"Doctor Fang, my family has vegetables and white rice, so I only bought two roast chickens, one for thirty-five yuan, and two for a total of seventy, and I will find you thirty." Ling Xiaoyan counted very carefully and handed the thirty yuan to Fang Hong.

In fact, there is not much food and rice left in her house.

Fang Hong put the money away, smiled and touched Ling Xiaoyan's little head: "I'll eat here at noon, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Well, no problem!" Ling Xiaoyan seemed quite confident in cooking.

"Xiaoyan." At this time, Ling Wanfu, who was sitting on the bed, called out to his daughter.

Ling Xiaoyan immediately looked at her father, thinking that he had some orders: "Dad......"

just said the word "dad", but the whole person was stunned.

I saw that although my father was still skinny, he looked much more energetic, especially the green energy on the surface of his skin had faded, making him finally look more like a person than a ghost.

"Dad!" Ling Xiaoyan shouted, the roast chicken bag in her hand fell out of her hand, and she didn't care, she quickly ran up and looked at her father carefully: "Dad, are you okay?" Has Dr. Fang cured your illness? ”

"Not yet, it's not that simple." Fang Hong said: "I'm just helping your dad suppress the yin poison in his body for the time being. ”

Ling Xiaoyan immediately turned around, hugged Fang Hong's legs, raised her little face and pleaded: "Doctor, you must cure my father, please, if you cure my father, I, I, I will marry you as a wife when I grow up!" ”

After all, Ling Xiaoyan was only eleven or twelve years old, and even if she was sensible, what she said in a hurry was inevitably a little out of tune.

Fang Hong couldn't help but be moved.

It is not an easy thing to move this old monster who has lived for more than 500 years and read all the joys and sorrows of the world.

"I promise you." Fang Hong gently stroked Ling Xiaoyan's little head: "I will definitely let your father recover his health." ”

……

The children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age. Ling Xiaoyan, who is only more than 1.3 meters tall. It's standing on a small bench and making a lunch.

Cooked three plates of vegetables. A large pot of white rice.

This is almost all that has been poured out of this destitute family.

plus the two roast chickens I bought, and put them on a crumbling table.

Ling Xiaoyan first served a bowl of rice to her bedridden father, and then came out to accompany Fang Hong to eat.

……

"Xiaoyan, why do you just eat rice and chicken." Fang Hong saw that Ling Xiaoyan was eating white rice and the dishes were not moving at all, so he cared.

Smell the enticing aroma of roast chicken. Ling Xiaoyan couldn't help but swallow her saliva secretly, but she shook her head: "No need, I'll just eat." ”

Fang Hong sandwiched a big chicken leg and put it in Ling Xiaoyan's bowl, and said with a smile: "Just eat a chicken leg, your stomach and intestines haven't been stained with oil and water for too long, but you really can't eat too much meat suddenly." ”

"Thank you, Doctor Fang, thank you......" Ling Xiaoyan bit her lip tightly, and finally couldn't help but slide down two lines of tears, dripping into the rice bowl.

"Silly girl, don't cry. From now on, a qiē will be fine. Fang Hong comforted her.

"Uh-huh!" Ling Xiaoyan bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

……

I have to say. Huang Luan's work efficiency exceeded Fang Hong's estimate.

After all, he is the boss, and the boss is not good at doing things, but employing people.

On the way, Huang Luan called his subordinates one by one, telling each of them to find something separately, and then gather at the same place.

In this way, the efficiency was naturally greatly improved, and before four o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Luan collected all the things listed by Fang Hong and sent them to Ling Xiaoyan's house.

The things Fang Hong needed this time were: a large wooden barrel, a pound of cinnabar, a hundred pounds of old peach wood that was more than ten years old, ten pounds of old turmeric, and a total of twenty-eight flavors of various medicinal materials.

Fang Hong checked these things one by one and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, you did a good job." ”

Huang Luan actually felt flattered, and immediately said, "Doctor Fang has won the award." ”

"Lao Huang, you are responsible for decocting the medicine, Xiao Yan is in charge of boiling ginger water, and you have to use peach wood to burn ......" Fang Hong began to instruct the two of them, each performing his own duties.

And he himself selected a piece about the thickness of an arm from the hundred catties of old peach wood, and cut it with Ling Xiaoyan's kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife had been used for a long time, and it had been broken and blunt, but in Fang Hong's hands, it had become a "dragon slaying knife" that sharpened iron like clay, cutting those hard old mahogany, which looked similar to cutting carrots.

Huang Luan on the side was secretly surprised, although this doctor Fang had a strange temper, his "magic skills" were the same, which made people unconvinced.

Sawdust kept falling to the ground, and soon a piece of peach wood in Fang Hong's hand turned into a comb-like object, but there were no comb teeth.

Make one piece, then the second piece, the third piece, and finally make a total of seven pieces.

At this time, Ling Xiaoyan also boiled a large pot of old ginger water, poured it into the big wooden barrel, and then burned it again until it was filled with half a large wooden barrel.

"Lao Huang, you go and help Lao Ling into the wooden barrel to soak in ginger water." Fang Hong instructed Huang Luan.

Huang Luan was a little frightened when he heard this, it was really that green palm that cast too much shadow on him, but he thought that he had to count on Divine Doctor Fang to save his life, so he had no choice but to do it.

Fortunately, when he lifted the quilt, he saw that Xiao Yan's father's situation was better than he imagined, except for being very thin, there was nothing else terrible.

I even wondered why Xiao Yan's father's palms were not green now, could it be that I was dazzled at that time?

At this time, Fang Hong took out the five cinnabar silver needles that were stabbed on Ling Wanfu's body one by one, and as soon as the needles were taken out, Ling Wanfu suddenly felt that the warm current flowing in his body quickly disappeared, and at the same time, a chill suddenly rose and hit his whole body!

As soon as Huang Luan touched Ling Wanfu's skin, he immediately felt that the other party's body temperature was very low, as if he had touched a piece of ice, and what was even more terrifying was that the surface of his skin was flooded with a strange green aura at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Again, again!" Huang Luan was shocked, and at the same time realized that the reason why Ling Wanfu looked relatively normal just now was because Fang Hong had given him a needle.

Huang Luan was bold, and it was easy to help Ling Wanfu into the big wooden bucket containing steaming old ginger water, and as soon as Ling Wanfu's body entered the water, he was so comfortable that he couldn't help but take a long breath.

"It's so warm, it's so comfortable." Ling Wanfu said sincerely.

"You soak it slowly." Fang Hong said to Ling Wanfu: "Old ginger water can help you fight against the cold in your body, and at the same time make the pores of your body fully open, which is convenient for the next treatment."

After arranging for Ling Wanfu to soak the old ginger water, Fang Hong went to check how the medicinal herbs were boiling, and when he saw that they were almost boiled, he poured all the medicinal juice into a large bowl.

Then heat a large pot with peach wood, put a pound of cinnabar into it and fry it violently until the cinnabar water completely evaporates, and then pour the bowl of medicinal juice into the cinnabar and stir vigorously into a paste......

Huang Luan and Ling Xiaoyan stood by and watched, they were confused, it was really the first time they had seen such a cure, if they hadn't seen Fang Hong's skills before, they would have thought that he was pretending to be a ghost. (To be continued......)