When Pucao woke up again, he was lying in a room that was white on all sides, with a small table next to the bed and a small half bowl of black medicinal soup. The itching felt like it was gone, but there was some swelling and pain under the flesh and skin.

The arms can move, the toes can also move, and that's all, Pucao took a deep breath, and it felt good to be alive again. After looking at this room, I turned my head to look out the window, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the sun was shining, a begonia was blooming brightly, and a few finches were jumping around on the branches, calling jubilantly, like the appearance of the Yiren woman who had just gotten off the boat after being shocked by the bustling bazaar.

Where is this? If I don't have a penny, how can I pay for the consultation? When will the current body recover, and let Cao Cripple live for a while longer, it will be cheaper for him. The weather is so good, the mildew in the grass hut should have dispersed a lot, and the hay on the bed should also be taken out to dry...... The body couldn't move, and these strange thoughts were spinning around in Pu Cao's mind, and he couldn't stop at all.

After lying down for a long time, Pu Cao's heart was a little irritable, and she felt that the cry of the finches outside the window was a little harsh, and she wanted to throw a few stones on the begonia tree to scare the annoying finches away.

The two voices went from distant to near, from indistinct to distinct, and the sound of moving a chair was mixed in between, which made Pucao detach from her dazed emotions.

"My gentlemen and I reckon that we will wake up in a few days. You don't have to come over every day, I'll arrange for someone to notify you when Pucao wakes up. Every day, the students of the medical department fed him some decoction and soup, and now he is weak and unconscious, so he swallows instinctively, but fortunately his body does not collapse completely. Pucao seemed to have heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"This matter started because of me, hey, I really did a bad thing with good intentions, if it weren't for me, Pucao wouldn't be what it is now." Isn't that the sound of the sour book bag that stayed overnight?

Lao Tzu has fallen to this point, and it is all caused by sour book bags. Pucao thought hatefully.

"I can't blame you, we haven't seen the body of Jiuyang, let alone you. A few days ago, we tried it with the ice silkworm produced in the Great Snow Mountain of Longguo, and the ice silkworm turned red as soon as it approached the pampas grass, which was exactly the same as the one recorded in the ancient books, and it should be the body of Jiuyang. "The body of the nine suns, what the hell? Are you talking about me? Pucao thought secretly.

"Is it really the body of the Nine Suns? Isn't Pucao's martial arts practice twice the result with half the effort? "The sound of the sour book bag sounds very happy.

Hmph, pretend, if that's the case, wait until I'm okay, and see how I clean you up. Pu Cao didn't believe that the sour book bag could be happy for herself.

"It's hard to say, the body of Jiuyang has to be cultivated since childhood, this child is twelve or thirteen years old, and his body was very short before, and the cultivation and forging body has eaten up a lot of this child's vitality, it is good to be alive, maybe he can only be an ordinary person in the future. Exactly how it is will depend on his own creation. ”

Hey, Bai is happy, if it is really the body of Jiuyang, worship a master as a teacher, learn the magic skills out of the mountain, and treat me Pucao like the master of the rivers and lakes, the first one will take Cao Cripple's sacrificial knife, and the second one will find a sour book bag to take revenge. It seems that it is now on the chassis of the acid book bag, why don't you practice with the acid book bag first? Lying down anyway, Pu Cao imagined the scene of holding a firewood knife and kowtowing like pounding garlic in front of him, and almost laughed.

"Thanks to Mr. Jin this time, if I killed Pucao, I would not be at ease in my life. I heard from the gentlemen, Pu Cao picked up a life this time, but it cost a lot of treasures in your small medicine cabinet. In the future, when you walk outside, I will definitely help you find precious medicines. ”

Pu Cao snorted in his nose, what kind of precious medicine can you find in the acid book bag, it must be to fool the old gentleman, and when the old gentleman comes in, I must expose the true face of the acid book bag.

"Don't worry about it, for us doctors, human life is the most important thing. Medicinal herbs are used to cure diseases and save people, no matter how precious the medicinal herbs, if they do not play their role, what is the difference between them and wild flowers and weeds? Anlan Medical Department has been inherited for thousands of years, and I believe that every gentleman will not give up on patients because of distress about medicinal materials. ”

Look at the old gentleman's mind and realm, the sour book bag you compare with the old gentleman, it is simply and pig manure on the three more episodes. Pu Cao didn't want to scold the sour book bag a little more ruthlessly in her heart, but there is nothing dirtier than and pig manure in Sanduoji. Or else, the acid book bag is the dirt on those who don't like to take a bath? Whether chicken feces and pig manure are dirtier or dirty, Pucao herself doesn't know how to choose.

"Mr. Jin is a model for us."

Sycophant, sour book bag is a sycophant. Pu Cao's heart let out a righteous roar.

"Hahaha, don't put a high hat on the old man, my generation of doctors, it should be like this, why praise it. Let's go, let's see if Pucao is awake. ”

After a while, they heard the sound of pushing the door, and the two came to Pucao's bed.

Pu Cao used all his strength, glared at Huo Dingzhi angrily, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "You hurt Lao Tzu a lot with sour book bags!"

Mr. Jin and Huo Dingzhi burst out laughing.

"You little devil, you have the strength to scold people when you wake up, and the good medicine I use is not in vain." Mr. Kim, who is kind and kind, jokes about Pucao.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault, I'll compensate you." Huo Dingzhi was not angry, but comforted Pu Cao: "You are angry, you have just woken up, cultivate more, and come to me for trouble when you get better." ”

He turned his head and said to Mr. Jin: "I'm still bothering Mr. Jin to show this kid." ”

Mr. Jin first took a pulse for Pu Cao, and then probed into Pu Cao's body with his true qi, and saw that Pu Cao's true qi was shrunk together without moving, and after about a cup of tea, he asked Huo Dingzhi: "One is good news, the other is bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

Before Huo Dingzhi could answer, Pu Cao hurriedly said, "Old man, it's okay to hear the good news first." ”

Seeing that Huo Dingzhi didn't veto, Mr. Jin said to the two: "The good news is that the true qi of Pucao has temporarily shrunk together under the suppression of the Cold Thorn Flower, and it has not operated on its own to plunder the vitality like before, and the meridians are not obviously damaged, as long as they recuperate for a period of time, they can bounce and jump." Although the foundation of martial arts is damaged, it is not devastating and destructive damage, and compared to ordinary martial artists, it is still a natural asset. ”

Pu Cao happily just wanted to hug Mr. Jin and kiss him a few times, okay, the worldly master of the fairy wind and bones kissed the black boy in more than three episodes, and the picture was so beautiful that no one dared to look at it.

"And what about the bad news?" Huo Dingzhi's mentality is steady, and he is not blindly optimistic like Pucao.

Mr. Jin helped Pucao tuck the quilt and stroked the white beard. "As for the bad news, it depends on how to understand it, if Pucao is willing to be an ordinary person, then the bad news is not bad news at all. If Pu Cao wants to live up to his talent and advance bravely in the martial arts, it will be more troublesome. ”

"Mr. Kim, please." Of course, Huo Dingzhi hopes that this black boy can achieve something in martial arts, after all, when he watched Pucao in more than three episodes, he felt a kind of destined fate.