Luo Yi didn't ask for the old captain's baby, and he healed my foot injury as promised.

He didn't seem to have bothered much about a fracture that could have disabled me for life.

He always sat at his desk reading a book, or went out for a walk around the neighborhood. He seldom interacted with the people in the village, and rarely came to him when they were sick, except when they had to invite him. I was surprised by this incident, it seemed to me that there was no problem with Dr. Luo's medical skills, and I asked him about it, and he just replied, "I am only responsible for healing, not for healing." ”

His answer was a bit painful, and my curiosity intensified to find someone else in the village for an answer. It's a pity that the village seems to be dead, and there are only a few families who don't talk about it, and even the old captain is not very well received, and no one is willing to answer my questions.

Dr. Lowe had to go up the mountain every morning to collect medicine, except in the most bad weather, with or without patients. In order to repay Dr. Luo for curing my foot injury and taking me in, I would get up early every day to go to the mountains with him to collect medicine. At first, he was a little reluctant, frowning and telling me clearly not to follow him. But I still followed him and offered to help him get the medicine basket, and after a few days, he accepted me.

The old captain seemed to be still worried about my broken foot, and every day he came to Dr. Luo's house to see my injuries, and at the same time brought him some wild vegetables and fruits picked from the mountains. I asked the old captain when he was going to leave, and he said that a broken bone was not a trivial matter, and that he wanted me to stay here a little longer. Actually, to be honest, I don't want to live here, the people in the village seem to have been affected by the disaster, frowning every day, and at most saying hello when they meet. Dr. Lowe frowned, too, but unlike them, I know, he only does when he's serious.

Slowly, Dr. Luo began to explain to me what the name of the herb he picked was, what it was called, what side effects it had, and what the toxicity would be if he took too much. I listened with great interest, not because I liked to learn about medicine, but because I felt like he treated me like his own child.

I never asked about Dr. Lowe's family, and we only talked happily in the morning when we were collecting our medicine. When he got home, he cooked as usual, and I helped him chop wood or light a fire.

"Doctor Luo, the child's fever does not go away, you can take a look."

One afternoon, an anxious neighbor carried the child into Dr. Lowe's house under the poisonous sun. Dr. Luo hurriedly took it and put it on the bed, the child looked about ten years old, looked like he was burnt and confused, and his mouth was talking in a trance.

"What's going on?" Dr. Lowe asked as he took his pulse.

"This kid, a few days ago, I had a little cold, and we didn't take it seriously, so we gave him some medicine casually, the medicine seemed to be a little expired, we thought it was okay, but I didn't expect the child to be sicker after eating, alas, this doesn't burn like this. Dr. Luo, you adults have a lot, don't worry about ordinary trivial things, show them to your children. ”

Dr. Lowe didn't answer him, he didn't look at him, he just took his pulse carefully, and after a while said to the child's father, "Go and boil some hot water." Then he looked at me: "Go and bring the Houttuynia cordata I picked in the morning, and the large-leaved grass and knotweed root that I have dried." ”

"Okay." I answered with the child's father, and after a while, the hot water and medicinal herbs were ready, and Dr. Luo was busy decocting the medicine for the child, the smell was too big, and he waved his hand to signal me and the child's father to go out first.

The old captain sat outside, and saw that the house was busy not coming in, and was looking at the sky and smoking a cigarette leisurely.

I walked out with the father and sat next to him.

"Well, I hope this kid gets better." He folded his hands and kept muttering. From the medicine that Dr. Luo asked me to take and the child's symptoms, I guessed that nine times out of ten this disease was pneumonia, and a big reason was caused by the indiscriminate taking of medicine when I was sick, I couldn't help but be curious, so I asked the child's father:

"Why don't you come to Dr. Luo when you're sick? Do you have a bad relationship? ”

"Alas, little brother, you don't know as a foreigner, this Doctor Luo... It's a bit entangled with our village, yes, he is a good doctor and a kind person, but because of that incident, our whole village doesn't want to look for him when he's sick, unless it's a last resort..."

"Which thing?" I asked curiously.

"He turned out to be a doctor who was admitted to the city, and when he left, he promised us to let us go to the city to enjoy a good life, but then he couldn't go on and came back, and not long after he came back, our village got a big plague, he was a doctor, he treated the disease and saved people, but there were few cures."

"Then you can't blame him, maybe the condition is really serious." I said.

"Of course, he is not to blame, but he also had the plague, and it seems that it was there from the beginning, and the villagers suspected that the plague was brought by him, and came to us to collect medicine to cure his own disease, but most of our villagers died."

The old captain sneered and continued to smoke.

I don't know what the city is like, but the old captain has seen the world, and I don't think Dr. Lowe would have left the city and gone to this poor country to heal himself if he had the plague first.

"Maybe there's some misunderstanding between you," I said, looking at the child's father.

"Maybe, but either way, I hope he can save my child's life." After saying that, the child's father sighed deeply, folded his hands together and began to read things, and I sincerely hoped that the child would be well, because I had always believed that Dr. Lo was a good person. But pneumonia is really difficult to treat under such medical conditions. "Ugh." I also sighed deeply, hoping that this child would have a great life.

After taking Dr. Luo's medicine, the child's fever subsided a lot, and he slowly fell asleep. The child's father thanked Dr. Lowe vigorously, but he just waved his hand to show that he didn't need to say more. Dr. Lo prescribed a few more doses of medicine and told the father how to decoct the medicine and how to take it, and his father took the child back.

"You're such a good doctor." I looked at Dr. Lowe and said.

"I'm a good doctor, but not a good person." He said coldly.

"But you saved this child's illness."

"It's my responsibility to save someone's life, and it's none of my business whether he dies or not."

I looked at his back still frowning and reading carefully, and I couldn't imagine that he was a bad person, even if he didn't admit it.

In the next few days, I continued to follow him up the mountain to collect medicine, and slowly, his attitude towards me also warmed up. In fact, he is a kind and kind uncle, and he is not as cold as he says. He began to talk to me about life at sea, told me that he would like to visit the sea if he had the chance, and joked that he would be a ship doctor for us. But he didn't mention the situation of studying medicine in a big city, and every time I mentioned this topic, he shook his head and sighed and said, "It's okay not to mention it." Over time, I also made him a forbidden area for us to chat with each other, and never mentioned it again.