Cheng mostly ran down the mountain crying, holding Yang Gege's mobile phone to do navigation. She had found out that there was a small 24-hour pharmacy 4.5 kilometers from the temple.

Cheng Daban passed by the bone-sided shop before, and watched how his neighbor, the one-armed Lao Zhou, treated the injuries of the two groups of people who had just finished a group fight and were covered in blood. According to Lao Zhou, who has seen more than 1,000 thighs, this trauma is easy to identify, and the most feared thing is that the patient himself does not know where the fracture is and where the dislocation is.

Cheng Daban remembered that Lao Zhou was just like himself, letting the patients lie down obediently, standing in front of the sickbed and raising his one arm, picking on the other party's tender and complete skin and flesh and drinking, does it hurt here, do you have consciousness? Those people usually either shake their heads, or can't figure out how they can hurt if they don't break here. When the other party's words fell, I saw that Lao Zhou had already seen this piece of good meat from mid-air and slashed it with a force. hit the other party and shouted, it hurts, it really hurts, and there is no forced composure. Lao Zhou turned around and ordered the little apprentice who was waiting on the side, saying, do you see it, there are internal injuries here, and I can't see it stupidly. Let's help it in and take medicine and bones.

Cheng Daban was stunned and deeply admired.

Cheng Daban recalled carefully that he had just imitated Lao Zhou's power palm, what went wrong? Obviously, Yang Gege didn't seem to be as seriously injured as those who fought in groups, why was he like a dead fish on a chopping board, foaming at the mouth and fainting? According to the plot, he should have said, ah, it hurts. Master Cheng, you are really like a god, and you can see that my muscles and bones are misplaced here. The little one will serve all his life, and he will be a cow and a horse around Master Cheng to repay you for his great kindness and virtue.

So Yang Gege is still a big weak chicken, and in the end, Cheng Daban summed it up while crying.

The night rain road is slippery, the welcoming pines on both sides of the mountain road are frozen in the cold wind, the pine branches and pine cones are messed up, and most of Cheng has fallen five or six times from the temple wall to the mountain road of these few kilometers. Fortunately, she was wrapped in Yang Gege's coat, and she didn't feel distressed when she was covered in mud. Cheng Daban followed his example, and used his hat to tightly collect his entire head, and after tightening the hat rope, only a pair of eyes that could look around were revealed.

I have already passed through the flower fields and small supermarkets mentioned by Yang Gege, and it is a small pharmacy for more than 20 minutes. The sweet voice in the navigation constantly reminds his owner intimately, pay attention to the strange rocks in front of him, and have a heart of appreciation when the rain lingers on the night, just like the frustration of life can laugh right. I only heard that most of Cheng's scalp was numb, I don't know how Yang Gege is so elegant, female robots who like this kind of ear and sideburns are chewing their tongues in their ears every day, and if they really have different tastes for people with this orientation.

When the robot girl in the navigation explained the road conditions and recited the third night rain poem, Cheng Daban could already see the small pharmacy on the map when he stood on the mountain road. A red-lettered sign with "family planning supplies" loomed in a quiet mountain dwelling, and from a distance, there was a small word "medicine" and a red cross sign on the signboard that were squeezed aside, looking so sensible and well-behaved.

"Finally arrived at the place, and the map really didn't deceive me." Cheng Daban smiled with a relieved aunt, and was busy looking at the list of medicines he had just recorded from the Internet. Anti-inflammatory drugs, Yunnan Baiyao, painkillers, bruise ointment...... Others let the owner recommend again.

Yang Gege, you must resist.

The so-called righteousness slaughters more dogs, and the negative heart is always a reader. Cheng Daban was thinking about Yang Gege lying on the futon in the broken hall, spitting blood from his mouth, unconscious, just waiting for himself to buy life-saving medicine and go back, while turning his heart sideways and pushing open the door of the small pharmacy.