After dinner, Lin Futian came to Song Xianmao and Luo Mei, the slightly depressed aura before had disappeared, Lin Futian smiled and sat down slowly. Looking at Song Xianmao's senior, he said sincerely: "Senior, I will learn your medical books and medical Tao slowly, but if I meet someone who is destined in the future, I don't know if I have the opportunity to teach him?" Song Xianmao pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Yes, if you meet someone who is destined, you will pass on my medical Tao to him, don't let my medical Tao be cut off." Lin Futian nodded and said, "Of course." ”

Lin Futian glanced at Luo Mei carefully, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "That matter, I don't know what's going on, but I will be responsible, after all, this is detrimental to your innocence and reputation, and you haven't married yet...... No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, I will be by your side unconditionally, thank you...... I can help you three times, and I will compensate you......"

Although Lin Futian said it to Luo Mei, his voice was very small, but he was still listened to by Song Xianmao word for word, the old man just took a sip of wine, and after hearing Lin Futian's words, he unconsciously choked. Song Xianmao moved his chair away from the battlefield where there was no gunsmoke, and decided to wait and see.

Song Xianmao looked at the two people who looked a little embarrassed, and thought to himself that my old man has been practicing medicine for many years, saving lives and helping countless wounded, and this time I don't know if he has done a good thing or a bad thing? Luo Mei touched his somewhat hot face, hesitated for a moment, and pretended to be angry: "Who cares about your help!" After a pause, he continued: "As long as you practice with me every day, what is the ...... that is not responsible?" Lin Futian didn't know what to say, although the exchange was not something he wanted to do, but he had to agree unconditionally, thinking that he had to learn from Luo Mei every day, Lin Futian had a headache, and felt that it was better to make the proposal he had before.

The moonlight is quiet, and the shadows are spread all over the floor.

The three of them were speechless and speechless, Song Xianmao returned to the "study", saying that it was a study, but it was actually a simple cubicle in the kitchen, where Song Xianmao completed most of the medical works in the medical field, which can be said to be equivalent to the work. Song Xianmao was writing something at this time, sometimes frowning, frowning, sometimes frowning, smiling.

Lin Futian returned to the small bamboo chair by the lake, and flipped through the [Treasure of the Medical World] under the moonlight.

It can shine on people's hearts.

Luo Mei stood in the distance, looking at Lin Futian's back in a daze, she originally wanted to practice the sword, but her saber had been broken in the battle with the demon cultists, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to use it again, as soon as she thought of this, Luo Mei was a little sad, that sword had been with her for more than ten years, and she had already cultivated her feelings, and now that the saber was damaged, it seemed that she had to find a better swordsmith to repair it.

The weather is gradually warming, and the sounds of birds and insects in the woods are gradually increasing.

Luo Mei was dressed in Lin Futian's white clothes, after all, the night was still a little cool, so she pulled the corners of her clothes and wrapped her clothes tightly, her fair face looked particularly good against the background of the white clothes, she looked at Lin Futian in the distance, the corners of her mouth opened, and she wanted to say something considerate to comfort Lin Futian, who didn't know what the reason and looked a little sad, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know whether to say it or not, this is the so-called want to stop talking.

Luo Mei moved her steps lightly, for fear of disturbing Lin Futian's quiet time, so she walked very slowly, whether she looked back at Lin Futian, or was hesitating whether she wanted to say those words, walked to the door of the house, gritted her teeth, or decided not to say anything, she opened the door with her fingers, and then gently closed the door again. Lomé suddenly patted his face with his hand, shook his head, and then lay down on the bed, because the injury on his back had not yet fully healed, so this would prevent the injury from getting worse.

She lay on the bed, her eyes vacant, not knowing what she was thinking.

Under the moonlight, the moment Lin Futian heard the door close, the hem of his clothes hung down to the ground, he covered his heart, his face was as usual, and he couldn't see that he was actually suffering extraordinary pain at the moment. Song Xianmao didn't know when he came to Lin Futian's side, he stroked his beard and smiled: "Don't hold on, that female doll has also gone back, now it's you and me." ”

Lin Futian finally spit out a mouthful of bruises, the dark blood corroded the grass on the ground, Song Xianmao saw this, and couldn't help but sigh at the young man's ability to bear, after understanding what happened, he had been waiting for Lin Futian to vomit out the bruises, but after two days, he still didn't wait, even Song Xianmao, as a medical saint, wondered if it was his own judgment error? But at this moment, seeing Lin Futian vomit out the bruises, Song Xianmao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Futian formed a magic circle at the mouth of his heart, and a green halo spread out, and Lin Futian's heartbeat could be vaguely heard. Lin Futian frowned, put his fingers together, clicked a few times on several key points, and finally his fingers hovered over a point, and he didn't click it for a long time, Lin Futian's two fingers trembled slightly. Seeing this, Song Xianmao helped Lin Futian a little helplessly, he gently pressed his fingers on Lin Futian's wrist, and a wanton flow of aura began to move slowly from Lin Futian's wrist to Lin Futian's trembling fingers, and finally pressed Lin Futian's fingers on the trick, Lin Futian's face gradually improved, bent down, and coughed up a few pools of black blood.

Lin Futian straightened up, wiped the blood on his mouth, and his face began to be rosy. "Thank you, senpai. Lin Futian said sincerely.

Song Xianmao sat next to Lin Futian and asked, "Why are you only forcing the blood out of your body now?" Lin Futian leaned back, exhaled, hesitated and said, "I don't want her to see me like this." ”

Song Xianmao smiled and asked, "Afraid of her guilty?" Lin Futian shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that I will feel even more guilty." When Song Xianmao heard this, he sighed with some emotion, this young man is the most special one he has seen in so many years, the heart of a child, how many years have he not met?

Lin Futian handed the [Treasure of the Medical World] to Song Xianmao, "Senior, the content of the book has been memorized. Song Xianmao smiled and said, "Memorize it by heart, then let me ask you, what is the most important thing as a doctor?"

Lin Futian pondered for a moment and said, "Medical skills?"

Song Xianmao took the [Medical Treasure Record] and slapped Lin Futian on the head "fiercely", and said: "As a doctor, medical skills are important, but more important is the life of the doctor, only if the doctor lives for a long time, can more people's lives be saved." ”

Lin Futian nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Senior, with all due respect, I can't see death without saving it, because I have killed far more people than I have saved." Song Xianmao glanced at Lin Futian and felt that he was not killing innocents indiscriminately, so he said, "Do you want to...... But as far as I'm concerned, if the person you kill is a bad person, you just have to have a clear conscience. ”

Lin Futian smiled and continued: "Senior, I can't do it, it's hard to distinguish between good and bad people in the eyes of the world, because of this, that's why she ......" Lin Futian paused, thinking of the woman, and couldn't continue.

The two talked for a long time, until dawn approached.

After Song Xianmao left in a daze, Lin Futian continued to sit by the lake, looking up at the sky with a sad expression.

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In the small town near Zhenling Mountain, a ragged beggar has been kicked out many times, because he has committed a crime and was released after squatting in prison for a few years, but the people here seem to value this very much, he once tried to find a job, but because of his disgraceful deeds, no one here wanted to hire him, and gradually, he became a beggar.

I don't know why, he didn't leave this town, in fact, he could have gone to another place to find a job, if that did, he wouldn't be like this, going to the temple every day to steal tribute for a living, and occasionally picking up pieces of meat on the ground that people accidentally threw on the ground, so that he could "have a full meal".

In fact, the life of the people here is not very good, most of them live a very hard life, and they are used to the days of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset" after a long time.

It's not that the people here don't know about suffering, but they're used to it and don't think it needs to change.

The beggar, who looks a little old, is actually about thirty years old, but he has been destroyed by the years beyond recognition.

Just as the beggar was worrying about what to do with his next meal, a yellow-haired man dressed in white came up to him, holding a Buddhist bead in his left hand and a cross in his right hand, dressed in a strange way. He walked along the dusty white road towards the beggar, muttering words in his mouth. The beggar was frightened, and stepped back and leaned against the edge of the wall.

The yellow-haired man walked here on foot from the far west, smiled, placed the well-wrapped pastry in his arms in front of the beggar, smiled, and turned away.

Everything that exists in the world is the eternal motive force that gives rise to his desire to help the world.

The beggar was stunned, he didn't expect someone to give him such exquisite food, he got up and looked around, but the yellow-haired man was long gone, he was a little dizzy from hunger, sat down, looked at the food, and was stunned.

The yellow-haired man came to the "boundary" of [Zhenling Mountain] and smiled: "Good, good, good......"

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On a hill unknown to anyone, a beggar walked with difficulty, he touched his belly, which had been screaming for a long time, and held the pastry in his arms tightly that he had not yet eaten. He finally reached the top of the mountain, where there were two small mounds of dirt that were already overgrown with weeds.

The beggar cleaned up the weeds for a long time, sat on the ground, and said with a bright smile: "Dad, mother, I came to see you, this is the pastry I bought, it is for filial piety to the second elder, hehe...... "The man said a lot more, it seemed that he hadn't said it for a long time.

The hungry beggar, as he spoke, gradually changed from his previous smiling face to crying silently. He knelt in front of his father's grave, he used to feel that he had no face to come to see his father, but now he finally found a chance to come here, and he was still embarrassed......

The mountains are bright and chaotic, and the heart is sincere.

The yellow-haired man seemed to notice something, looked in the direction of the beggar, and saw the beggar kneeling in front of his father's grave, and he buried his face in the soil and wept silently.

The strangely dressed yellow-haired man sighed and muttered, "Everyone is miserable,...... so he threw the cross on the ground and waved his hand.

The cross then entered the [torrent] of time, embellishing the beggar's fate.

The world can sometimes seem like a rambling pain, but luckily, there are people who make it seem less bitter.