Zong Zheng saw that the old man was good at medicine, and couldn't help but be curious about his identity, so he moved out of Wu Changtian to test the identity of the old man, Wu Changtian is a true disciple of ghost medicine, with his fame, but no one knows about all doctors.

The old man's expression was a little surprised when he heard Wu Changtian's name, but he returned to calm and asked for a moment, "What?

"He's dead. Zong Zheng replied lightly, staring at the old man's expression between his eyebrows.

"Dead? I always thought he was just missing, but I didn't expect him to be dead. The old man showed sadness, and he could see in his eyes that he and Wu Changtian were definitely related, and that sadness was like losing a close friend, and his expression was a little distant, as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.

Zong Zheng didn't bother him, and he didn't wake up until a long time later, but he didn't dwell on Wu Changtian anymore, but turned around and shouted into the room: "Old woman, okay, why is it so long?"

"Come on, wait. There was an echo from the old woman in the house.

The child has been breastfeeding for a long time, and Xianjie has not appeared in the hope that she longs to see, from full of hope to infinite anticipation, and then to a little bit of hope but still hugs that trace of expectation, and finally was broken by the shout of the old man outside the house, Xianjie's lost eyes were little by little bloodshot with tears, and she stood in place in a daze.

The old woman quietly opened the two milked children, and then opened the door, and the sunlight shone into the room, which was much more transparent, reflecting Xijie's pale cheeks.

"Why has it been so long?" the old man asked casually, puzzled.

The old woman naturally didn't know how to speak, so she didn't answer.

When Zong Zheng entered the door, he saw Xian Jie's very sad and lost appearance, and when he saw Xian Jie's pupils, he couldn't help but care: "What's wrong? Xian'er, why are your eyes so bloodshot, are you crying?"

Xianjie was silent, and suddenly the whole person pounced on Zongzheng, hugged Zongzheng tightly, and cried loudly, she held back for too long.

"Why not me? I should be the one lying here, why is God so unfair to my sister. Xianjie vented the discomfort in her heart vigorously.

Zong Zheng could feel the pain in Xianjie's heart, and could only comfort Xianjie, "Xian'er, don't be like this, do you think that if the person lying here is you, your sister won't be as uncomfortable as you? ”

"I'm afraid, brother, I'm really afraid, I'm afraid that my sister will lie here forever, she is still so young, she still has two children so young. Xianjie's self-blame, the fear in her heart has always been with her.

The old man gave Xi Jie's nervous sensitive acupuncture points a few injections one after another, but he never saw her react, he put down all the acupuncture points that should be acupuncture, and Xi Jie still lay there quietly.

"How is it?" Zong Zheng asked, looking at the old man's method of applying needles, which seemed to be very similar to Hu Shicong and Huang Benca, which made Zong Zheng more and more suspicious of the relationship between the old man and the ghost medicine.

The old man pulled out the silver needles one by one with a solemn face and put them away, "The situation is not good, I'm afraid it is... He didn't say any more, just put the silver needle away.

Zong Zheng looked at the old man's expression, he could feel that the result seemed to be bad, and begged the old man to tell the truth.

The old man only asked, "Has this girl ever had a serious brain injury before?"

Zong Zheng and Xian Jie both knew that Xi Jie had fallen off a cliff before, and she had lost her memory, thinking that her brain must have been injured, they informed the old man of the situation, and the old man's face became extremely heavy after hearing the situation, "No wonder, if this is the case, I'm afraid the possibility of her waking up again is very small, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

After saying that, the old man took the old woman and walked outside, they were very sensible, knowing that at such a moment, what they needed more was quiet, and they needed time alone with the sick.

Zong Zheng and Xian Jie heard the old man's words and did not ask any questions in tacit understanding, maybe they also sensed something.

The two of them stayed in the house for a long time, until the sun began to set in the west, and they saw that the old woman was boiling something, and the smell was fragrant, so they went over and asked.

"Mother-in-law, what are you cooking? Zong Zheng asked, suddenly saw the chicken feathers on the ground, thought that his mother-in-law had killed the chicken to entertain himself, and was thinking about asking his mother-in-law not to be so polite.

But I didn't expect my mother-in-law to be very angry and said: "I'm making chicken soup, you guys, I don't know how hard it is to be a mother." ”

Zong Zheng didn't understand very much, but Xian Jie knew about it, and her face was full of guilt.

"Mother-in-law, what do you mean by this?" Zong Zheng still didn't understand the meaning and asked.

The mother-in-law shook her head in disappointment at Zongzheng, Xianjie immediately grabbed Zongzheng's clothes, and whispered to Zongzheng, Zongzheng realized that the senior sister had already been malnourished when she raised two children, and her body was already weak.

"She has to feed two cubs by herself, which is not something that an ordinary mother can bear, and you know how weak her body is. "My mother-in-law couldn't hold back the anger in her heart.

"Yes, she has to feed two children alone, recalling that she really didn't care about her senior sister a while ago, but despite this, senior sister still silently didn't complain. Zong Zheng suddenly found out what a good woman his senior sister is, he is really blessed to meet her after several lifetimes, but he still bears her too deeply, and this blessing is too shallow.

"Thank you, mother-in-law. Xianjie stepped forward and said very solemnly in front of the old woman.

The old woman did not respond, but continued to boil her chicken soup.

"Mother-in-law, where is the old gentleman? I have something I want to ask him. Zong Zheng asked very politely, full of respect for his mother-in-law.

The old woman pointed to the hut opposite and said, "He is in that house." ”

Immediately, Zongzheng and Xianjie left respectfully, walked straight across the arched bridge to the other side of the room, and knocked on the door.

The old man opened the door in response, and Zong Zheng and Xian Jie walked into the back room under the introduction of the old man, and before they could speak, the old man interrupted the two.

"I know what you're here for, and I'll tell you the truth, there's really nothing you can do about it. "The old man is happy, although saying such words at this time undoubtedly shattered the hopes of Zongzheng and Xianjie, and it was a blow, but he was such a straight gut.

Looking at Zong Zheng and Xian Jie's lost and painful appearances, the old man remembered another pair.

"There was once such a couple, her lover was also seriously injured internally, life expectancy is limited, find the old decay treatment, the old decay looked at their injuries, helpless medical skills, unable to help, but they were extraordinarily indifferent, with a smile on their face. The old man couldn't help but talk about the past.

"Are they Shangguan and Ouyang Qiong's seniors?" Zong Zheng asked,

"How do you know?" The old man couldn't help but be extremely curious when he saw that Zong Zheng was young but knew that the people he was talking about were Shangguan Zhi and Ouyang Qiong.

Zong Zheng informed the old man of his and Xianjie's childhood situation, and admitted that he was just guessing, because Shangguan seniors and Ouyang seniors lived not far away.

The old man couldn't help but sigh that the fate of the world was so wonderful, as far as the relationship between Zong Zheng Xianjie and Xi Jie was concerned, although Zong Zheng did not say it explicitly, he seemed to have a general understanding, and ignoring it was not another attitude towards the world.

"Senior, is there really no way? If you say that there is still a way to find other doctors?" Zong Zheng was still unwilling.

Zongzheng's words angered the old man, "What's the matter? Do you think that the old man's medical skills are not good enough?"

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand the seniors, I just know Hu Shicong of the ghost medicine, I wonder if there is a way to invite him to come, maybe the words are inappropriate, but I really don't mean to despise the seniors. Zong Zheng hurriedly explained.

"Hu Shicong, ghost medicine, hehe, but that's it. The old man spoke contemptuously, and looked unstoppably proud.

"Do you know about Xuefeng Mountain?" the old man suddenly mentioned Xuefeng Mountain.

"I've heard, I still have half of the elixir made of snow lingzhi from Xuefeng Mountain!" Zong Zheng was a little excited, he knew that since the old man had mentioned Xuefeng Mountain, he naturally had his intentions, and things still had a turnaround.

"Oh, you even have snow lingzhi, it's a pity, it's useless, Xuefeng Mountain has been rich in aura since ancient times, there are many rare medicinal materials in the world, the medicinal effect is extraordinary, among which there is a medicinal herb called "Shenqing Grass", this grass melts the ice and snow spirit, crystal clear, is a rejuvenating elixir, if you can get it, I think maybe you can save the girl. The old man said.

"Really?" Xianjie was very excited, she was ready, even if it was hard, even if there was a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.

"Don't expect too much, the "Huishen Grass" is just a legend, even if this legend is true, do you think such a rare medicinal material can be found so easily? Moreover, there is not much time left for you, you only have thirteen days, if you retrieve this grass after thirteen days, even if you take it, it may not be effective, and the bruise in her skull will be difficult to digest. The old man reminded him kindly, and then said no more, anyway, what should have been said had been said, and the choice was left to them.