Song Ling hesitated for a moment when he heard this.

This body is too weak, and the old man looks a little weird.

Just when Song Ling was hesitating, the old man suddenly spoke: "Ephedra, Poria cocos, white mustard seeds, licorice, little doll, does anyone in your family have asthma?"

"How do you know? Could it be that you are a barefoot doctor?" Song Ling asked with interest as he leaned against the tree with his hands folded.

"Come up, and I'll tell you. The old man's voice was a little weaker again, but this time, Song Ling did not hesitate and trotted all the way up.

If the old man really wanted to do something to himself, he would have done it a long time ago, and after a few conversations, it could be seen that the old man's breath was weak, and it would not have a big impact on himself.

Trotting all the way was also a little laborious, Song Ling panted and looked at the front of him, and instantly held his breath.

Skinny! skinny!

When Song Ling saw the old man, he found that the old man was too thin, and when he looked up, he didn't notice it at all, but now if he takes a closer look, is this still a person?

His eyes were completely sunken, his face seemed to be just a layer of skin, his whole body smelled of decay, and his clothes were dirty.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?" Song Ling looked at the old man and asked, and then inspected the cave, the cave was full of cotton wool rags, could it be that this old man had lived here for a long time?

Is this old man going to be an ascetic and ascend here?

"Little doll, you are so funny, others were scared away when they saw me, you are good, and you are observed. The old man said with a smile, and the skin on his face was even more wrinkled together, like a drooping old leper dog in the village.

"Old man, you don't live long. Song Ling had a cold face, if she guessed correctly......

"Doll, good eyesight, the old man died and had nothing to do, it's a pity that no one inherits the medical skills of this body, it's a pity that it's a pity ......" the old man said with a smile, without any fear of death in his eyes, that kind of indifference, as if everything was empty.

When the old man said this, he immediately looked at Song Ling, blinking his eyes thoughtfully.

"Little doll, kneel down and kowtow to me three times, I have a way to save the person you want to save. ”

"Old man, give me a reason, why should I believe you?" Song Ling said, with some disdain in his eyes, what he said was too rampant.

"Just because I'm an ethereal spirit!" the old man said calmly, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, this female doll should be very talented in medical skills.

At a glance at himself, he knew that his life was short, what is this not talent?

He bet that Song Ling would definitely kneel down towards him in the next second, after all, the name of Ethereal Lingzi, in the entire Great Chu, and even the entire world, was a character who shocked the party!

Even Song Ling in the previous life, he had only heard of it but had never seen it, could it be that he was so lucky to be reborn in this rebirth?

"Hahaha, old man, you say you are an ethereal son, then I am still an ethereal son, his mother, hahaha!" Song Ling suddenly clutched his stomach and laughed.

The corners of Ethereal Lingzi's mouth twitched, and he looked at Song Ling with a pale face.

"Old man, you know how to heal, but what are you pretending to be an ethereal son? Do you think that an ethereal son will break his hamstrings and veins without healing himself?"

Song Ling laughed again as he spoke, judging from the extent of this old man's injury, it has been at least ten days, and it is also hard to survive for so long, but it is a pity that there is such a faint breath left now.

Even if he was reincarnated as a Bodhisattva, he couldn't save him, but he couldn't bear to see him die alone, and wanted to accompany him on his last journey.

When Ethereal Lingzi heard this, his face instantly froze, his eyes were dim, and looking at the jade pendant in his palm, Ethereal Lingzi sighed.

"Female doll, the tendons and veins of these legs were broken by myself. ”

Ethereal Lingzi said lightly, and the hollowness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

When Song Ling heard this, his eyes were a little puzzled, he didn't bring such a thing when he was looking for death, right?

"Okay, girl, you don't have to kowtow three times, you can kneel down and kowtow one. Ethereal Spirit's eyes flickered.

"Don't kneel. Song Ling said.

When Ethereal Lingzi heard this, he didn't get angry but laughed: "You have a temper, you should be about the same age as my child." ”

"Come, girl, this jade pendant, if you see someone holding an identical one, you will give him this piece as well. ”

As he spoke, Ethereal Lingzi moved his left hand weakly, and a piece of mutton fat paste jade slipped down.

Song Ling took a closer look, this piece of mutton fat paste jade was in good condition, and he knew that it was a good product at a glance, but no matter how he looked at it, this thing felt like a key?

"Little doll, kneel!" Ethereal Zi suddenly shouted, his whole body was like a rainbow, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on Song Ling's body, and he couldn't breathe.

With a plop, Song Ling knelt down.

When Song Ling reacted, he had already kowtowed, and suddenly, Song Ling's face was a little ugly, this old man was a little scary!

He, a person who had died once, was completely crushed in front of him.

"Little doll, this head knocks, you are my apprentice, there are a few simple medical skills in the cave, which can help you temporarily, and the iron box inside can make any terminal illness cured, but the jade pendant in your hand is the key, and you can unlock it when you get it together." ”

"My childish son has a crescent black birthmark on the back of his neck, about the same age as you, find him, open the iron box, and you can get the medical book you need. ”

Ethereal Lingzi seemed to explain the aftermath, after saying this, then Ethereal Lingzi sighed again, looked at Song Ling and said, "Little doll, find my child, help me say sorry to him......"

After speaking, Ethereal Lingzi's face turned pale, and his half-raised hand fell vertically again, and when Song Ling raised his head again, he had already stopped hearing the sound of breathing.

"Alas, although you old man asked me to forcibly recognize you as a teacher, but since my head knocked and you gave me such a good thing, I will recognize you, Master, the apprentice will collect the corpse for you. ”

Song Ling knelt down solemnly in front of the ethereal spirit and kowtowed three times.

The soil pit under his feet had been dug deep enough, if it weren't for the lack of wooden planks, Song Ling would have wanted to make a wooden coffin, and the sweat on his head was gone, Song Ling laughed at himself, sure enough, money is very important.

Thinking of this, Song Ling worked harder, dug the pit, Song Ling learned to mourn the mourners and recited a few words of Amitabha Buddha in a daze, and then rolled a pile of straw mats directly into the pit.

After getting all this done, it was already sunset, and Song Ling took the medical book he found from the cave and some extremely detailed notes.