"Knock"

As I staggered, my center of gravity was unstable, my head hit the head of the bed, the wound on my forehead cracked, and the bright red blood flowed down my eyes, and the whole vision was red.

Immediately sobering up, I wiped the blood from my eyes indiscriminately, and the faint pain made me feel the skin on my face being brought down.

Spread out the palms of your hands, your hands were full of red, and there were some red and white things in your hands.

"The one outside, come in."

I piled my dirty laundry aside and shouted in a dumb voice to the people outside the door.

"Miss."

At the beginning, the doctor, who was still arrogant and domineering, was like an eggplant beaten by frost at the moment, and his head drooped and moved in little by little.

I glanced at the medicine box on the ground and struggled to move my fingers to get it for me.

"Is there an ointment in there?"

The doctor nodded busily with the medicine box: "Yes, yes."

"Give me all the good medicines, and I need medicine for my throat."

He took out a large pile of ointments from the bottles and jars, and told me carefully one by one what they were for, and after a dry mouth, I roughly figured out the effect of each ointment.

I picked up a bottle of the best medicine and wiped it on the burn on my face, and after a while, the wound was cool and comfortable.

"I went out to buy medicine for my throat, I haven't eaten for more than a day."

The doctor looked at me in embarrassment, and hurriedly lowered his head: "I, I don't have much money on me."

I turned my neck, which was not very flexible, and after looking around, my eyes fixed on the drawer at the dresser.

"You go there, open it and take a look."

The doctor nodded, and ran to where I was pointing.

The doctor looked at the drawer, and then at me, as if waiting for my instructions.

"Open it and look through it to see if there's anything inside."

I didn't have much hope that I would find something of value, after all, there wasn't even a quilt in this room.

The doctor looked through them one by one for a long time, but I didn't even hear the slightest jingling sound, and it seemed that things should have been gone for a long time.

"Okay, forget it if you can't find it, the jewelry inside should be taken away by everyone."

My voice is getting quieter and quieter, and I feel like I'm dying sick.

The doctor returned in vain, and hung his head in frustration and pushed back the drawers one by one.

"Ahh

The doctor suddenly screamed, and the nail of his right index finger fell to the ground with blood. The doctor held his right wrist tightly with his left hand, layers of sweat oozed from his head, his teeth trembled and bit his lip, and his ruddy face gradually turned pale.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and spit out, "Are you going to repay me with your hands?"

The doctor's eyes, which were already small, narrowed even smaller because of the pain, and his mouth couldn't stop gasping.

I don't have the strength to say more, and now I'm bruised and bruised, and I don't have the energy to do anything more.

"What the hell is going on?"

My brow furrowed, and my whole face became more and more wrinkled.

The doctor came to his senses, couldn't bear to look at the nail that had fallen on the ground, and turned his head to talk to me.

"There's a sharp thing stuck in my finger."

Impatiently, I asked, "What's that?" Why don't you take it out and take a look? ”

Perhaps my rough voice was more intimidating than before, and the doctor hurriedly lowered his head and took things out, ignoring his own hands.

"It's a silver hairpin."

The doctor excitedly took out something to show me, and when I was applying the medicine, I saw the hairpin, stunned in place, and unconsciously reached out to take the hairpin.

I looked at the hairpin and cried and laughed, and the doctor didn't dare to look at me, just looked down at his feet.

This hairpin, the one that my grandmother asked someone to beat for me, the swallows on it are still lifelike, but my grandmother will never see it again.

As soon as I thought that my grandmother was killed in front of me, the anger in my heart could not be suppressed, and the hairpin I held was embedded in the palm of my hand, and I looked at my broken body and made up my mind to avenge my grandmother.

"Doctor, take it out and be it!"

I turned my head and handed him the hairpin, and tears fell on my clothes one by one, which was originally dark clothes, because of the smudge of tears, the hem was darker, and it looked like a scar on my body, so ugly.

The doctor thought that I would not take out the hairpin, but he looked at me with round eyes: "Are you really going to take it out?"

I wiped away the tears that didn't burn half of my face, and resumed my cold tone again: "Otherwise, what will I buy my medicine?"

Actually, what I want to say is, if I don't get better soon, how can I get revenge.

I stabbed the doctor in the face with a knife-like look, and with a slight wave of my hand full of red spots and sores, the hairpin fell in front of the doctor.

"Go, I don't have time to wait for you."

The doctor picked up the hairpin in front of him with a smile, and the pain of just falling off a nail cover was all left behind, his eyes were shining, and he happily took it and turned out.

I looked at his back and said lightly: "If you don't come back after an hour, the Ye family will make your life worse than death."

"Yes, yes, the villain knows."

The doctor looked back and nodded, and agreed.

Although I don't know why the Ye clan wanted to save me now, since I can use it, then I might as well use it.

I moved the two legs that had been pressed under me for a long time, and a piercing pain made my whole body tremble.

I couldn't hold my legs anymore, my arms propped up my body, I let my body hang in the air, and lifted the legs under me, and I could even hear the sound of flesh and clothes tearing apart.

After lifting the clothes on my legs, I found that the blisters on both legs had burst, one on the left and one on the right, pus sticking to the legs, yellowish color everywhere, and there were still stinking pus and blood on the clothes.

I took the powder and sprinkled it on my legs little by little, and the powder sprinkled on the skin and pierced into the flesh, and I pressed the trembling leg with my other hand, and bottle after bottle of powder was sprinkled all over both legs.

I looked at the remaining powder under my legs, and carefully put it all away, after all, with my current situation, I can't afford to waste a little medicine.

The powder on my legs fell off in a stream, and every time I moved, the powder fell off with white flowers, and I put it away again and again, and finally there was only a little bit left on my legs.

I looked at my mottled legs and said to myself, "How long will this take?"

I was thinking about how to keep the powder from falling, but Murong's voice came to my ears at an inopportune time.

Covering my bare legs with my clothes, I sat up stiff and waited for Murong to come in, especially at this time, it was impossible for Murong to be kind enough to come over and bring me medicine.

"Sister."

Murong still had that delicate voice, which made me almost vomit after I hadn't eaten for so long.

Murong stood outside for a short while, then pushed the door in, she came in with a smile, thinking that her emotions had been well contained, but I still saw the panic that flashed in her eyes.

"What? That's how you want to see my sister and me today? ”

I deliberately turned my face as I spoke, and finally turned my injured face to Murong's side.

"Sister, I'm here to deliver medicine."

Murong is really unguardable, last time he first wanted my life, and then he sent medicine and clothes. It's still like this, slapping a sweet date.

I snorted coldly: "My sister is so kind?"

With that, I brought my face to her and looked down at the medicine bottle in her hand.

When Murong saw me coming over, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing began to become short.

She stammered, "Sister, this is...... Yes, it was the best medicine my mother asked me to bring. ”

I patted her white and tender hand with my hand, pulled the medicine bottle out of her hand, and put it in front of my eyes to take a good look.

"Well, yes, I'll take it."

I nodded approvingly, but there was no trace of warmth in my eyes.

I turned my head and pulled out a big smile at her, "Is there anything to eat?" I am hungry. ”

Murong looked at my hideous smile, took a few steps back in a panic, and finally stood firm on the dresser.

"Yes, I'll get it over."

"Okay, let's go!"

I still had a smile on my face, but the smile never reached the bottom of my eyes, and the deepest part of my eyes was still solid ice.

The back of Murong fleeing in panic gave me great interest, it turned out that being a wicked person was such an interesting thing.

When I just raised my arm to take the medicine, I accidentally noticed that the color of the clothes on my arms was a little darker, and my body would rub against the clothes with every movement, and the arms must have been rubbed too many times and bleeding again.

The ointment I had just applied was rubbed off by my clothes, and I had to keep applying the ointment again and again until my wound scabbed.

I heard a few maids passing by talking about the bride price, and I also heard Wanyang's name.

"It's so soon! Looks like I'm going to have to heal soon. ”

My hand holding the medicine bottle involuntarily squeezed tighter and tighter, and the Wanyang of last night came to mind, and the anger in my heart completely exploded the moment I thought of Wanyang.

I gritted my teeth and chewed and spit out Wan Yang's name: "Wan Yang, I must let you die a good death!"

My chest rose and fell violently, and I decided that there was only one thing in this life, and that was revenge, revenge for my father and grandmother! I'm going to break them to pieces one by one!

"Miss, I'll deliver the food."

A timid voice in the door brought me back to my senses, and that's when I felt how much pain my hand was, and my hand and the bottle were already tightly glued together when I held it so closely.

I quietly pulled off the bottle in my hand and lowered my already rough voice: "Come in."

Xia Mei held the tray, looked at the familiar and frightened face, and walked in with vague steps.

"Once you've put your things down, you can go out."

"Whoa."

I accepted the food sent by Murong with peace of mind, and the food sent to me now is even better than when I was the eldest lady of Mufu.

It was filled with a bowl of mutton, as well as red dates and wolfberry porridge.

I stirred at the lamb in the bowl, and my eyes were dark.