Before leaving, Wu Mancheng considered that the distance was far away and the people in the team would inevitably get sick, so he hired an experienced Lang Zhong to accompany him at a high price.

Lang is middle-aged and frail, usually sitting in the car, waiting for leisure is rare, unless someone is sick, he will go to the doctor.

The medical skill level of this old man does not dare to be said to be the top in the country, but he is a famous person in Foshan, if it weren't for the bastard son's gambling and huge debts, he would not have traveled thousands of miles with his ancient body, maybe he would have sent his life on the road.

Lao Langzhong waved his hand to Wu Mancheng, meaning nothing more than that it could not be cured, or that it could not be cured, either of which meant that the patient in the car would die.

The fatigue and anxiety of the past few days made Wu Mancheng lose his temper, which means that you have not been cured at all, why do you assert that you can't be cured? He insisted on letting Lao Langzhong try, even if it was a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Other cronies also offered advice to Lao Langzhong, asking him to at least try to cure it.

Feimas doesn't know medical skills and doesn't care, since the team won't set off for the time being, it is better to continue to sleep for a while and wait for breakfast.

Lao Cha knows a little bit about medical skills, and he really wants to hear the conversation between Lao Langzhong and Wu Mancheng, but he can't hear it too far away.

At this moment, the carriage in a circle was separated from the middle by the coachman's shouting, and a group of maids yawned with the old mother and went to the stream to empty the toilet.

Wu Ning was dressed in a neat men's clothes, and walked over here with a personal maid, who was carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, needless to say, it was breakfast.

Feimas and Lao Cha's meals have always been arranged by Wu Ning himself, and they eat better than ordinary coachmen, but since they deviated from the official road, the quality of food for the entire team has declined, and no one is an exception.

Some people in the team looked at Wu Ning's back and complained, and their eyes surged with resentment that could not be concealed. Obviously, in the current situation, the eldest lady still takes good care of the two beasts in their eyes, which makes them disgusted, even if these two beasts have saved the eldest lady, what can they do?

Seeing this situation, Lao Cha looked worried and wanted to persuade Wu Ning not to send any more food.

Feimas confirmed his eyes, indicating that the people's hearts were scattered, and the team was not easy to lead.

However, it also knows why Lao Cha likes Wu Ning, and will follow her all the way to the north, just because of her character of knowing how to repay kindness, she has already broken a lot of eyebrows.

Wu Ning may not be unaware of people's dissatisfaction, but she pretends not to know, at least on the surface.

When she came to Feimars and them, she ordered the maid to put down the bamboo basket, "Two benefactors, please have breakfast." ”

Feimas smelled the fragrance in the bamboo basket and wanted to lift the lid of the basket to see what breakfast was, but the old tea didn't move, and it was too embarrassed to move.

Lao Cha stared at Lang Zhong and Wu Mancheng, who were arguing, took a few steps forward, and looked back at Wu Ning.

Wu Ning has been with them for a long time, and can somewhat guess the meaning of their behavior, and replied: "A clan uncle suddenly fell ill suddenly, and my father and this clan uncle have always been good friends, so there is a bit of a gaffe, which makes the two ben gongs smile. ”

Lao Cha's posture remains the same.

Even if it is an acute illness, why can't Lang Zhong even treat it?

"Mao Engong wants to know more? Okay. Wu Ning found a clean stone, the maid spread the mat, and she sat down.

"It's okay for you two to have breakfast, and listen to the little girl. ”

It turned out that one of Wu Ning's clan uncles suddenly became ill, and it was not serious at first, but he was unwell and suspicious, and he would scream at the slightest touch, hide in the car and not come out, please Lang Zhong took a look, and Lang Zhong was diagnosed with hysteria.

Over time, his condition began to deteriorate, his body convulsed intermittently, and his mouth was full of salivation. When he woke up this morning, he was so thirsty that his lips were chapped, but he refused to drink even a sip of water, staring at the water as if he had seen an evil spirit, and even the sound of pouring water would convuls......

Ahem!

Pemmas was gobbling up something and almost choked when he heard it.

Wu Ning hurriedly patted it on the back and let it take this breath.

"Brother Fei, are you okay?" asked Lao Cha worriedly.

"I'm fine...... That's not hysteria at all!" exclaimed Feimas.

"Oh?" Lao Cha was surprised when he heard this, "I can't imagine that Brother Fei is also proficient in the art of Qihuang?"

"What strange yellow technique?" Flying Mars didn't understand the term, and thought it sounded like it came from Richard's mouth.

"It's medicine. Lao Cha explained.

"I don't know how to heal! I know it's not hysteria, because it's rabies!" said Pemmas excitedly.

Lao Cha muttered, "Rabies...... Brother Fei refers to the disease of a mad dog bite? The old man heard Miss Wu's description, and he also had doubts in his heart, but he was not as sure as Brother Fei......"

Feimas wanted to say that this pot can't only be carried by dogs, and cat scratches can also be contagious, but it doesn't hurt to explain this matter in detail later, because Wu Mancheng is calling Wu Ning to let her pass.

"Old tea, this disease is contagious, and once infected, it will definitely die! Don't let Wu Ning get close to the patient!" Feimas said hurriedly.

It glanced at Lao Cha and motioned to follow quietly.

A cat and a dog followed Wu Ning and approached the convoy.

Wu Ning looked back at them and didn't stop them.

As he walked, Lao Cha shook his head disapprenously, "Brother Fei's words are wrong, if this person is really bitten by a mad dog, although it is difficult to treat, it is not certain to die - there are many prescriptions recorded in ancient books that can prescribe the right medicine, such as taking the mad dog's brain and applying it to the patient's wound......"

The Flying Horse trembled, his body froze, and one of his raised legs could not fall.

Take the brain of a mad dog? That's cruel......

It immediately chased after it and retorted: "No! Lao Cha, I don't know where you saw it, but Zhang Zi'an said that the mortality rate of rabies is more than 99%, and once it occurs, it is basically certain to die.

Lao Cha will be skeptical, "Brother Fei's words are true, but this recipe is obviously recorded in ancient medical books, how can it be wrong?"

"It's better to believe in a book than to have no book! Anyway, I'll tell you, a mad dog can't cure the cerebral marrow! There is no rule of law for 100 years, and there is no rule of law now!" Feimas didn't know how to explain it, when Zhang Zi'an said it, it was napping most of the time, and it didn't hear it very clearly, but it heard the terrible mortality rate very clearly.

In just a few words, Wu Ning had already come to her father's side, followed by Feimas and Lao Cha.

At this moment, Feimas listened to the old man and shook his head and said: "The old man made a mistake in his diagnosis at first, and he confessed to you - this person's disease is not hysteria, but the poison of a mad dog bite, and the mad dog brain marrow must be taken and applied to the wound to be cured...... It's not that the old man deliberately shirks, here and now, where can he find the mad dog that bites him?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Pegas.