Chapter 3: Under the Hundred Grass Gate (5)

Fengzi only felt that sometimes he felt as if he had fallen into a fire cave, and his whole body was about to burn, and sometimes he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and even his blood was about to condense, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, one moment awake, another time asleep, in a daze, but he didn't know where he was. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

When he awoke again, he found himself lying on a bed, the four walls empty, the only oil lamp on the table in the corner faintly jumping, and the window was dark and dreary, and it should have been midnight.

Feng Zidu's mind was still in chaos, after a long time, Fang Zi came back to his senses a little, looked around, and wondered: "What kind of place is this?" vaguely remembered that he had been bitten by a group of snakes on the edge of the cliff, and the rest of the things were intermittent, and some didn't remember much, "Could it be that Mr. Yin saved me again? But what about Mr. Yin? Where is he?" Suddenly a burst of soreness hit, only to find that his whole body was swollen, wrapped in bandages, and the smell of heavy medicine filled the whole room, and he couldn't help but let out a wail of "Ahh

The door was pushed open, and a man walked in, and when he saw Fengzi's eyes open, his face full of pain, he said, "You can't die like this, it's really hard." Fengzi smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, where is this? What about Mr. Yin? I want to meet him and thank him in person for saving his life." The man raised his hand and slapped it out, hit Fengzidu on the cheek, and scolded: "I don't care what kind of smoke you make, just stay on the bed obediently and don't move, otherwise my boss will shave you to death." ”

Fengzidu's face was hot and painful, and he was startled, and thought, "This doctor's temper is really short-tempered. He asked, "Uncle, I'm very thirsty, can I give me a bowl of water to drink?" The man slapped him again and said angrily: "Anyway, I can't die, why are you thirsty? It's not too late to drink water tomorrow." Your grandmother's, don't make trouble for Lao Tzu. Fengzi didn't expect that this man would slap his ears and scrape at every turn, and he was a little annoyed, and said, "If you don't give water to drink, why do you still beat people?"

The man was furious, jumped up, shook his fists, threw seven or eight punches at Feng Zidu, and shouted, "Lao Tzu just likes to beat people, what can you do with Lao Tzu? Your grandmother's, I call you rampant." Straw bale private, Lao Tzu just doesn't give you water to drink, and you are thirsty to death when you are thirsty. With that, he turned around and locked the door and walked away. Fengzi didn't know why he was such an unreasonable doctor, and he couldn't do anything, so he could only hold back the pain and smile bitterly.

The night went by, and it was not until noon that the man came in with the vegetable box open the door last night, his face was so gloomy that he left a bowl of rice and dishes on the table without saying a word. Fengzi saw that he was wrapped in a bandage on his head, and faintly had blood oozing out, and felt slightly strange, but he was afraid that he would be beaten for no reason, so he simply made a fortune with a muffled voice, and he was also very hungry, but fortunately his hands could move, and he endured the pain all over his body and got up. The man waited until Fengzi finished eating, put away the dishes and chopsticks, never said a word, turned around and locked the door and left.