Tang Baitie forced Wu Jin to sit down, put on Wu Jin's left hand, concentrated on the pulse, and after probing, he frowned, changed to his right hand, and his eyebrows were twisted deeper.

Wu Jin looked uneasy, thinking that he was suddenly seriously ill, so he couldn't help but wring his brows with him, and when Tang Baiti withdrew his hand, he said, "Doctor Tang, am I. Not so good? ”

Tang Baitie waved his hand: "It's okay." ”

"Are you alright?" Wu Jin didn't believe him when he looked like that, and said cautiously, "If there is something, don't hide it from me, my family is my master, and my parents work hard, so I don't dare to worry them anymore." ”

Tang Baitie picked up the book: "Don't hide it from you, it's really fine, it's just that I've been stuck lately, and no one has asked me to see a doctor, and I'm very disappointed to see that you are not sick." ”

Wu Jin had a false alarm, relieved, but behind it was Tang Baiti who was frightened by a layer of sweat, and couldn't help but say: "Doctor Tang, I once watched Yang Quanyan 'A doctor is not a benevolent person; If you are not wise, you can't be trusted, and if you are not honest, you can't be trusted', your heart is not an act of benevolence, how can you let the patients trust each other. ”

Tang Bai came close to seek progress, he had already entered a maze, only hoping that everyone was sick, and all of them were difficult diseases, Li Yitie saw that he was impetuous and uncertain, and deliberately did not let him go to the doctor, only letting him read in the pharmacy.

When he was irritable, he listened to Wu Jin's blunt words, and his heart chuckled, and he suddenly thought that when he first worshiped Li Yitie's door, Li Yitie had asked him to recite the words of the medicine king: "Doctor, no desire, no desire, first have great compassion and compassion, and vow to save the suffering of living beings." ”

However, in recent days, he has completely lost all his compassion and compassion, and only blindly hopes that people will get sick, which is simply lost the foundation of a doctor.

He stood up and waved his hand at Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, thank you for your guidance." ”

Wu Jin hurriedly got up and sideways to avoid this salute: "Don't dare to be, it's the authorities who are obsessed with bystanders." ”

Tang Baitie let go of his hand and sat down again: "Come to buy insect tooth medicine again?" ”

"No, it's cold, my dad is always unhappy when he breaks his leg, I'm here to buy a box of plasters I used last year."

Tang Baitie turned his head and shouted to Xiao Lang: "Awan, get a box of universal ointment for Wu Jin." ”

Xiao Lang hurriedly stood in front of the medicine cabinet and took out the universal ointment, Wu Jin thought that when Wu's mother was cloudy and rainy, she always rubbed her knees, so she informed Xiao Lang of the symptoms, Xiao Lang had not yet spoken, Tang Baitie had already said loudly: "Also use universal ointment, send you a box." ”

Xiaolang took another box and gave it to Wu Jin, who insisted on paying the silver, put the ointment in his arms, and said goodbye to Tang Baiti.

Tang Bai watched him go out, and when he saw the good wind blowing through his sleeves, he walked towards the sun, his body was dyed with a layer of golden light, his eyes were clear and clear, and it was warm to look at.

Retracting his gaze, Tang Baitie said secretly: "If this person is a doctor, he will be a good doctor." ”

After Wu Jin went out, he walked all the way to Mofu along the street, and the shops on the street were open, and the business was far worse than before.

He bought all the way, asked for ten scales of charcoal in the charcoal shop, and asked the man to send it to his home, and the man waited all morning, only waiting for him, the customer, to take the initiative to ask him if he wanted to break the charcoal.

He bought another scale of crushed charcoal—the price of charcoal this year was amazingly expensive, and his father and mother had already saved it, and if he didn't have it at home, they would be reluctant to buy it.

After buying charcoal, he picked hazelnuts, pine nuts, pear meat, hawthorn sticks, and steamed dates from the peddler's burden, weighed one pound of each, asked the man to wrap it carefully, and sent it home—the younger brother was not very old, and he was gluttonous and growing his body, and he also gave him something good to eat.

After buying things, he walked to Mofu, entered the mountain and wild residence, spread out the paper, studied the ink, sat in front of the desk, and wanted to write a New Year's list for Yin Bei.

Mo Lingfeng will go home for the New Year, and there is no one in charge of the house, and when she comes back, she sees others reuniting with their families, she is cold and lonely here, and she will inevitably feel sad in her heart.

Without writing a word, Yin Bei walked in and waved at Wu Jin: "Young master." ”

He was ordered to go to the fort to deliver insect medicine and letters, Mo Lingfeng quickly gave a reply after reading Wu Jin's story about Wang Zhizhou, he just came back with the letter, dusty, and with the unique smell of the fortress.

The smell of roughness, emptiness, dust, flesh and blood, without any modification, like a spear, rushed straight to the end of Wu Jin's nose.

"Does the Leaf still hurt?"

Yin Bei shook his head: "It's already good, the girl brought you something." ”

He placed the long box he was carrying on his desk and quietly withdrew.

Wu Jin took the wooden box in front of him, opened the lid of the box, and saw a snow-white long feather in the box.

He didn't know why, but when he held it in his hand, he only felt that this one was thick and hard, and it should be the feather of a bird of prey.

There was also a letter in the box, and he put down the unusual feather and opened it to look at it.

"Wu Jin, you are so powerful, Wang Yunsheng is probably going to die of anger."

The first line of words, the writing is quite beautiful, and then the more I write, the more sloppy it becomes, and even the words are angry: "My teeth don't hurt anymore, but the general doesn't allow the camp to give me sugar!" ”

After writing such an angry sentence, her anger subsided, saying that when they were in Huaiyuan Village, Jin Yu sneak attacked, she tricked Feng Fan to ask for sand sugar, Feng Fan went to the back camp and escaped.

So she proclaimed herself Feng Fan's nobleman, Feng Fan followed her, and she could come to the east, Feng Fan didn't believe it, but people often dangled around her.

She also said that when they were fighting back, an eagle passed by, and its whole body was snow-white, and the Qiang people thought that the gods had come, and they did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and abandoned the sword, and knelt down to worship.

After the battle, she picked up this white feather in the hands of a Qiang person, and specially asked Yin Bei to bring it back to Wu Jin to see.

At the end of the letter, she said: "Wu Jin, this white eagle has brought us good luck, I only picked up this feather and sent it to you, so that you can also take a look at the white eagle, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, the sun, the moon and the stars, in my eyes, and in your eyes." ”

Wu Jin put down the letter, looked at the white feather, and a snow-white eagle appeared in his mind, and let out a sharp cry at him without reservation.

In the corner of the study, he seemed to see the little bit of green color of Hengshan slowly spreading out, the yellow sand bounded by mountains and rivers, rolling endlessly, the sun shining on people's eyes, and the wind making noise to people's ears.

The country is picturesque, never stingy with its beauty, whether it is sprinkled with blood or tears, it is just an embellishment.

Mo Lingfeng and he have seen this scenery together, the difference is that her battle armor is cold, his green shirt is elegant, and the wind on the mountain blows towards the two of them together, blowing her wide sleeves high, like fire and clouds.

Putting down Bai Yu, he no longer replied, but picked up a pen and wrote the word "artillery battle".

There will be artillery battles during the New Year, and it will always be more lively.

He worked hard to write, and wrote this New Year's list stinky and long, without any level, even the fried melon seeds were written in it, and at the end of the writing, he looked at a full sheet of paper, and he was also dumbfounded.

There are few masters in Mofu, but there are many people, and there are aunts, and his fragmentary New Year's goods list is only enough for one person.

He changed the sheet of paper and slowly began to write again.

(End of chapter)