Jane's condition was not very good. Although it was not to the point of delirium, it was dangerous enough in this era. It was no wonder that Mr. Bentley was so nervous.

At this time, Circy could not help but resent Mrs. Bennett. She did not take her daughter's health seriously.

The doctor hired by Mr. Bentley had done a simple treatment and was now letting Jane sweat. If the patient's condition did not improve, he would start to bleed.

He was now standing at the low table in the room. The medical bag was open on the table, and the three-edged needle was inserted at the edge. It looked like he was ready.

Over the past ten years, she had seen many doctors' so-called treatment methods. Not to mention the rough and violent methods, some were even more like witchcraft than proper witchcraft!

Why didn't she see anyone catch these doctors as witchcraft?

Circy cursed silently as she walked to Jane's side.

What she brewed was a magic potion. No matter how weak the effect was, it was still a magic potion.

This meant that a magic potion to treat colds and fevers, no matter what the symptoms were, as long as it was a cold or a fever, it would be cured.

But on the surface, she still had to pretend to check the situation.

But the doctor was not going to do it.

He saw a young girl approaching with the posture of a doctor and immediately felt that his authority was being challenged.

As the only doctor in Longborn, he had always been arrogant when treating patients and looked at people with his nose in the air.

Mr. Bentley and the others were obviously people of high status, so he restrained himself a lot. But this time, when he saw a young girl coming to join in the fun, he was not going to let it go.

"Not just anyone can treat a patient." He snorted coldly and mocked in a strange tone.

Circy looked down on this incompetent quack and did not bother to pay attention to him. She just reached out to check the temperature of Jane's forehead, put a new towel on her forehead, and tucked her in.

Circy ignored him, but it did not mean that Elizabeth ignored him. The girl who was worried about her sister had a bad temper. She opened her mouth and retorted, "That's right!

You need to have some real skills to treat a doctor. "

At first, the doctor thought that he was agreeing with him, but when he realized that something was wrong, his face turned red. "I don't want to treat this disease!"

Even though he said that, he had no intention of packing up and leaving. His face was cold as he waited for the others to urge him to stay.

He sneered disdainfully in his heart. He was a serious doctor. Without him, did this group of people really expect that little girl to treat them?

This was simply ridiculous!

Sure enough, Mr. Bentley immediately became anxious. He had never heard of the legendary Circy decoction in the neighborhood. At this time, the doctor was his only hope and he repeatedly apologized, "Please don't go!

The two ladies are too worried about the patient. Please don't take it to heart. "

Circy stopped pretending to check the situation and looked at Mr. Bentley in surprise.

She thought that this person was just infatuated with Jane's appearance. Looking at his nervous expression, could it be that he was sincere?

Elizabeth still wanted to say something, but Circy pulled her away. "Liz, come and help me. Jane will be fine."

"Oh, by the way," she walked to the door and turned her head again. "Please give me half an hour. You will know if I can treat the disease." She pursed her lips, and there was a sly smile in her eyes.

Darcy noticed that her eyes had turned a beautiful grayish-blue.

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"Why don't you let me say it!"

Elizabeth was still unhappy when Circy pulled her to the kitchen. "That person is really annoying, as annoying as that Mr. Darcy." She lowered her voice at the last sentence. After all, she was still worried that they were in someone else's territory.

Circy's hands kept washing and cutting, and the pot was boiling water.

"You want to cook it on the spot?" Elizabeth looked at her curiously. "I haven't seen it before!"

"As long as you don't think it smells bad." Circy looked at her with a smile, her hands still moving methodically.

In her field of expertise, she had always been confident and calm.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Elizabeth couldn't stand it anymore.

She waved her hand and retreated. "Forget it, I'd better go and look after Jane." After that, she hurried away.

Circy let out a long sigh of relief. Just right.

With her watching over him, he had to cast a spell to confuse the strange materials while preventing her from noticing anything.

Elizabeth was a smart and sensitive girl. She was very nervous.

To be honest, Circy, who had been exposed to the smell of the magic potion for a long time, also couldn't stand it.

Taking advantage of the time when the previous material had just been added and the next material was not in a hurry, she couldn't help but wave her hand and cast a spell to isolate the smell. Otherwise, the whole Netherfield would be uninhabitable.

Cooking a pot of magic potion mainly depended on the fine guidance of magic. The size of the fire was not so important to Circy.

When the color of the liquid in the pot turned light brown, Circy put it in a bowl and brought it upstairs. It was exactly half an hour.

Speaking of color, the magic potion itself actually came in a variety of colors. For example, this kind of magic potion for treating colds should be a beautiful pale gold.

But that would be too conspicuous. It would simply be labeled as "I have a problem, I'm not normal."

Therefore, Circy often added some auxiliary materials that didn't change the efficacy of the magic potion and adjusted the pot to a relatively normal color.

Elizabeth was very familiar with Circy's finished magic potion. She had drunk it herself. The taste was really strange. It was bitter and astringent. The first time she drank it, she almost spat it out directly.

It was impossible to get used to the taste.

Sure enough, as soon as she smelled the familiar smell, Jane opened her eyes. Elizabeth quickly helped her sister up.

Even if she was sick, it was difficult to hide Jane's beauty. It was better to say that illness made her more beautiful, and it was easy to arouse people's desire to protect her.

At this time, the sickly beauty smiled softly and reached out to take the bowl that Circy was holding. She held it and drank it in small sips.

Circy quickly handed over another small bowl with some translucent liquid in it. "It's boiled with licorice. Wash the taste away." She pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.

Jane couldn't help but rub the top of the little girl's head. "Dear, you are so sweet."

Circy had always had no resistance to this kind of gentle person. Her hair was slightly messy, her face was red, but her eyes were bright. "I was also very worried about you." The girl's voice was particularly soft when she was shy, like a kitten meowing at people.

Her eyes were still gray-blue in the room, but the blue in her pupils seemed to have melted and was about to flow out, shimmering.