A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Han Sheng, come in." Yun Niang helped Changying tie her clothes, and outsiders entered the house.

Han Sheng carried the medicine box in his left hand and the basin in his right hand, the water in the basin barely shook, and his movements were steady, not at all like an old man over half a hundred years old.

Han Sheng hooked his foot over the square stool to the bed, put down the medicine box and basin, and then looked at Changying.

A quilt was placed around his waist, the sleeve of his left hand was rolled up, and the trouser leg of his right leg was also pulled up to his knee, revealing two external injuries. The abrasion on the arm is not too serious, and the opening on the outside of the right leg is slightly longer, which is visually caused by a scratch from a branch.

Yun Niang took a step back to the side and gave Han Sheng a place: "Changying's back is a little bruised, I'll just take medicine." ”

"It's fine." Han Sheng nodded and started to treat Changying's external injuries.

Even if the concept of the difference between men and women is slightly weak in the eyes of doctors, it is always inconvenient, Yun Niang's words are exactly what Han Sheng wants.

Yun Niang silently pestled beside her, even breathing lightly, watching Han Sheng busy work, almost making people feel her presence.

After tying the last knot, Han Sheng helped Changying pull down his trouser legs, pulled the quilt over and covered her, and took out two small porcelain jars with lids of different sizes from the medical box and put them at the head of the bed, and instructed Yun Niang: "It's a girl, it's not good to have a scar on her body, the medicine in the big jar and other wounds are scabbed off and smeared twice a day, and the small jar is an ointment that invigorates blood and dispels blood stasis, just once a day, no need too much." ”

"Well, thank you very much." Yun Niang took down Han Sheng's instructions and thanked him.

"Between you and me, there is no need to thank you." Han Sheng waved his hand and packed up the medicine box.

Yun Niang smiled undeniably, Han Sheng and her have been friends for more than ten years, and the meaning of his words is needless to say.

There was movement outside the door, Yun Niang looked up, it turned out to be Aunt Li coming up with food.

"Yun Niang, Doctor Han, come out to eat!" Aunt Li set the meal on the table outside the door and walked into the house, "You go and eat, I'll just keep it here." ”

"Aunt Li, you and Han Sheng go eat, I'm not hungry." Yun Niang said to Aunt Li with a shallow smile on her face.

"How can you not be hungry? Hurry up, go eat first! Aunt Li rubbed her hands on the hem of her clothes, walked to the bed, looked at the long tassels on the bed, and wiped her tears of joy. She has been lonely and widowed for many years, with no children and no daughters under her knees, she watched Changying grow up, for fourteen years, she has long regarded her as her own child in her heart, and she only wants her to be safe in this life.

Aunt Li insisted on guarding the long tassel, Yun Niang had no different thoughts about it, and it happened that she still had something to do, so she followed Aunt Li's wishes, brought the water basin and Han Sheng out of the house.

But Yun Niang didn't eat and went downstairs directly.

Then, Han Sheng saw Yun Niang carrying an axe and walking out. The old doctor raised his eyebrows unfazedly, holding a bowl of soup, his eyes moved with Yun Niang, watching her stop under an apricot tree not far away, and his eyes crossed - it was the tree where the long tassel fell.

There were a few crushed branches hanging from the tree, and only a few broken flowers hung on the branches in a certain direction, and the whole tree looked bald, with petals all over the ground.

Yun Niang held the axe tightly, looked up at the apricot tree, her eyes were sharp, and she waved an axe.

The iron axe seemed to have lost weight in Yun Niang's hand, as if she was not holding an axe, but a rice stalk, and she could operate it freely.

Two axes, no more, no less, the branches of the apricot tree with a thick waist shook and fell with a bang.

The air flow rushed through the hair of Yun Niang's sideburns, and the splashing petals rushed towards her, falling on her body, she coldly swept the apricot tree in front of her, and turned back to the bamboo courtyard......