Originally, Zhao Yong's lethargy, Zhao Xing thought that the child was hungry and hungry. But Zhao Xing was busy for a long time, and Zhao Yong still didn't mean to wake up, and he also let out a faint whisper.

Zhao Xing immediately became nervous, couldn't wake up soundly, and whispered, this was not a good sign, he dropped the work in his hand and rushed to Zhao Yong's side in one step. Zhao Yong's face was flushed, and when he touched his forehead, it was as hot as a soldering iron. Troublesome, the delicate and expensive prince, after two days of sleeping in the open, he developed a high fever.

This is a scary illness, high fever and burning people or burning stupid things is too common in this era, so Zhao Xing decided to try his best to save this child's life, no longer for the emperor of bullshit, but for the feelings of the two who have already given birth to feelings.

First of all, it is necessary to look for the cause of the high fever so that you can find a way. The right medicine? There's got to be medicine.

After some examination, Zhao Xing found the source of the disease - Zhao Yong's finger had a wound, which was already red and swollen, and the small area was ulcerated, and it had suppurated.

If you think about it, it will be clear that when he smashed pine nuts yesterday, because he was attracted by his own avenue, he was absent-minded, smashed his fingers several times, and the wound became infected.

Knowing the crux of the problem, this thing is easy to do, because as long as the inflammation is reduced, the high fever will naturally subside. And the ancient method of reducing inflammation, I still know it by coincidence. If you don't say anything, you can master everything, even if it's some fur, then you don't know when you will save your own life or someone else's life.

If you know the materials, you should look for them immediately, otherwise you will kill this kid.

put Zhao Yong, who had begun to become confused, in the hole, and then stood up and prepared to leave, but Zhao Yong, who was already confused, instinctively grabbed the corner of Zhao Xing's clothes, and his voice was vague but with fear and crying: "Teacher, don't abandon each other." "It's an instinctive dependence and pleading. The translation is: "Teacher, don't abandon me." ”

This sound made Zhao Xing's nose sour, and tears almost flowed. This is delirium in the subconscious, Zhao Yong, a child, is dependent on adults and himself, he is not afraid of death, but afraid of his own abandonment of him.

Zhao Xing squatted down and looked at Zhao Yong, who was about to fall into a coma, but in order not to abandon him, he told him with sincerity from the bottom of his heart: "I will not abandon you, because you are already my disciple and my student." Because, you are already my companion. Then he took a deep breath and patted him gently: "You are my brother." I'm not a beast, I'm not cold-blooded and ruthless, so I won't abandon you. I'm going to get you some medicine. You get a good night's sleep, and then I'll come back, and you'll be well. Remember, our teachers and students, our brothers, will definitely walk out of this forest and out of this forest of life. Then, our brothers worked together to create a great cause that no one had ever done before. Hold on, you'll wake up when I get back. ”

This is the clearest expression, the most sincere confession.

In those eyes, there is almost doting and never leaving.

Zhao Yong understood, nodded lightly, then let go of the hand that was tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, slowly closed Qianjun's eyelids, and fell asleep with a steady breath.

Walking out of the cave, the first thing Zhao Xing did was to light a bonfire at the edge of the cave. This is so that when he is away, the beast cannot come near. Then the entrance of the cave was blocked with wood, in order to prevent the little beast from entering and harming Zhao Yong, the ashes of the original bonfire were thickly spread at the entrance of the cave, which was not to let the snake and scorpion intrude.

Having done his homework on protection, he lifted his sword, took a deep breath, and then paused and walked into the unpredictable forest. He needed to find a medicine, a long snow-white, a fungus like steamed buns, and in the north, people called him horse dung bags.

I don't know what the scientific name of this fungus is, but in later generations, the fungi served on the table are all eaten, and only care about their taste, who has ever asked the name?

But a middle-aged Chinese medicine practitioner who was good friends with Zhao Xing once criticized the anti-inflammatory drugs of Western medicine with disdain in front of him, and then said the following words: "Everyone says that Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine, and Chinese medicine is not supported by scientific theories, which is a lie." So I'll ask those who blindly worship Western medicine and abandon Chinese medicine, how did his ancestors survive when there was no Western medicine? Could it be that he is a bastard with a borrowed surname, or a youkai jumping out of the grass? When Westerners are going all out to suppress traditional Chinese medicine, how did Westerners survive before the era when there was no chemical industry? Westerners are stupid and have not formed a theoretical system, so is that big V even worshipping stupidity? ”

For such a superficial refutation, Zhao Xing admired the five-body throw to the ground.

So, in the face of Zhao Xing's inflamed wound for half a month, according to the finger that the doctor said to amputate, he took out a package of white powder in the drawer, and said to Zhao Xing very mysteriously: "Traditional Chinese medicine, the ancestral secret recipe of pure Chinese medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, medicine to eliminate diseases, Sheng Hui a pack of one hundred, thank you." ”

A hundred oceans were gone, and at that time, Zhao Xing took this and looked at it without a spoonful of white powder, and was very disdainful: "You vampire cheats people, even your friends, me, whatever." ”

As a result, after returning home, I sprinkled this powder on the wound, and when I got up the next day, my fever subsided, and the wound that had been treated with Western medicine for ten days to reduce inflammation also disappeared and no longer leaked pus.

Such an effect simply made Zhao Xing grateful to Dade, so he took two bottles of good wine and a roast chicken, and ran to thank this brother who saved him from becoming disabled.

In the wine table, two people spit out the truth after drinking, Zhao Xing reviewed his misunderstanding of this brother, and the brother patted Zhao Xing's shoulder and laughed: "I just see that your kid usually cheats and cheats and drinks without bleeding, so I asked you to buy wine for a hundred oceans, in fact, the elixir in your mouth is a worthless horse manure bag." In the summer, the mountains are all over the place, and the rural people use him to make sauce, which is delicious. ”

Zhao Xing broke off relations with him on the spot.

A person who enters the dangerous forest alone really needs courage, grabs the sword, takes a deep breath, and then resolutely and tremblingly enters this dark and dangerous world.

Zhao Xing was lucky, because when he walked about a mile, he found his target, which was very large, the size of a small basin, and the top was long and cracked.

Zhao Xing squatted down, put the sword in his hand aside, and then carefully dug it out, just when he carefully carried the horse manure bag into his arms, he suddenly felt a tightness in his scalp, and then the skin on his body was covered with pimples. The survival instinct stimulated by the danger made him roll, grabbed the sword and swung it.

With a scream, a yellow beast of unknown origin pounced on the place where he had just squatted, but flew with a mark of blood that was also slipping.

It was a young tiger the size of a dog, probably because of his lack of experience in predation, so he let Zhao Xing escape.

The little tiger let out a cat-like wail, as if he was calling an adult, Zhao Xing immediately ran back, and when he fled back to the camp, he saw that there was no tiger behind him and his parents were chasing after him for revenge, so he was relieved.

Carrying the sword, he entered the cave, but fortunately, Zhao Yong was fine, but he slept more deeply, and he had fallen into a semi-comatose state, but he didn't breathe.

The wound on the finger is not big, the black and shiny that has been swollen, Zhao Xing is ruthless, swings the sword, and cuts the swollen fingers that are almost as fast as carrots, a stream of fishy black and white pus and blood, how far the arrow spurts out, ten fingers to the heart, and it didn't even make Zhao Yong wake up and cry out in pain, it can be seen that the fingers have no feeling, and Zhao Yong's coma has reached the point.

There was a lot of blood, and when it was about to stop, Zhao Xing squeezed it with his hands, and he didn't stop until bright blood flowed out. Then he took out the horse manure bag, took out the dry powder in it, and directly applied it to the wound with the means of a mason, and then tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it tightly.

Everything was in order, Zhao Xing could only resign himself to fate and did his best.