It's still a sunny day.

The young man habitually washed his face in the early morning, habitually grabbed Daozang with his left hand and swept it again, and habitually waited behind the chai door with his right hand to take the breakfast from the girl's hand, and habitually had a smile on his face ready to say the usual and warm thank you.

The chai door opened, Qiuqiu buried her head, grabbed a porcelain bowl with both hands, shook her shoulders and raised her eyes to look at the young man and smiled.

The bangs on her forehead were soaked with sweat, and her pale little face revealed a sickly blackness on her lips.

"Qiuqiu?"

"This is rice, and you can't leave your cultivation behind......," the girl grinned hard.

She shook her head, and rushed straight down.

Nian An's eyes were a little glazed, and he thought the sky was falling.

......

The boy threw the Daozang in his hand on the ground, clasped his hands together, and rushed forward to drag the girl down. The arms of the man in his arms were as cold as frozen branches covered with ice in winter, and the cold sweat between his foreheads couldn't stop flowing down desperately.

Nian'an's lips opened and closed, closed and opened, and after repeating it several times, he still couldn't utter even a syllable. He had seen it on the recliner that year, and the boy trembled so much that it seemed as if a hand had tightly grasped his heart.

He was so embarrassed that he quickly carried the girl to his bed and laid her flat, and put the back of his right hand on the girl's forehead and tried it.

It's as hot as a boiler in an ice cellar, is it wind chill?

He desperately recalled the bits and pieces he had spent with Qiuqiu in the past few days, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal. Apart from...... Except that last night's meal was a little light?

The unconscious girl's eyebrows were twisted in pain, her lips were clenched and trembling, her right hand was unconsciously scooped up in the air, Nian An wanted to reach out to grab it, but it was not enough, and the hand fell down and hit the bed board heavily.

The girl's mouth let out a hoarse snort of rag-like pain.

In Nian'an's memory, he had never seen the strong Qiuqiu so fragile, just like a small white bellflower hugging her body in the wind.

"It's a fart chill!"

In a trance, the boy seemed to see his mother, who suddenly collapsed completely two years ago.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be...... ...... shouldn't be. The young man stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, knelt down and pulled out a wooden box under the bed, rushed out of the courtyard door in three or two steps, kicked open the Daozang under his feet, and was about to rush out of the courtyard.

He tried to raise the corners of his mouth at this moment, but the muscles on his face hurt.

The sun on the horizon had now brought a new sunny day to the continent in a proud manner, and the people who were busy outside the street were surprised to see the half-demon boy stumbling out of the north street with an iron sword on his back and a wooden box in his hand.

"This Nian An is running at an unbelievably fast speed, does it really have anything to do with his cultivation?" The Yin family brothers were stunned in place, looking at Nian An in disbelief that he had rushed out dozens of steps in the blink of an eye.

The people around him and Jing rushed towards the back like flowing water, and Nian An only left the road under his feet and the destination he must go to at this moment.

The Zhouji Medical Center in the south of the city.

Everyone said that Dr. Zhou there was the best in Qu Bai, and since he was the best, then Nian An must see him today.

People watched in amazement as the boy shuttled through the crowded crowd of people in the morning market, and ran to the main entrance of the medical hall with an ugly smile.

"This stupid demon, why is it crazy to lose your mind?"

Nian An tapped the door of the medical hall twice, but no one answered. In desperation, he could only frown, raise his shoulders and open the door and rush in.

At this moment, Dr. Zhou and his son were turning their backs to Nian An and stirring up a medicine.

"Doctor, see a doctor!" Nian An moved his mouth, but found that because of nervousness and trembling, his mouth was a little uncomfortable.

Dr. Zhou, who was over seventy years old, looked back and saw a young man standing there with a cold expression holding a wooden box, with a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying. He frowned and waved his hand, motioning for his son to go and ask the man away.

"I have reservations here, I see that you are fine, so let's get a number and go to the back row." When the doctor had said this, he turned around and went to turn over the blackened gardenia in the wok.

"Very heavy ......"

The doctor's son came over impatiently, raised his hand and asked Nian An to go to the small worker outside to get a paper ticket and come back another day.

"Everything has to be said to come first and come first, I'll grab you a few calm lotus seeds, and you can go to the house and wait by yourself. ”

......

The iron sword slammed into the floor in front of him.

The raised stone chips frightened Dr. Zhou and his son subconsciously took a few steps back.

"I won't...... Something. Nian An stood there with his head bowed, his chest rising and falling violently, the iron sword in his right hand extended out and smashed a small hole in the floor, and his left hand pulled the lid of the wooden box open, pouring out all the money inside.

That Dr. Zhou's son picked up the wooden stick, and wanted to rush out in three or two steps to ask the small worker to call the officials of the government to patrol the city, but was stopped by Dr. Zhou raising his hand.

Looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, the old man has seen a lifetime of illness and a lifetime of people. He knows that life and death, a good guy, can sometimes turn people into crazy demons.

"But is anyone in the family seriously ill? I'll go with you. ”

Nian An nodded vigorously, withdrew the iron sword on his back with trembling hands, bent his waist to the bottom, and bowed deeply.

The old doctor sighed, told his son to take care of the shop, took out a medicine box from the cabinet and followed the young man out.

......

In the small courtyard in the north of the city, the old man stretched back his right hand that had just finished the pulse statue, got up and put his hand on the girl's forehead for a while.

"Get me a piece of paper, and find a pen. ”

"Doctor, is there anything wrong with her?" Nian An hurriedly ripped open the cabinet door and took out the pen and ink, and the tips of his ears were faintly peeking out from behind the tips of his long hair.

Zhou Langzhong was busy until now, and finally had time to look at this young man whose eyebrows and eyes were sparse and ordinary, but his ears were very piercing.

The old man patted his head, lamenting that he had seen too many patients over the years, and he remembered that he seemed to have come to this small courtyard. Just over two years ago, a young man invited him to visit here. The patient seemed to be a demon woman, but when he arrived, the woman's pulse seemed to be in turmoil, so Dr. Zhou came to the same conclusion as other doctors.

This man must have lived for a short time. Sure enough, his life-saving measures at the bottom of the box did not allow the woman to continue for a few more days, and only a week later, the doctor caught a glimpse of the slightly thin funeral procession on the street.

The boy was following the coffin. However, at that time, he was thin and scary, and after two years of washing, this young man not only became more and more sophisticated, but also increased in height, and Dr. Zhou can even faintly see some strong lines on his arms now.

The doctor had just touched the girl's pulse, and the viscera was terrifyingly chaotic. Although he didn't know how to practice, he could deduce from his years of medical experience that this girl's situation at this time was quite similar to that of those cultivators who had suffered internal injuries.

The old doctor couldn't help but twist his beard, he remembered that the demon woman who he couldn't save with all his strength two years ago seemed to be like this.

Fortunately, although the little girl's pulse was chaotic, the doctor could still feel the uncompromising vitality beating as best he could from her breath.

This kind of beating is often like a drum of calm and calm in the doctor's ears.

......

"You must remember that this girl must take her medication on time and spend a month in bed quietly to recover. ”

The doctor finished writing the prescription carefully, and then looked up at Nian An, who was sweating profusely on his face.

"Young man, do you trust me?"

Nian An gritted his teeth and nodded.

"These herbs are quite precious, but they are the most symptomatic. You go out to grab medicine according to this prescription, take two pairs of them a day for the girl, and recuperate quietly for a month. She's weak, so take care of it yourself. ”

Nian An was stunned when she heard this, turned her head to look at the girl's sharp eyebrows that were together at this moment, and the burden of a thousand catties fell down in her heart.

"She's fine. The boy cried out in his heart

"Doctor, what kind of illness is she? I came here without warning, and I saw that she was fine for the first two days. ”

Doctor Zhou lowered his head and pondered for a while, then motioned for Nian An to put a towel with ice water and put it on the girl's forehead.

"It's hard to say, maybe she was weak in her early years, and she fell into some kind of disease. I don't look like a martial arts practitioner when I look at her, maybe it's due to overwork. The old doctor said, glancing at the little girl's calloused hands.

The girl kicked the futon in a coma, revealing a pair of pure white dazzling little feet from it, like a delicate bellflower trembling helplessly in the wind.

Nian An hurriedly avoided the old man's gaze and looked back at the dazzling sunlight outside the house.

Tears are pouring out.