pour tea for you?"

Su Hezhi didn't argue with him, and sat down blankly and poured tea by himself.

Duan Muya glanced at Pan Xiang'an and found it really interesting. Of course, she didn't understand why Pan Xiang'an had such a big opinion on Su Hezhi. After all, Su Hezhi was actually quite good to him.

They talked, this place was chosen by Su Hezhi!

"Master Gongyu, did you not finish what you were doing, right?" Although Pan Xiangan murmured at each other, Su Hezhi took a sip of tea and asked him the question Pan Xiangan wanted to ask.

"right."

Speaking of business affairs, Duanmu Yawang put down the quilt and said sternly: "This matter is also a matter of life and death to me, and it is very important."

As soon as these words came out, Su Hezhi and Pan Xiangan were both silent and did not speak for a while.

Duanmu Yawang looked at the two of them, and suddenly remembered what Pan Xiangan had said before, "Master Pan, you seem to have said before that your brother's illness is a swollen abdomen?"

"right."

When Duanmu Yawang talked about her brother's situation, Pan Xiangan became energetic and immediately said: "Zi'an doesn't feel pain at first...Zi'an is my second brother's name."

Having said this, he continued: "Zi'an didn't feel any pain at first, it was just weird, but gradually there was tearing pain. It is said that the pain is like a woman giving birth to a child."

"Furthermore, this kind of pain is said to occur every day during the recent period of time. It is painful and difficult to understand. The most important thing is that the appearance of the second brother has also changed. It's as if it's burnt, and the whole person is so thin as if it's been grilled again, it's shocking to see!"

Pan Xiangan estimated that he really loved his younger brother, and when he said, he blushed, "Zi An has been smart since he was a child, and he is also handsome. Ping Qili is cold and cold, but he is the most arrogant. Now he has become like this. It must be more uncomfortable than killing him!"

Duanmu Ya looked at it, frowned, but didn't speak directly. Instead, he spoke to Xiao Bailu's heart, "In vain, I am listening to Pan Xiangan's brother. How can it look like the current queen's situation?"

"The skin is wrinkled and scorched, and if there is a pregnant belly, just listening like this, it really looks a lot like it." The little white deer touched his chin and said sternly: "Isn't these two people suffering from the same disease? "

"I haven't seen real Pan Zian, so it's hard to judge." Duanmu Yawang muttered, "However, the two situations are really similar. Maybe they are really related."

"Um."

Duanmuya looked up and looked at Pan Xiangan, "Do you have any diagnosis documents about your second brother's doctor?"

"Diagnostic information?" Pan Xiangan was taken aback, then shook his head with a helpless expression on his face: "Those doctors are helpless. Even if they have seen Zi'an symptoms, no one can cure Zi'an. Since there is no way, Where can I get the diagnosis and treatment receipt?"

"Right."

Duanmu Yawang pinched her eyebrows, "Master Pan, I have no way to go to your hometown now. The only way now is for you to provide some accurate information. I will see if I can look at the information and find a way..."

"Crane understands painting."

At this time, Su He's inspiration flashed, and he said, "Why don't I draw the situation of Zi'an, how about the son looking at the drawing?"

Duanmu Ya looked bright, and immediately took a picture: "That couldn't be better!"

"good."

Su Hezhi nodded and said warmly: "Please wait for an hour, and Hezhi will paint."

Su Hezhi really did not delay any time. After speaking, he immediately walked to another desk in the box, and found some colorful ink at the counter, and another piece of paper with two large openings, neat and tidy. Unfolding, then he woke up neatly.

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to come near either. She stood a few meters away and watched his movements. He sighed and said, "At first glance, Master Su knows that he is very good at painting and his technique is very skillful."