The middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers in front of Ling Jiang and calculated, and said softly, "Poor Dao knows that you didn't bring any money, but this girl should have some money on her." You can rummage around, if you don't have enough money, you can pay on credit first, there should be a medical clinic nearby. Don't look at the poor Dao with this kind of eyes, the ancients said, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, just do it. Poor Dao will read you a prescription later, you have to keep it in mind, according to this prescription, go to the hospital to grab medicine, go back to the fire and fry violently, stop the fire for half an hour, give this girl a dose first, stabilize her life, and then talk ......"

After the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, he then read a prescription, if it weren't for Ling Jiang's good memory, he really couldn't write down this prescription for a while.

"Remember, when this girl wakes up, don't mention a single cent of this Taoist. After the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, he swaggered towards the fortune-telling signboard.

Ling Jiang glanced back at the middle-aged Taoist priest who had disappeared at the end of the alley, and suddenly felt confused. He found a corner and put down the girl in Tsing Yi, and roughly rummaged through her, but he didn't find a penny, and in desperation, Ling Jiang had no choice but to return to the medical hall.

"Why are you back again?" Dr. Qiu, who was grinding and pounding medicine, looked out the door and couldn't help but ask.

"Doctor Qiu, I'll grab the medicine. Ling Jiang said in a low voice, his tone a little light.

"Grab the medicine?" Dr. Qiu stood up from his chair, looked at Ling Jiang's expression, and couldn't help but sigh, "Okay, give me the prescription." ”

"There is no cure. Ling Jiang replied, "But I remember Fang Zi." ”

"Nonsense!" Dr. Qiu scolded, "A taste of medicinal herbs, how much is a tael, that's a lot of difference, if you remember a few numbers wrong, this recipe will be useless." ”

"Doctor Qiu, it's important to save people, please. Ling Jiang's expression became even more anxious, the girl's body seemed to become colder, and carrying her on her back made her feel chills.

Doctor Qiu sighed continuously, so he had to follow the prescription Ling Jiang said and grab a pair of medicines.

Ling Jiang was carrying the medicine bag, and just wanted to talk about the credit, but who thought that Dr. Qiu waved his hand, "You go quickly, it's important to save people." ”

"I'll get the money later. Ling Jiang nodded in thanks, turned around and hurried away.

The sun was about to set in the west, and the inside of the hospital couldn't help but look a little dim, Dr. Qiu looked at the empty door, sighed again, turned around and went back to make medicine.

"Who's every difficult scripture? Ling Jiang, you can do it yourself. Dr. Qiu shook his head and muttered to himself.

Dr. Qiu's daughter had a strange disease at the beginning of this year, and as a Langzhong, she tried dozens of methods for her to no avail. Just half an hour ago, a middle-aged Taoist priest came to his medical hall, and with just a few sentences, he understood how to dispense medicine to treat his daughter's illness.

The Taoist master then said, "After a quarter of an hour's work, a scholar will come to you with a dying girl, and then you just have to say that you can't cure yourself, and leave the rest to the poor Dao." ”

If it is on weekdays, this kind of conscienceless thing Dr. Qiu is unwilling to do even if he is killed, but one yard is one yard, and the Taoist chief is kind to him, and he can only repay the favor with this.

Ling Jiang took the medicine and carried the girl in Tsing Yi back to his thatched house, at this moment Ya'er was coming back with a bucket of water, and looked at Ling Jiang carrying a woman whose clothes were stained with a large amount of blood, and was suddenly frightened.

"Ya'er, help me decoction. Ling Jiang passed by Ya'er and shouted hurriedly.

"Oh......" Ya'er came back to her senses, and reluctantly took the medicine bag in Ling Jiang's hand, and went to the stove to light a fire and fry the medicine.

Ling Jiang pushed open the door of the grass hut with his foot, came to the side of the bed and put the girl's unconscious body on the bed. Ling Jiang gasped and stood beside the bed, his forehead covered with sweat. His foot strength is not very good, and he ran all the way with the girl on his back, and it was a blessing that he didn't get tired and lay down.

Looking at the girl's slightly undulating chest, Ling Jiang was reluctant to rest, and when she turned around and walked out of the door, Ya'er had already lit the fire, and she put the casserole filled with medicinal herbs on the stove, and then turned around to take a look.

"Childe, quickly wipe the sweat. Ya'er looked at Ling Jiang, who was sweating profusely, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, so she took a face towel and stepped forward to help Ling Jiang wipe her sweat, "Childe, you're tired, sit down and rest." ”

"I'm fine. Ling Jiang shook his head, he was a little worried about whether the girl would be able to hold out for another half an hour.

"Childe, who is that girl in the family?" Ya'er thought for a while, looked at Ling Jiang curiously and asked.

"A friend of mine. Ling Jiang replied without thinking about it.

"Friends?" muttered Ya'er, turning back to the stove and adding two sticks of firewood.

Ling Jiang sat on the threshold, looking at the casserole on the stove, half an hour passed in a flash.

He and Ya'er hurriedly took off the casserole and poured out a small bowl of brown-red decoction, if Ya'er hadn't added water several times during the period, it would have been burned into medicine under such fierce fire.

The decoction is very hot, and the girl in Tsing Yi is unconscious at the moment, so she can't take such a hot medicine directly. The two of them soaked the bowl in cold water again, and after a cup of tea, Ling Jiang walked into the house with the decoction.

He sat on the edge of the bed, held up the girl's back with his hand, and carefully poured the decoction, but still a lot of it spilled from the corner of the girl's mouth. This gave Ling Jiang a headache, and it was too difficult for him.

"Let's do it. Ya'er snickered on the side, and stepped forward to take the porcelain bowl in Ling Jiang's hand.

This bowl of decoction was in Ya'er's hand, as if she had spirituality, and she poured it smoothly in three or two strokes, without spilling a drop.

"Childe, you can only study, where will you take care of people? Ya'er said with a smile with a clean million.

Ling Jiang smiled silently on the side, looking at the girl who drank the decoction, and his heart was relieved.

"Childe, you go out for a while. Ya'er said suddenly.

"What are you doing out there?" Ling Jiang asked suspiciously.

"Could it be that you want to peek at this girl changing her clothes?" asked Ya'er with a shy face towards Ling Jiang.

Ling Jiang was stunned for a moment, quickly got up from the bed, closed the door panel of the thatched hut and walked around.

At this time, there was already a trace of remnant sun hanging in the sky, but the rainbow light did not fade at all, and it looked particularly beautiful with the burning clouds in the sky.

"Lingjiang. ”

At this moment, Ling Jiang heard someone calling him, and when he looked back, he realized that it was Rhubarb, who had just returned from farm work, and he was carrying a hoe in one hand and several bags of medicine bags in the other.

"I just met a Taoist chief in the town, and he asked me to bring these medicines to you. Rhubarb said, handing over the medicine bag in his hand.

Although Ling Jiang knew the ins and outs of the matter, he was still a little surprised.

"By the way, there's paper. Rhubarb remembered something, and took out a palm-sized piece of yellow paper from his pocket, "I can't understand what is written on it, you should understand it after reading so many books." ”

Ling Jiang spread out the palm-sized yellow paper, only to see that there were dense medicinal materials written on it, most of which were told to him by the Taoist Chief, in addition to the medicinal materials, the heat and how much water to add, when to start the pot, etc., were also written in detail, and the writing was very detailed, even people who did not know medical skills knew how to decoct the medicine.

"Thank you. Ling Jiang thanked Da Huang.

"Here you go again. Rhubarb waved his hand, "I said that we don't need to thank each other." By the way, are you begging for a little daughter-in-law?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Ling Jiang scolded in a low voice when he heard this.

Big Yellow glanced at him, "The people on the street have seen it, saying that you are running home with a girl on your back today, not your little daughter-in-law, you dare to take her home so obviously?"

"This ......" Ling Jiang couldn't cry or laugh, "where is this?" ”

Some things, the more he explained, the more chaotic they became, so he didn't plan to explain it to Rhubarb. However, Rhubarb's words reminded him that there was only one bed at home, and it was already very reluctant for her and Ya'er to squeeze together, but now that there are more people, how can they live.

"Rhubarb, there should be an empty house in your house, right?" Ling Jiang asked as he looked at Rhubarb.

Ling Jiang heard Ya'er mention that Rhubarb had a younger sister, who used to live here, but later married away from home, and the house was vacant.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Rhubarb asked.

"Can I move in for a few days?" Ling Jiang asked in a low voice.

"How many days?" Rhubarb smiled, "You can live for a year." ”