Yinling looked at Abba's angry eyes, she didn't speak, she didn't dare to speak, but she couldn't understand when Abba who had always regarded herself as the pearl of her palm started to lose her temper with herself for a stranger, and he couldn't understand what he had done wrong.

Looking at the silver bell with tears pouring out of his eyes, Barra felt that his tone seemed to be heavy again, and his heart softened again, and then said: "Ling'er, Abba doesn't blame you, but it's ......"

"Abba, you weren't like this before, I hate you!" Yinling threw the wooden stick in her hand, covered her face and turned to run, at this moment she really didn't know who to tell her sadness, because in this big mountain, she didn't even have a friend.

"Ling'er......, Ling'er ......" Barra thought about catching up, but when he just took a step, he stopped again, and after turning to look inside the house, he finally gave up chasing Silverbell, because he believed that Silverbell should be fine in this mountain.

Seeing his daughter disappear, Barra shook his head, he used to always be afraid that he would get hurt, always worried about sadness, but as she grew up, he found that he didn't understand her mind more and more.

"Grandma Yinling, it would be nice if you were here." Barra looked at the sky with his head high, sighed deeply, and then closed his eyes and thought about Aunt Yinling, although Aunt Yinling had been away from him for more than ten years, but whenever he closed his eyes and missed, her familiar face still appeared clearly in his mind.

When bits and pieces of the past resurfaced in his mind, Barra couldn't help but feel sad again.

Twenty years ago, she and he were both part of Bazhai, he was the only college student in the village, he was the only doctor in the village, and his excellence was the pride of the whole village; She is the princess in the village, her beauty is one in a hundred, the voice is as beautiful as a lark, her nobility makes all men only admire without any disrespect, for the combination between them was originally a match made in heaven, but it is also a happy relationship, but for hundreds of years the rules in the village have forced them into this deep mountain range, although so, but they have no regrets, because they believe that as long as they can be together, then they are happy.

Silver Bell is the crystallization of their love, is the fruit of their happiness, they put all their hopes on this one daughter, but he never thought that Aunt Silver Bell would leave him, and the person he loved deeply wanted to leave him, and he was helpless, this is the saddest thing for Bara.

The growth of his daughter made him see the hope of life again, and when his daughter pulled him back from that depressed life, he concentrated on medical research, because he wanted to keep Yinling and her mother's only daughter left in this world forever, and he wanted her daughter to always be healthy and happy.

That's right, Yinling grew up, and the tears in the corners of her eyes alone were enough for Barra to be nervous, not to mention that she was hurt a little.

"Uncle Barra, are you still outside?" Just as Barra was pondering, Luo Zhaoyang's voice came out of the room.

"I'm still here!" Barra replied loudly, and it was at this time that he remembered to discuss the plague with Luo Zhaoyang.

Seeing Bala Bedo walk in from the outside, Luo Zhaoyang said a little embarrassed: "I'm a little thirsty, can I drink some water?" ”

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the plague, I forgot about this one, you see you just woke up, you must be thirsty and hungry, you wait a while, I'll go get you something to eat now." Barra said a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, uncle, about the plague, my grandfather's prescription, I don't know if it is suitable or not, you can take it for a brief time to see if it can be used." Luo Zhaoyang found that he remembered very clearly what he was doing, but for other things, it was fragmentary, and from his doctor's point of view, he felt that he was very likely to have selective amnesia.

"Do you have a recipe? That's great. Bala was curious, he was just anxious to show Luo Zhaoyang the medicine of his prescription, and now listening to Luo Zhaoyang's willingness to show his ancestral prescription to himself, he couldn't help but express his admiration for the generosity of the young man in front of him, you must know that some people are not changing the ancestral prescription, and now Luo Zhaoyang has no half of the consideration, so he gives this prescription to himself for reference, which makes him feel surprised at the same time.

"That's right, but I don't know the medicine in this recipe, I always feel that it's wrong, neither I nor my grandfather have encountered the plague, so we can't confirm whether this prescription is feasible." Luo Zhaoyang remembered that when his grandfather mentioned this recipe to him, he also specially told him to be careful with his medication.

"There should be nothing wrong with this ancestral inheritance, but ......" Barra's brows furrowed again, although he was nervous now, he couldn't experiment with patients, if he didn't use the medicine properly, it would eat the dead.

"I'm also worried that there's something wrong with Fang Zi, right?" Listening to Bara's somewhat hesitant words, Luo Zhaoyang seemed to be able to understand his worries, but now that there was such an opportunity, of course he hoped that Bara could help him confirm whether this recipe was correct and whether it was helpful to the plague.

"That's right, even if we doctors can't save people, don't hurt people, I just want to do my best, he doesn't want others to be my white rats." Barra turned around and walked out, although Luo Zhaoyang's confession made him a little more worried, but it was a happy thing for him to have someone to discuss and discuss with him.

Half an hour later, Barra walked in with a plate of hot soup, and although he still had unconcealed worry on his face, he was full of confidence in the pot of soup in his hand.

The aroma of the thick soup quickly filled the entire room, making Luo Zhaoyang's stomach, which had not eaten for a few days, immediately ring.

"Let's eat, and we'll discuss the next thing together when we're done." Bala looked at Luo Zhaoyang's embarrassed look, he reluctantly let himself squeeze out a smile, after all, the old club didn't know if anything would happen again, he didn't want the plague to spread further, if that was the case, even he wouldn't be safe to live here.

"If nothing else, just for Uncle Bala, you have a pot of soup, I, Luo Zhaoyang, am going to the soup, and I will not hesitate to do it."

"You are too serious, I am just a doctor, it is my duty to save lives and care for the wounded, and in Bazhai are my relatives, so I hope to do my part to help save them." Bala said lightly, although he has such hopes, but in the entire Bazhai so far, only the old club is really willing to let him go for treatment, and the others still maintain a rejection mentality.

"Hope everything goes your way." This is Luo Zhaoyang's most sincere blessing, when he finished speaking, his mouth was completely sealed by the soup sent by Bala, he didn't expect that a big man like Bala could also make a delicious soup, just this, it was enough to make Luo Zhaoyang a little admired.

Bara, who was guarding the side, looked at Luo Zhaoyang's gobbling appearance, and he smiled, because finally one more person tasted his success, and it was also Luo Zhaoyang's appearance that made him think of Yinling again and think of his daughter's cuteness.

The exchange of medicine, starting from Luo Zhaoyang put down the empty basin, although this discussion and exchange between them cannot be commented on with some forums in the world, but their meaning and content are believed to be a feat, although the final result is that the two people are blushing, but in the end they still determined the formula.

"Fangzi, don't reveal too much for the time being, if something happens, you call them to come to me, I'm a foreigner, what can I afford." Luo Zhaoyang looked at Bara, who was bowing his head and writing the recipe on the paper, he said lightly.

In the conversation just now, Luo Zhaoyang knew that there was a misunderstanding between Bala and Bazhai, and it didn't matter if Fang Zi couldn't cure the people in the village, what he was worried about was that Fang Zi would kill people, and then Bala would have nowhere to live, on the contrary, he was a foreigner, even if he wanted to be investigated, he could just leave, he didn't want his kindness to cause more trouble for Bala.

Hearing Luo Zhaoyang say this, Bala raised his head, smiled at Luo Zhaoyang, and then lowered his head to copy the recipe, when he carefully folded a piece of paper and put it into the pocket of his jacket, he said: "Don't worry, I asked you to open this recipe, no matter whether he is useful or not, I will not bother you." ”

"And what are you going to do now?" Luo Zhaoyang asked, he wanted to know how Bala could convince the others in Bazhai that Bara's recipe was useful for the plague.

"Not far from here, the old boss who has been taking care of our father and daughter should believe me, he plans to give him the prescription to try first, and if it is useful, I will let him take the medicine to other villagers." Barra has already made up his mind to pay attention, the old club's illness has always been repeated in the past two days, and now with this prescription, he believes that the old club can cure the disease with medicine.

"I hope they may know how good you are, and I hope they can accept you again." Luo Zhaoyang imagined that one day Bala could leave here, return to the Bazhai he had been looking forward to, and return to his relatives.

Luo Zhaoyang's expectation is Bara's hope all along, but the recipe they summed up today is not a tool that Barra used to exchange for his relatives to restore their confidence in him, for those things that deceive the world and steal his name, he Bala has never disdained, even if this plague is really eliminated, he will not accept others' gratitude to him, if a person has a purpose from the beginning, then his personal morality will definitely have problems.