Although Jiang Ling was not smart, the touch when he first met Jiang Wan's arm was obviously wrong.

There seems to be a thick layer of gauze wrapped under the arm.

He stared at Jiang Wan's injury and asked cautiously, "Sister, are you injured?" ”

Jiang Wan touched his arm and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's a small injury." ”

"I accidentally burned the medicine."

Jiang Ling's eyes were suspicious, should you wrap so much gauze for burns?

"Alright, don't think about it." Jiang Wan said, "Come back with me to boil the medicine." ”

Jiang Wan led Jiang Ling to take a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

This medicine was different from the usual medicine, her flesh and blood were not like other medicinal herbs that were all over the mountains.

She is only one person, and if she doesn't plan in advance, she doesn't know if there is enough flesh on her body.

"Jiang Ling, you go and help me count them."

"Count what?"

"Infected patients." Jiang Wan explained, "This time the medicinal materials are relatively scarce, so I need a specific number of people, and I can't waste them." ”

"Leave it to me."

After Jiang Ling left, Jiang Wan went back to the kitchen alone, she prepared a large number of bandages and hemostatic dispersion in advance, and she locked the door in advance in order to prevent Jiang Ling from suddenly coming in.

She stopped the bleeding while cutting the flesh, first her arm, and one arm was quickly drenched in the blood she cut, and there was no way to start, and she did not waste the blood that flowed out, and continued it with a large bowl.

She endured the pain and drugged her arm, bandaged it, and then her leg.

Her right arm didn't move because she had to move.

When she had no flesh left in one arm and two legs, Jiang Ling came back.

"Sister, I counted. It was one hundred and thirty-two people in all. ”

One hundred and thirty-two? Jiang Wan supported her body with one hand, counting bowl by bowl, a total of three hundred and thirty-one bowls, and there were still two bowls missing.

But her limbs were out of her hands, and she thought about cutting two more pieces of flesh from her body.

She looked at the gore beneath her, and thought for a moment to cover it up with the hay she had prepared in advance.

Her original clothes had been dyed blood red, she took out a black dress prepared in advance and barely put it on, and said to Jiang Ling outside the door, "Jiang Ling, come in." ”

"The door seems to be broken, I can't open it, you just knock it open."

She sat down in her chair, in pain.

It's not that the door is broken, it's that she doesn't have the strength to open it anymore.

With Jiang Ling's banging on the door, her eyes looked at the bowl of flesh and blood on the table, hoping that the people in the village would get better after taking medicine.

It's just that.. It's just that she feels a little cold.

The moment Jiang Ling smashed through the kitchen door, he smelled the smell of blood all over the room and the strange smell of mixed medicines.

Jiang Wan's voice was very soft, she pointed to the gurgling cauldron and said, "Jiang Ling, put the medicine in a bowl and send it to them later." ”

"By the way, I made an extra bowl, and you can drink a bowl too."

"Staying with patients all day long will inevitably pass the sickness."

Jiang Ling was attracted by the bowl full of dishes on the table, and he didn't know what kind of meat was in the bowl, and it was blood-red.

He looked at Jiang Wan, who was lying on a chair, dressed in black, her face and lips were frighteningly white, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Jiang Wan said, "It's all pork, Nuo, there's a big pot left." ”

"Don't be in a daze, hurry up and fill the medicine."

Jiang Ling heard the words and looked over, there was a big basin in the corner, and the basin did contain fresh pork.

Can.. Jiang Ling sniffed, he didn't kill a pig, he knew the taste of pork.

If others come to smell it, they may only think that it is all blood, and they can't tell the difference, but Jiang Ling is different, he is born with a keen sense of smell, and he hunts all year round.

He could tell.

If the last bowl still had a strong medicinal smell as a cover, then this time the smell of blood couldn't even suppress the smell of medicine.

His eyes looked at Jiang Wan, and there was disbelief, fear, and shock in his eyes.

Jiang Wan looked up at him with a sincere look in her eyes, "Jiang Ling, can you go and fill the medicine first?" ”

"The villagers can't wait."

"But..."

Jiang Wan's face changed deliberately, and asked, "Are you not sheng because you want me to get up?" ”

She said as she propped up her broken body and got up, and was about to get the spoon.

"Sister, don't move, you rest. I'm sheng, I'm sheng. ”

Jiang Ling was in tears while silently filling the medicine.

He had probably guessed what was in the bowl, so much blood, so much meat.

How much did it hurt when she cut it?

Jiang Ling sped up.

The patients knew that although the smell of blood was strong, the medicine had a miraculous effect.

The splash that was seriously ill yesterday has been well today.

After Jiang Ling was busy, he hurried back.

He stood at the door, the sun shining on Jiang Wan's body along the damaged door, she leaned back in the chair with a pale face, lifeless, but her little face looked calm and peaceful, as if she was dreaming something.

He walked in front of Jiang Wan step by step with difficulty, his eyes were red, his hands trembled to uncover the clothes on Jiang Wan's body, and tears rained down.

There was no flesh left on his arm, only bloody bones could be seen.

He uncovered her legs, and so did her legs.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mood his sister who was most afraid of pain had.

He's not afraid of pain.

The villagers drank the medicine, regained their lives, and ran and laughed happily and easily in the sun.

A ray of sunlight shines into the back mountain where there is no sunlight all year round, and a circle of water ripples on the pool where countless children are buried, and a huge white lotus suddenly grows on the water surface.

The white lotus blooms slowly, overflowing with colorful brilliance, a lotus lamp appears in the white lotus, and the colorful brilliance also comes from its wick.

The moment Jiang Wan died, all her memories recovered, and she understood that the little medicine girl in the village was just an illusion.

She saw the brilliance of the lotus lamp in the darkness.

Overhead was the voice of the Queen Mother of the West.

"It's not too late for Jiang, you have passed the test of the magic lamp and can take it away."

Jiang Buwan touched his arm, and then smiled and took away the Baolian lantern.

At the moment when the Baolian lantern was taken away, the illusion collapsed instantly, and she was ejected by the Kunlun Mirror along with the prism.

Xiang Zhihan, who had been waiting outside the mirror for a long time, caught Jiang who flew out not too late, his eyes fell on the left arm that she had cut at the beginning, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

Jiang Buwan shook his head with a smile, "It's all an illusion, how can it hurt?" ”

Xiang Zhi Han lowered his eyes and didn't say anything, how could it not hurt?

Even if it is an illusion, at the moment of cutting, Jiang Wan, who is in the mirror, must be very painful.

He didn't know if he would be willing to save everyone with his life if he lost all his memories and was in the illusion that Jiang Wan had just had.