"The arrow was taken from the fortress," Li Yitie put the silver needle back in place, "Even if the arrow is taken out completely, it is not clear whether there are any small fragments left in the wound, and the wound is too deep to be completely cut and checked."

Speaking of this, he turned his face away and focused on the medicine box, not looking at Mo Qianlan's face.

Mo Qianlan is not a good person, but in his opinion, Mo Qianlan himself is already an irreparable tragedy, and Mo Lingfeng is very likely to embark on this road.

He then added, charitably, "I can save her life."

The tight strings in Mo Qianlan's brain were loosened, the boiling blood subsided, and a layer of fine and dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Looking down at the blood on the placket of his clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for letting her rest these days...... I'll come to the house."

When Li Yitie went out of the house, it was already full of clouds.

There are a few red crape myrtles planted outside the house, the flowers are fiery red, the breeze comes, the flower branches tremble, the dancing swallows are shocked, and the flower shadows continue to move with the sun shadow, until the flower color and the glow merge into one color, and then gradually disappear.

He sat down in his chair and looked at the two small medicine stoves that were grunting.

He has treated thousands of patients, but no one can move him as much as the Mo family brothers and sisters.

Because they didn't stop here, it was a pair of hands that pushed them alive to such a situation.

After Mo Qianlan fell into a coma with epilepsy, he used needles many times to force Mo Qianlan to fall asleep, so as to prolong his life and allow him to accompany Mo Lingfeng more, but Mo Qianlan still woke up.

An aunt stood up and cautiously asked, "Doctor Li, can we go in and feed the ginseng soup to the uncle?"

They had been sitting in the courtyard, and they didn't hear any other movement except for the heavy sound of Mo Qianlan falling out of bed.

Li Yitie picked up the fan and fanned the fire: "Just now I gave Mo Jiedu an acupuncture, forced out a mouthful of blood stasis, you all clean it up, take this medicine, and change the prescription again."

The aunt nodded and went to bring hot water, Li Yitie looked up at Yin Bei, who was squatting at the gate of the courtyard and waiting for dispatch, and shouted: "Yin Bei, is Cheng Sanye still in the front hall?"

"Yes."

"You go and invite Cheng Sanye here, and say that I have something to do with him."

"Okay."

Cheng Ting was splashing ink in the front hall at this time - as expected, as expected by the eldest sister of the Cheng family, the worship stickers handed to Mo Lingfeng were piled up in the front hall like snow, from the officials to Liu Boyu.

He replied to the posts one by one, sent people out, and secretly sighed that he had never written so many words in the scientific examination, and at the same time thought that his handwriting was dragon and phoenix dancing, handsome and chic, and promised that no one who received the reply could not see what he wrote for three or two days.

When he was writing with cramps, Yin Bei came to interrupt him to cast a spell, saying that Li Yi had a request.

Cheng Ting was confused, put down his pen and went to the second hall with Yin Bei, and Li Yitie brought him into the main room again.

The aunts had already left, and Yin Nan sat by the door guarding, holding a plate of steamed buns in one hand, picking up the steamed buns with the other and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing like a ruthless executioner.

However, as soon as she swallowed the bun in her stomach, she shrunk her neck and retched silently - she had eaten too much of the bun in Shuozhou, and she still remembers the taste vividly.

The door was closed, and there was only a dim light left in the room, and it was already halfway through the hour, and the night would fall at any moment.

Li Yiti didn't light the candle, turned his head and motioned for Cheng Ting to follow: "Come here."

Cheng Ting followed for some reason, and walked to Mo Qianlan's bedside: "Doctor Li—"

Immediately after, he saw Mo Qianlan's open eyes!

"Aunt—"

Li Yitie had already calculated that he would scream, and was about to reach out to cover his mouth, but Cheng Ting sat on the ground, his eyes widened like a ghost, and his hands trembled: "Aunt, aunt, aunt, aunt......"

His hen-like "aunt" kept coming, and he got up quietly, suspicious that he was dazzled, and cautiously looked at Mo Qianlan again.

His uncle was coarse and messy, and he was weak Luo Qi, but he was like a jade mountain, and his eyes were shining, indeed

Sober!

Mo Qianlan's residual power still existed, Cheng Ting reviewed his life in an instant, knelt on the ground with a "plop" sound, trembling all over, and saw his uncle raise a finger and "shhhh

"Why are you staying here?" Mo Qianlan doesn't talk nonsense.

"Huh?" Cheng Ting didn't hear a word, and stuck his head over, "You, what did you say?"

Li Yiti understood and told Cheng Ting in a low voice.

Cheng Ting replied in a low voice like a fine joint: "It's the big yellow dog, it bites my sleeve on the street and doesn't let go, I followed it, this dog has become a sperm."

Mo Qianlan said, "What about the other than that?"

Cheng Ting barely heard what Mo Qianlan said, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no."

He swallowed the word Wu Jin back from his throat, his heart began to beat wildly, and his back quietly bent down.

For some reason, he always felt that it was better not to mention Wu Jin in front of Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan closed his eyes, he didn't have to look at Cheng Ting's weakness and stupidity, and he knew that with Cheng Ting's mind, there must be antecedents that would make him so nervous, and he didn't move here.

The only person who is smart enough to see through the current situation and closely related to the Mo family is Wu Jin.

He asked, "What letter did Wu Jin send?"

"Letter?" Cheng Ting's back was covered with sweat, but he couldn't care about the heat nervously, "What letter, Wu, Wu Jin...... He doesn't write a letter, the last time he wrote a letter, it was the Dragon Boat Festival, no, the Spring Festival."

His head was dazed, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Mo Qianlan said bluntly: "My life and Ayu's life is in his letter."

Cheng Ting closed his mouth suddenly, looked back at the compartment, and turned his head to look out of the door, expecting the eldest sister of the Cheng family to sound outside the door, pulling his ears and pulling him all the way home.

What to do?

He glanced at Mo Qianlan timidly, thinking that Mo Qianlan would not joke with Leaf's life, so he turned his heart sideways and replied, "Death is suffering, and life is also suffering."

Mo Qianlan listened, didn't ask anything, and said after a while, "I know."

One death, one life.

Death is bitter - if Mo Lingfeng dies in battle, it will be bitter for her, and it will be bitter for him.

Life is also bitter - if Mo Lingfeng lives, then Mo Qianlan will die, and she will also suffer.

The emperor once again moved his murderous intentions, and wanted to regain the power of the Mo family with death punishment.

So the big yellow dog found that an unfamiliar face had entered the Mo family and brought Cheng Ting, and the killer who had not shown up so far was still waiting because he couldn't determine Mo Lingfeng's life and death.

He wants to force this person out and kill him, so that Ah Yu can recuperate comfortably.

Cheng Ting's face was dazed, thinking to himself what did his uncle know?

Mo Qianlan didn't wait for him to understand, and said softly, "Don't tell anyone that I'm awake, there's something ......

The sound of three people chattering sounded in the room - Mo Qianlan said, Cheng Ting listened, and when Cheng Ting didn't understand, Li Yiti repeated.

Four quarters of an hour later, Cheng Ting came out of the room with an empty head and looked at the grandmother who was boiling medicine under the lamp: "Grandma, I'm so hungry."

It turns out that it is easier to get hungry when you use your brain than when you use your hands.