Long Zhan bent down, face to face with Ling Fei, his lips brushed her cheeks to the earlobe, his hot and humid breath teased the delicate cochlea like a small brush, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "If you are cured, you will live, I will not let you starve to death, if you are not cured, you will be useless." ”

Leng Jun's face was infinitely magnified in front of him, and the tall man blocked everything like a mountain, and the kind of cold that seemed to be targeted by a fierce beast crawled all over his back, and he couldn't move, only the man with the tip of his nose lingering was full of aggressive taste.

The scorching breath blew through her ears, and she was about to be frozen into a popsicle, Ling Fei knew the meaning of the second half of his sentence, if Long Ming had three long and two short, Long Zhan would kill himself and bury him, just like in ancient movies, a high-ranking and powerful person said viciously to the imperial doctor: "If something happens, cut off your head and bury him." ”

This is not a movie, the villain in Ling Fei's heart squatted in the corner to draw circles, cursing Long Zhan, the great tyrant. In any case, in order to save his life, he had to work hard.

Being forced with his life, Ling Fei's soft and temperament trembled, it was a big deal, he dared to look directly at Long Zhan, and his voice was louder, "If you want to cure him, you have to listen to me." ”

Long Zhan nodded, ignoring her behavior of pointing her finger at herself.

"First of all, the patient's wound is inflamed and cannot get wet, and he can no longer move, and he must stay in the tent honestly. Secondly, keep the temperature of the tent, don't let the patient catch a cold, and finally, you go with me to collect medicine. "I was no longer afraid in my heart, Ling Fei was alive, and she talked a lot of things, which was quite instructive.

Long Zhan was bold and neat, collecting all the usable animal skins in the tent and piling them up beside Long Ming, and then let the two little radishes look at the patient step by step, and soon came to the back mountain of the Flying Dragon Tribe with Ling Fei.

The mountains around the Wyvern tribe are not high, there are no tall trees, and the wild grass is only knee-high, so it is not so difficult to walk.

Ling Fei knew several herbs needed to treat rheumatism, the question was where did she find them? She was so worried that she was about to pull her hair bald, and under the supervision of Long Zhan, she had to pick off all the herbs she knew on the mountain and put them in the basket.

"These are healing things?" Seeing that she was about to run out of this piece of grass, Long Zhan asked puzzledly, how precious are herbs, and these inconspicuous grasses are?

"It's all herbs, but none of them cure rheumatism." Answering worriedly, Ling Fei quietly observed his face, preparing to run away if something was wrong.

When Long Zhan heard this, he was going to pull her again, Ling Fei was already on guard, and hid to the side and glared at him: "You promised to listen to me, do you have to regret it now, okay, you kill me, kill me, kill me to see who you find to treat your father." ”

Long Zhan shook his hand, withdrew it, and told her with a warning look, don't play tricks.

Whew, switching to the shrew state seems to be quite in charge, Ling Fei is not so afraid of him after knowing his usefulness, but he didn't start worrying for long, the wound must first be anti-inflammatory, or the inflammation will cause high fever or sepsis, then it will be really fatal.

She was really unlucky, she walked all over this mountain and didn't find the Chinese medicine she wanted, Ling Fei was in a hurry, the grass basket was stuffed for Long Zhan and he snorted and climbed up, Long Zhan didn't ask him, he carried the basket and followed her not far or close.

While climbing the mountain, Ling Fei recalled various methods of treating rheumatoid arthritis in her previous life, corrective surgery, and joint replacement? Just kidding, there's not even a scalpel here; Anti-rheumatic drugs? Anti-inflammatory? Maybe it's okay to be in the real yàn room, but don't even think about it now; Bone marrow transplant? Hehe, you're bloody.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ling Fei was reluctant to recall those home remedies, not to mention, there are quite a lot of people in the mountains who have rheumatoid arthritis, at that time, they used those earthworks passed down by word of mouth, and they worked, grandma had mentioned to her those various treatment methods before, one of which was quite simple to manage things, she was still skeptical that such a simple method could cure the disease, in fact, someone had used it with good results, but after too long, she only remembered that there was such a thing, but that recipe was in her mouth, I can't tell if I'm alive or dead.

There was a mess in the hair of the **** on both hands, and the prescription in the mouth and head just couldn't spit it out, the tip of the nose was sweating, Ling Fei took a stone and wanted to knock the head, knocked the thing out, picked a palm-sized one, weighed it, it was too heavy, throw it away, change it to a small one, the edges and corners are too sharp, and then change it・・・・・・

The people in front of him danced and danced, their movements were chaotic like a trapped beast struggling around, chattering at a stone, and the strange movements made Long Zhan, who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth, a little hairy, and vaguely felt that no one could cure her father's illness except her, so he had to guard her more carefully.

Holding a white stone the size of an egg and climbing to the top of the mountain, the cool wind blew, bringing a burst of fresh smell of grass and trees, this smell seemed to wake up the whole body, Ling Fei was much more sober, and the idea of self-harm was not over.

The Flying Dragon tribe is surrounded by mountains behind, and the one at the foot is the lowest, and as far as the eye can see, the high mountains in the distance are towering, and the shadows of the trees are hazy and white mist, like a fairyland. Looking up again, the blue sky was like a wash, and the blue sky was cloudless, as clean as a piece of blue crystal jade. Standing between heaven and earth, Ling Fei swept away the depression in her heart, yes, as long as you live, anything is possible, slaves are slaves, at least they are still alive now, they not only have to live well, but also go to find their sisters, and then the sisters want to live a life without worrying about food and clothing, they must work hard now, thinking so, the suffering and predicament after crossing have turned into full of pride at this time, and they couldn't hold back for a while, Ling Fei put her hands together to her mouth, and shouted: "Ah-"

The loud and long sound echoed between the valleys, the shadows of the trees swayed, startled countless birds, hundreds of beasts echoed, and tigers roared in the mountains and forests.

Holding the stone knife tightly, Long Zhan strode to her side, the man's dirty face and dark eyes were bright, and his whole body exuded a tenacious and unstoppable momentum, this person was in front of him but there was a feeling that he was far away from him, Long Zhan's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but want to hold the slender wrist, as if he didn't do it, she would leave here, the heavy palm stopped less than a centimeter away from the wrist, Long Zhan's heart jumped suddenly, what happened to him?

After shouting this voice, it was all comfortable, as if he had thrown off the load and burden of the two lives, Ling Fei smiled with crooked eyebrows, turned his head to Long Zhan and said, "You also have a voice?" ”

In her opinion, it is very rare to roar so without scruples, but she doesn't know that when they hunt, they sometimes need to use their roar to deter their prey, and the roar is much more ferocious than this, so naturally she can't feel anything strange about it, this kind of thing is only rare for her, a newcomer.

Cut, it's just a matter of not appreciating it, why are you pulling your face? xh118