Zhao Yan was in a big pink tent and found the little doctor Jiang.

As guessed, this little doctor named Jiang Xinyue is indeed a woman.

From the outside, the little doctor Jiang Jiang looked like she was only about twenty years old, and she wore a pink dress with the kind of taste that only a real lady would have.

"Why is it hurt? Heh, is it because you can't think of a thank you poem and you wield a knife to hurt yourself? Heh, don't worry, you don't have to be so impatient at all, I know that good poetry is hard to think of, come - let me help you bandage it a little. ”

When Zhao Yan broke into the tent, Doctor Jiang Xiao, who was originally holding a bamboo slip and sitting on a bamboo mat and watching it seriously, shook his head slightly and made a joke with Zhao Yan.

Obviously, this little doctor Jiang guessed Zhao Yan's intention wrongly, she thought that Zhao Yan, who was in a hurry, was looking for her to treat the few wounds on her right arm that were still bleeding.

Of course, the injury on Zhao Yan's arm really just looks terrifying, but in fact it is not too serious, so Doctor Jiang can still make fun of Zhao Yan leisurely.

"No, I'm not here for this, it's a few of my guards who have been seriously injured, and they are in urgent need of treatment! Doctor Jiang, please save them, as long as you can save their lives, you are willing to pay any price!"

Zhao Yan hurriedly clarified that he wanted to be like the evil dragon robbing the princess, snatching the pink-clothed goddess doctor in front of him and leaving, but reason told him that he had to explain the situation first, and then prepare the equipment, medicinal materials and treatment plan for others.

Doctors are not immortals, and saving the dead and helping the injured is not the same as the magic of changing the living, which Zhao Yan has understood many years ago.

"How much does it weigh?"

A strange color flashed in Doctor Jiang's eyes, and she finally stood up.

"Two severed hands, three severed feet, and one with a big belly. ”

Although he left in a hurry, Zhao Yan looked very carefully before leaving, and he knew in his heart where the injuries of the several guards were.

As soon as these words came out, Li Zixuan, who should still be holding Zhao Yan's hand, also showed a look of surprise, but she didn't notice the injuries of the guards at all.

The natural status of a royal nobleman makes Li Zixuan not have too much awareness of caring about the life and death of her subordinates, but this does not mean that there is anything wrong with her, but it is just due to the general environment and the size of the education.

"It's really serious, you wait for me. Doctor Jiang Xiao, who had received an accurate answer, looked over to Zhao Yan and ordered: "Hongluan, Hongfeng, you quickly find out my big medicine box; ”

"It's Miss!"

The sound of Qi brushing and brushing sounded behind Zhao Yan, and then the four maids in red clothes were busy in groups.

Doctor Jiang Xiao took down a porcelain bottle the size of a snuffbox from a multi-treasure pavilion in the tent, and then walked back to Zhao Yan.

"Reach over your arms, your injuries need to be dealt with as well. ”

Zhao Yan stretched out his hand without hesitation, the wound on his arm was indeed not deep, but after tossing back and forth for such an old day, it was already very painful.

Holding Zhao Yan's arm, Doctor Jiang Xiao flicked some brown medicine powder out of the small porcelain bottle.

As soon as these brown medicinal powders landed on Zhao Yan's bloody wounds, they quickly mixed with the blood that had not yet coagulated due to exercise, and then the blood that had not yet coagulated turned into purple-red dry and hard blood crusts.

Why does this medicine look so similar to Yunnan Baiyao?

Zhao Yan's heart is full of nostalgia, when he was a child, he belonged to the kind of bear child who was particularly naughty, so he was particularly prone to bumps and injuries, and the most commonly used wound medicine in that era was Yunnan Baiyao stuffed with a ball of cotton wool at the mouth of a small bottle, Zhao Yan will never forget the taste of Yunnan Baiyao for the rest of his life.

And the medicine used by the little doctor Jiang in front of him tastes very similar to Yunnan Baiyao.

"For three days, don't exercise your arms vigorously, don't get wet or bathe, and after three days you'll be fine. ”

When he lowered his head and stuffed the cork, Doctor Jiang Xiao did not forget to give medical advice.

"Oh, oh, yes, I remember!"

Because of his distraction, Zhao Yan, who was staring at the small medicine bottle in the hand of Doctor Jiang Xiaoshen, reacted a little slowly.

"Want?"

Doctor Jiang shook the small medicine bottle in his hand.

“...... I really want to. ”

After being a little reserved, Zhao Yan nodded, even if it was just for the purpose of preparing for a rainy day, this bottle of wound medicine that could evoke memories of the past was worth having.

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but what are you going to get in exchange?"

Obviously, what Doctor Jiang Xiao was waiting for was Zhao Yan's nod.

"Can't you really give it away for nothing?"

Zhao Yan blinked, and unconsciously sold a cute.

"No, the medicinal materials used in this bottle of medicine are still relatively precious, so I can't give them away for nothing. ”

Doctor Jiang shook his head firmly and said very frankly.

"But I don't have anything of value in hand. ”

Zhao Yan spread his hands and said, the corners of Li Zixuan's mouth twitched violently when he heard this-what do you mean that there is really no valuable object, Erlang, do you deceive people without even blinking your eyes, the "Five Aggregates Cangxuan Sutra" that you hid in your sleeves, but the priceless internal strength is good!

Of course, as the fiancée who looks at Zhao Yan more and more pleasing now, Li Zixuan will certainly not take out such a thing as Zhao Yan's hidden treasures.

"But you can compose poetry. ”

Doctor Jiang smiled slightly.

"In other words, as long as I compose a poem, I can exchange this bottle of medicine?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yan was immediately overjoyed, and he was not a matter of composing poetry!

Whether it's the Book of Poetry, 300 Tang poems, 300 Song poems, and Grandpa Mao's poems, buddy, I don't dare to say that the melons are ripe, but at least I still remember sixty or eighty percent!

"That's right, if the poem does a good job, I can also waive the medical fee for your guard's treatment. ”

Doctor Jiang nodded in confirmation.

"Okay! Write poems, compose poems, Jiang Xiaoshen, you can't regret it, let me think about it a little......"

Zhao Yan settled the matter for the first time, and then finally began to search for poems from his mind, although it is not impossible to throw a random poem out, but as a disciplined gentleman, Zhao Yan feels that it is better to find a song that is slightly suitable for the scenic spots.

So Zhao Yan looked left and right, and put on the style of a bitter bard who searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and after some random looks, Zhao Yan's eyes unconsciously fell on himself, so a poem that should be suitable for the occasion came out of his mind.

"The old ...... Today's filth is not enough to boast, and the Ming Dynasty has no end to debauchery. The spring breeze is proud, and you can see it all in one day...... See all the great flowers in one day!"

This poem imprisoned Meng Jiao's "After Dengke", which exhausted the mentality of those high school students in the imperial examination, and after being tampered with by Zhao Yan for a few words, it became a lyric poem that spoke of his dream.

Of course, if Meng Jiao is reborn and sees this poem that was tampered with by Zhao Yan, most of them will come to fight with Zhao Yan, a literary thief.

But it's a pity that Meng Jiao was not reborn, so after listening to Zhao Yan's original poem, the pink Jiang Xiaoshen Doctor's eyes became extremely bright when he looked at Zhao Yan.

Good poetry!

A good one is not boastful today, a good Ming Dynasty is debauched and endless, a good spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the great flowers in one day!

Only those with great ambitions can make such shocking poems!

"Zhao Erlang, this bottle of Baiyunsan belongs to you. ”

Doctor Jiang solemnly handed the small porcelain bottle in his hand to Zhao Yan.

"Also, don't call me any Jiang Xiaoshen Doctor in the future, my name is Jiang Xinyue, you are younger than me, just call me Sister Xinyue. ”

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Bow and thank the lazy Comrade Ying Long for his generous reward support~!