Just when the Jiang family was discussing to invite Xu Ping back, it was in the unknown valley sixty kilometers away from Lin City.

Xu Ping was in a bamboo hut, lying shirtless on a small bed, with silver needles stuck in his back.

"I said Zhilan, this needle you gave me is for the pulse, right? It didn't help me much. ”

Xu Ping looked sideways at the graceful figure who was decocting medicine outside the bamboo house, looking a little helpless.

It has been two days since he was brought to this bamboo house by Zhilan, and in the past two days, Zhilan has either let him take a medicinal bath or pricked him with needles, and his physical condition has not improved at all, but is not getting worse day by day.

He estimates that he has a month to live at most.

Zhilan outside the bamboo house turned her head and glared at Xu Ping in displeasure, rolled her eyes and said, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?" Just do what I say. ”

"I'm afraid I won't survive the day you cure me." Xu Ping sighed.

"Don't worry, with me, you can't die if you want to." Zhilan was very confident in her words, and after speaking, she walked to the bed with a bowl of medicine.

"Drink this bowl of medicine, be careful of scalding." She scooped a spoonful of medicinal soup with a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to Xu Ping's mouth and carefully fed him the medicine.

Xu Ping cooperated with Zhilan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the last period of time, it's good to have such a careful girl to take care of herself.

Even if Zhilan couldn't cure him in the end, he was grateful to Zhilan, at least Zhilan accompanied him through this last journey.

After drinking the medicine, Zhilan pulled out the needle for Xu Ping, and then asked him to take a medicinal bath.

She went to prepare dinner for the two.

Seeing her busy work, Xu Ping felt a little emotional, hearing Zhilan say that she had lived in this bamboo house since she was a child, and only when she needed to purchase items would she leave the valley and go to the nearest village.

There is nothing to do on weekdays, and she usually doesn't leave the valley.

With only flowers and plants as her company every day, it is hard to imagine how she can endure this loneliness as a girl and stay in the deep valley for so many years.

Xu Ping asked Zhilan if she had ever thought about leaving the valley and living in the city.

But Zhilan said that she was used to being here, and every time she left the valley to go to the village to buy, she would be very uncomfortable with the kind of life in the outside world.

Only in this valley can she find a glimmer of belonging.

Time passed day by day, and it was half a month in the blink of an eye.

On this day, after Xu Ping finished taking a medicinal bath as usual, he lay down on the bed and waited for Zhilan to administer needles to him.

When the silver needle fell on his back, he was slightly stunned and let out a soft sigh: "Zhilan, did you change the needle today?" ”

"Well, start the second course of treatment, and you won't have to take a medicated bath in the future." Zhilan responded softly, her hands moving.

With her needle pricking, Xu Ping felt a heat rising in his body, dispelling a lot of chills.

His eyes lit up slightly, and then he shook his head again: "Treating the symptoms is not the root cause......

"Don't you speak, what's the hurry? I'll help you get rid of the cold in your body first, so that you don't have to suffer from cold every day. ”

Zhilan finished the last injection, wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead and said, "I used to let you take a medicinal bath every day, and use silver needles to smooth your pulse, so that this second course of treatment can smoothly dispel the cold in your body." ”

"Wait until the cold dissipates, and then the third course of treatment stimulates your internal vitality and rejuvenates your failing internal organs."

"But this process is a bit dangerous, you have to hold on, if you can't stand it, you may ......"

Xu Ping smiled slightly, and said unconcernedly: "If there is really a glimmer of life, I will definitely be able to survive, even if I can't survive, the ending will not change much, you just let go of the treatment." ”

"Don't say anything discouraged, you have to get through!" Zhilan frowned, and went outside the house to boil medicine again.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, Xu Ping's face turned red, and she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as the blood came out of its mouth, it lost its temperature and formed a layer of ice crystals when it fell to the ground.

Zhilan looked back and was startled, and hurriedly came to him and squatted down and asked, "Xu Ping, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's fine." Xu Ping gritted his teeth and replied, barely showing a smile.

Zhilan grabbed one of his hands to check his pulse, and her face changed slightly: "How can this be?" I obviously applied the needle method of wood to make fire, how could it contribute to the cold? ”

"It's not your acupuncture problem, it's the ...... in my body" Xu Ping wanted to explain, but a wave of sleepiness hit, and he fell asleep with heavy eyelids.

Zhilan shouted at him twice, and after seeing that there was no response, she checked her pulse again, and her face was cloudy: "There is an energy fighting against my needle array, what is this energy?" Where did it come from? ”

She walked to the bookshelf in three steps and two steps, and expertly picked up a somewhat worn notebook, flipped to the middle page, and looked at it line by line.

These are the notes left by her grandfather when he was studying this strange disease, and it records the various symptoms that may occur during the treatment.

However, these were all speculated by her grandfather based on theories, and not in practice.

Therefore, there will be some discrepancies and omissions, which are not recorded in Xu Ping's notes on this situation.

Zhilan suddenly seemed to have lost her backbone, and her face showed a look of panic, not knowing what to do.

"Brother...... Mother...... Dad, you save ...... Brother...... Leave me alone......"

A whisper came, and Zhilan looked up to see that it was Xu Ping talking in her dreams.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and the fact that she could still talk in her dreams meant that the situation was not the worst, and that she still had to be saved.

She calmed herself down, stopped relying on her notebook, and used what she had learned to start thinking about how to deal with the situation.

"Old man...... I hate you! Xu Ping, who was asleep, suddenly let out a loud roar, startling Zhilan, who was contemplating.

She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, held Xu Ping's hand, and didn't care whether Xu Ping could hear it or not, and comforted him softly: "Xu Ping, don't be afraid, I will definitely save you, I will definitely cure you......"

"Don't save me...... Don't save me...... Save my brother......" Xu Ping was still dreaming.

"Okay, okay, I'll save your brother, you can ......rest assured" Zhilan gently patted the back of Xu Ping's hand and followed his words.

"Save my brother......" Xu Ping's voice became smaller and smaller, and the painful expression on his face gradually turned into a smile, which should have been a sweet dream.

Zhilan sighed, pulled out the silver needle for Xu Ping, turned him over, covered him with a quilt, and then sat on the side thinking about what to do now.

Before she knew it, she was asleep too......

When Zhilan woke up, it was early in the morning, there were still stars outside, and she was lying on the bed, and Xu Ping was nowhere to be seen.

"Xu Ping!" Zhilan subconsciously shouted, sat up, and looked around, looking for Xu Ping's figure.

There was no light in the bamboo house, it was pitch black, and there was no human figure in sight.

However, Zhilan has lived here for so many years, and everything in the bamboo house has long been engraved in her mind, even if there is no light, she can remember where and what is there.

She got up and skillfully rounded the obstacle and lit an oil lamp.

Xu Ping was not in the house, so Zhilan walked out of the bamboo house, looked around the courtyard, and still didn't see Xu Ping.

She suddenly panicked and shouted loudly: "Xu Ping, where are you?" ”

"I'm here." Xu Ping's voice came from the roof, and Zhilan looked up and saw Xu Ping sitting on the roof.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"What are you doing on the roof? How did you get there? Zhilan asked with a frown.

Xu Ping chuckled, didn't answer her, stretched out a hand and spread his palm towards her, and spat lightly: "Wind." ”

Zhilan was inexplicably when a fresh breeze rose from all around her, and when her face changed, she rolled up her body, flew towards the roof, and fell lightly beside Xu Ping.

"This ...... This is ......" Zhilan was shocked in her heart, her face was dull, and she looked at Xu Ping with wide eyes.

"Amazing, right?" Xu Ping coughed vigorously twice, spread out his palm and saw that there was a pool of crystallized blood in his palm.

"You're vomiting blood again!" Zhilan took out a silk scarf from her waist, wiped the blood from Xu Ping's palm, and then sat down beside him and asked, "That was ...... just now What's going on? ”

"Don't you know?" Xu Ping glanced at her, with melancholy, pain, and memories in his eyes.

"What do I know?" Zhilan asked puzzled.

"Don't you want to cure me? He also said that ten years ago, a person with the same symptoms as me came to your grandfather. Xu Ping looked at the bright moon in the sky and said softly: "I'll be honest with you, I'm actually ...... It's not a disease. ”