When everyone saw Fan Lao come back suddenly, they were all a little overwhelmed, and they looked at each other a few times, and everyone described to Mr. Fan Lao the scene of Zhao Lan's madness before.

After a busy description, Mr. Fan also knew what the reason for the messy situation in front of him was, and couldn't help but let out a wry smile, looked at the surrounding villagers and shook his head: "Do you have any misunderstanding about this little brother, the old man looks at his pulse is stable and powerful, but he doesn't seem to be a person who is blinded by his mind, how can he be a fool." ”

When everyone heard that the more authoritative Mr. Fan said this, they immediately looked at each other, and then stared at Liu Er.

At the beginning, it was this kid who said that Zhao Lan was a fool, and it was this bastard who just said that he was crazy, and now Mr. Fan came forward to prove that Zhao Lan was not crazy, and everyone punished Liu Er with a righteous gaze.

Liu Er shrank his head in the eyes of everyone, quietly retreated to his friend's side, and stopped talking.

If Zhao Lan was awake at the moment, he might not know how excited he would be when he heard Old Man Fan's words.

Finally someone with a bit of a brain!

But it's a pity that he is still in a coma at this moment, and he has no chance to hear that someone has justified his name.

Hearing Mr. Fan say this, all the villagers also bowed respectfully to Mr. Fan and said goodbye one after another.

Mr. Fan looked at Zhao Lan, who was soaked on the bed, shook his head, sighed, and said to the woman in the yellow dress who had been standing behind him, holding a half-sized bag: "Yunzhu, you go to the next room and bring my gray robe, these bastards are really bad at abusing people." ”

The second half of the sentence is naturally a complaint to the villagers who have just left, a good child, and now it has become like this.

The girl in the yellow dress heard Mr. Fan's command, nodded, put down her bags and went out. Old Man Fan put down the medicine basket he was carrying, picked out two herbs with some sawn edges from them, put them in the medicine mortar on the table, mashed them, and applied them to Zhao Lan's reddened and scalded chest.

But just as he was applying the herb to Zhao Lan's skin, Zhao Lan's body suddenly twitched, and a soft snort came out of his mouth.

Old Man Fan frowned and glanced at Zhao Lan, stretched out his hand to cut the pulse at his neck for a while, and casually put his hand on his forehead, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.

It's so hot!

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, it was the girl in the yellow dress who was called by Old Man Fan to get the clothes before, and she was walking into the door with a gray Han robe at this moment.

"Yunzhu, bring the cold-warding medicine and wine in the corner of the wall, this person is cold and cold, and he needs to be driven away by external force."

Old man Fan explained to the girl in the yellow dress, and then took off Zhao Lan's clothes and took off Zhao Lan's already soaked clothes.

Looking at the several small wounds on Zhao Lan's chest, Old Man Fan couldn't help frowning.

The spider webs that Zhao Lan had put on before, because of the immersion of seawater, had disappeared at this moment, and it was precisely because the previous treatment of the wound was too sloppy that the edge of the wound on Zhao Lan's chest had been covered with pale yellow pus.

Reaching out and pressing the edge of the wound on Zhao Lan's left shoulder, Old Man Fan turned over Zhao Lan's body again and saw the wound on his left shoulder blade.

Comparatively speaking, the condition of the wound on the left shoulder blade was much better than the rest of Zhao Lan's, probably because Zhao Lan was exposed before, and the scab had formed at this moment.

The girl in the yellow dress silently moved a jar the size of a human head to Old Man Fan's hand, glanced at Zhao Lan's fairly slender body, couldn't help but blush a little on her cheeks, and turned around to pick up a quilt.

After a simple treatment of the wound, Old Man Fan rubbed Zhao Lan's body with wine, wrapped him in a quilt, placed him on the bed, and beckoned the girl in the yellow dress to leave with him, leaving Zhao Lan to continue to sleep.

Zhao Lan didn't know how long he slept groggily, until when he opened his eyes again, he found that the sky outside the window had been covered with a touch of night.

I'm so thirsty.

Feeling the dryness of his throat like a blazing fire, Zhao Lan sat up with his body propped up, touched his forehead, which was still a little hot, and sighed with a wry smile.

Why is he so injured, he has had two high fevers in a row, if he continues like this, will he become the first prince to be burned to death by a high fever.

There was not even a light in the room, it was pitch black, Zhao Lan groped her way to get up, stumbled to the edge of the table, groped on the table for a long time, and helplessly found that there was not even a lighting object in this room.

What happened after he fell unconscious, touching the gauze on his chest, Zhao Lan found that all the wounds on his body were carefully bandaged, could it be that the owner of this house has returned?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lan pulled her hoarse voice and shouted softly outside: "Hey, someone ......"

Before the words fell, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a girl in a skirt in a skirt pushed the door with a lamp in her hand and walked in, just in time to meet the eyes of Zhao Lan in the house.

The two looked at each other for a second, and Zhao Lan's face suddenly had a shocked expression like being struck by lightning.

"You, you ......"

Zhao Lan stretched out her finger tremblingly, pointing at the girl in the skirt, her throat was like a rooster crowing, constantly making a gurgling sound, and she couldn't say a word when she opened her mouth, she could only point to the girl in the skirt, her eyes were widened, as if she was dumb who couldn't speak.

But the reaction of the girl in the skirt was a little strange, seeing Zhao Lan pointing at her, she took a step back directly, covered her face and rushed out of the door holding the lamp.

The wind blew from outside the door and swept over Zhao Lan's body, making him shiver. Only then did he realize that he was still naked and naked.

the groove.

Immediately took the quilt on the bed, Zhao Lan hastily wrapped herself, rushed to the door, and chased in the direction where the girl in the skirt had just left.

It's absolutely impossible, how can two people's faces look so similar.

The glimpse that was only a moment ago was like a lightning bolt in Zhao Lan's heart, illuminating the face that would leave him forever in the depths of his memory.

Stumbling out of the door, Zhao Lan looked at the girl who was pulling an old man in a gray robe not far away, ran over quickly, grabbed her arm, pulled her in front of him, swallowed violently, and asked in a trembling tone: "You...... Who is it. ”

"Presumptuous!"

The girl in the skirt was suddenly pulled over by Zhao Lan, with a frightened look on her face, and before she could speak, the gray-clothed old man next to her couldn't help it, and when she saw Zhao Lan's sloppy appearance wrapped in a quilt and exposing most of her body, she immediately shouted and slapped him on the forehead with her palm.

But Zhao Lan's eyes were staring directly at the girl in front of him at this time, and he didn't pay attention to the palm that greeted his head at all.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhao Lan's forehead was slapped brutally by the old man's palm, and with a whirlwind of the sky, Zhao Lan shook and fell to the ground.

Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to vaguely hear the old man angrily spit out three disdainful words: "Dengzi!" ”