"No" Ziwei pushed away the white-shirted man, rushed over with an arrow step, and pushed away a few young people.

The white-shirted young man took a step ahead of her, picked up his wrist to probe his pulse, and shook his head regretfully at Ziwei.

Ziwei asked the white-shirted young man to lay flat on his back, tilt his head back, and then untie the young man's collar, relax his belt, and immediately kneel on his side with both legs, contemplate deeply, take a deep breath first, lean down and lean down The soft lip flap is close to the pale lip flap of the young man in the water, and blows hard to carry out artificial respiration, and a pair of clear eyes are staring closely at his changes.

After rescuing for a while, she leaned down and opened her clenched teeth with the tip of her tongue, and then took a breath and blew hard, she felt a faint breath in his mouth responding, she was happy in her heart, the tense nerves relaxed a little, her tongue probed deeper, and sent a breath deep into his mouth, from the mouth through the respiratory tract into the abdomen, his throat "rumbled", and a mouthful of water spurted out of his throat.

"Oh God!"

"This girl is an immortal, and the fairy energy she blows out can revive the dead."

"I once heard the master say that there are immortals in the world, but this girl is an immortal reincarnated and an immortal."

The white-shirted young man looked thoughtfully at the petite figure.

At this time, a heroic young man in a blue shirt flashed out from behind the crowd, approached him, whispered a few words into his ear, he frowned slightly and pondered for a while, then walked up to Ziwei and said with a smile: "Brave girl, you have to take a step in advance, if you need it, please find me." After speaking, he took off a piece of jade pendant on his body and handed it to Ziwei.

The blue-shirted young man's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Childe ......"

The white-shirted young man stopped his exclamation with his eyes, interrupted the sentence he was about to blurt out, and stuffed a piece of fine jade pendant with a crystal clear body into Ziwei's hand: "Girl, please put it away, if you encounter something difficult, you can use this jade pendant to find the shopkeeper Wang in the largest jade shop in the capital, and he will help you tide over the difficulties." ”

Ziwei pinched the fine jade pendant glowing with colorful glass light and was about to refuse, but the white-shirted young man turned around and left flutteringly, and the blue-shirted young man followed, and the two turned over and quickly left the crowd, beating the horse and whipping away along the pipe.

It took a long time for people to withdraw their adoring gaze. Eyes fell on Ziwei's body.

Ziwei rested for a while, gradually eased up, and when she slowly stood up and was about to leave, she suddenly felt the hem of the wet robe attached to her body tighten. She stopped, looked down at the young man in the water.

"Why is the girl troubled?" The young man in the water tugged at the hem of her wet robe, struggled to get up and questioned her, but when he bowed slightly, he fell heavily to the ground, panting.

Ziwei squatted down and touched his forehead, his forehead was hot: "Childe, you are sick." ”

"Don't worry about it!" A hoarse voice spat out from his trembling thin lips, he breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he spat out a few more mouthfuls of water, and lay on the ground gasping weakly.

Suddenly, her heart throbbed, her feet unconsciously retracted, her body approached him, stretched out her hands to support her hot body, and asked softly: "Childe, are you sick and need me to find someone to take you home?" ”

His cheeks were surprisingly handsome in the remaining twilight, his wet hair was sticking to his face, his wet shirt was clinging to his body, and a puddle of water was left on the ground.

The young man tried to open his black eyes and lock the big clear and bright eyes without blinking, leaning on the soft body, a faint fragrance of purple flowers seeped out of her neck and penetrated into his nose, this familiar feeling made his heart tremble violently, his lips moved slightly, his hands stretched out slightly, wanting to touch the big clear eyes, and wanting to push away her soft body, telling her that men and women do not kiss, and the honor is extremely important to the girl. I wanted to ask her why she wanted to save him.

was entangled in pain, and suddenly his expression became extremely painful, his handsome facial features were distorted and deformed, and his hands covered his chest violently and twitched. A sharp pain hit him, causing him to bend and arch his legs and grunt in pain. The pain was so painful that the tips of the toes were hooked, and it couldn't relieve the severe pain. An irrepressible painful sound came out of his mouth: "Oops, oops"

Ziwei's heart suddenly fell into the deep valley, panicked, and helped her to call: "Childe, where is your home, tell me, I will send you home and find Lang Zhong for treatment." ”

The young man's face was as pale as paper, and he shook his head with difficulty, and his head slowly drooped.

"Oh, this son doesn't know what evil he has done, he just sent a breath of fairy qi to revive him, and now he doesn't know what disease he has, and he faints in pain."

"I think this son is bent on death"

"Young people can't think of ruining themselves, but fortunately they met a kind person and saved their lives."

"Miss, you are such a nice person, do you need help?" A middle-aged man complimented respectfully.

"Uncle, please send him to my place." Ziwei gratefully handed him over to the middle-aged man.

An ordinary horse-drawn carriage sped towards a more remote place.

In a remote compound.

A pale, extremely handsome young man lay on a single wooden bed. Lang Zhong sat on a stool and carefully checked his pulse, pondered for a long time before getting up to pack the medicine box

"How?" Ziwei asked anxiously.

"This son suffers from angina, I just gave him acupuncture and the heart rhythm disorder has calmed down, I will prescribe him a few more pairs of medicine for wind and cold, you can let him take a few pairs of Chinese medicine every day in the morning, noon and evening." Lang Zhong prescribed the medicine and advised.

Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief and handed the prescription to the middle-aged man standing next to her: "Uncle Zhang, you give Lang Zhong the consultation money, and then go and grab a few pairs of medicines and come back to boil them for Gongzi to drink." ”

Uncle Zhang respectfully took the prescription and took out the consultation fee: "Sir, this is a little bit of Miss's heart." Please take it. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "'No, no, Miss, you are chivalrous, brave to go into the water to save people, and blow a breath of fairy breath to save people Who doesn't know, the girl is still like this, in the next is not talented, the doctor has a parental heart, how dare you accept the girl's diagnosis money?" ”

"You should accept it with a little thought." Ziwei motioned to Uncle Zhang to give it to him again. Uncle Zhang shoved the silver taels in his hand into the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man put the silver taels on the table and said with a smile: "Then I can use your consultation money to buy a question?" ”

"Sir, please." Crape Myrtle poured a cup of tea and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man asked modestly: "Is there really a fairy spirit in the world?" , girl, you can blow a breath of fairy breath to save the son, what kind of breath is you? ”

Ziwei laughed "hehe": "Mr. is a doctor, how can you believe that breath is immortal qi, I just took the method of artificial respiration to rescue the drowning person." ”

So she carefully told the middle-aged man about the method of artificial respiration, and the middle-aged man understood it and praised it sincerely: "This method is very wonderful, and I learned a trick to cure the disease and save people, which is worth the trip." He bowed respectfully and left the courtyard.

After the medicine was boiled, Ziwei patiently fed him spoonful by spoonful, and looked at the young man carefully, estimated to be nineteen years old, with extremely elegant and handsome facial features, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and as beautiful as a crown of jade. I don't know whose son this is, and what kind of background he has.

She flashed in her mind that when Uncle Zhang took off his wet shirt during his coma, his bare back was crisscrossed with cane wounds, and it should have been several years to look at the depth of the scar, and she didn't know what kind of situation this young man had encountered to be beaten like this?

At that time, Uncle Zhang sighed for a long time: I don't know who made enemies with him? Beat a good boy like this with a ruthless hand.

While traveling in space, a spoonful of potion was fed to his lips, and the juice ran down the corners of his mouth and into the back of his ears and into the bushes of hair. She subconsciously scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed him, the spoon hit his nose, she came back to her senses, took out a silk handkerchief and tried the medicinal juice on both sides of his nose, threw away the silk handkerchief that was wet with the medicinal juice, and went out with the medicine bowl.

The young man barely opened a pair of burning red chaotic eyes, his eyes fell weakly on the silk handkerchief, the chaotic eyes flashed, and it took a long time for his hand to move, propped himself up, picked up the silk handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms.

At this moment, there was the sound of small footsteps outside the door.

He slowly closed his sloppy eyes. Groggy and fell asleep again.