Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 421 Seeing a Patient

"What the hell is this?"

Millie Tang sat on a chair in the kitchen, drinking black tea while looking at Liu Yonglu's bottle of "Nine-Year Tiger Bone Wine".

"Medicinal wine! It's specially made for treating rheumatoid arthritis. Are you thinking of getting rich? If you are, invest in me. We can have a business. I'll give you a real price for the couple, and give you... 80% off!"

Millie Tang unscrewed the bottle cap and wrinkled her nose to smell it. The smell was quite pungent! Millie Tang quickly took the bottle away from herself.

"What are you doing with this?"

Millie Tang found a small cup and poured out some liquid. The pale yellow liquid was swaying at the bottom of the cup, and there was some faint sediment.

"I'm going to fight in a few days! I'm thinking of getting a magic weapon! If the situation gets bad, I'll throw it out like a Molotov cocktail and kill him!"

"Maybe... it's really useful, then why is it called Jiuling Tiger Bone Wine?"

Millie Tang picked up a drop of wine with the tip of her little finger and looked at it in the sunlight, then she shrank her neck in disgust for a long while.

"Use the bones on your table. Maybe there are tiger bones. This is a secret recipe passed down from my family. You can't buy it no matter how much money you have."

"Tiger bones? There aren't any."

Millie Tang took out her occult materials from her bag and checked them one by one. There was nothing wrong with them. Could it be that this guy had soaked Bastid's ancient relics in them?

Millie Tang brought the feline fang to her nose and sniffed it. There was indeed a faint smell of alcohol. She held the fang again and felt it. It didn't have any major impact and would not affect her use.

"What are you doing?"

Millie Tang discovered that after Liu Yonglu finished washing the dishes, his hands were still not idle. He poured flour into a basin and was kneading dough!

"Make some noodles, steamed buns (bean curd in Tianjin dialect), sugar triangles, etc."

"For Bishop Lorraine?"

"Is it for him? He's so happy! It's for Xiaohu and Ling'er. Xiaohu told me a few days ago..."

At this point, even a heartless person like Liu Yonglu sighed:

"They should go to the Lost Sea in a couple of days, after the matter of the Candlemas Saint's Sect is settled.

Well, I said I would make them some pasta to eat on the way."

"Oh……"

Liu Yonglu continued to knead the dough in silence. He felt a little uncomfortable. He and Xiaohu were the ones who spent the most time together after traveling through time. Although the two of them were often busy with their own things and didn't see each other for ten days or half a month, Liu Yonglu at least knew that Xiaohu was going to school in the suburbs of New New London, so he felt at ease.

This time... ah... going to the Lost Sea, he really has no idea what this place is.

While his mind was busy, his hands never stopped. While the dough was rising, Liu Yonglu was preparing to wash the red beans in the sink.

"Wow!"

Before he could pick up the small basket of beans, Millie Tang stood beside him and offered to help.

"Wow! The sun is rising from the west today, and even the hands-off shopkeeper is helping with the work."

"Later you have to tell Xiaohu that we did this together."

Millie Tang was young and didn't want Liu Yonglu to tease her, so she quickly lowered her head and concentrated on washing the beans.

The two of them were in the kitchen making steamed buns and sugar triangles while chatting about the Lost Sea, and before they knew it, it was already dusk.

"Okay, I'm exhausted. Why don't you make the fish stew with pancakes you mentioned tomorrow?"

Seeing Liu Yonglu putting the pastries into a special container and then stacking them on the iron pot layer by layer, Millie Tang tapped her lower back with her hand and sat on the chair.

"Yes, that's right. I'm a little full at noon. Let's cook the fish tomorrow. There's only one job left. After we finish it, we'll go find Bishop Lorraine."

"Fuck!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As Liu Yonglu threw a large bowl of chili peppers into the iron pot, Millie Tang let out a series of coughing sounds.

"Are you sick? Why are you frying peppers?"

"Oh, it's an old rule in our place. If a crosstalk artist goes to the hospital for a checkup, he must bring hot sauce."

Millie Tang covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and hurried out. She pushed the door open and saw Ling'er standing at the door. The girl remembered that Liu Yonglu said at noon that he would cook boiled fish in the evening, so she was waiting for him to come over for dinner.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the little girl Millie Tang snorted and turned away, Millie Tang was too lazy to argue with her and tilted her head to look in the direction where Ling'er disappeared.

I don’t know when this child came, and I don’t know whether she heard what I said to Liu Yonglu just now.

……

In the dim room, the sound of Bishop Lorraine turning over was particularly clear in the silent night.

Several young priests were standing in the room. Some of them held copper basins with towels in them, while others held trays with hemp leaf evaporated milk. "Uh...ah..."

The Bishop of Lorraine's painful groans could be heard from behind the curtain from time to time. The sound was tired and painful, not like the lamentations of an old patient but more like the exhausted roar of a wild beast.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the door. The young priests inside looked at each other, but no one spoke. They were all believers who had been in charge of the daily life of the Bishop of Lorraine for a long time, and they had a tacit understanding with each other.

There is no need for them to speak at this moment.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Intermittent sounds of copper bells came from behind the curtain. That was the response from Bishop Lorraine. The guest who could knock on the door to visit him at this time must be of great importance and could not be sent away with just a few words.

"Squeak..."

When the door opened, the identity of the guest seemed to be beyond the expectations of the believers in the house. Everyone just stared at the guest with bated breath and forgot to speak.

"Well! The smell in the room is so bad, how about fumigating the mosquitoes? At least ventilate it. If you keep rotting in the room like this, you will get sick even if you are not sick."

Although the visitor tried his best to lower his voice, his distinctive voice still alarmed Bishop Lorraine behind the curtain.

"Saint... Saint Barlaam... Your Excellency..."

The voice of the person behind the curtain was intermittent and extremely weak. Liu Yonglu had no idea who he was.

My goodness, Bishop Lorraine is probably going to die!
Liu Yonglu suddenly laughed... What was he laughing about? He felt that Bishop Lorraine would not live much longer, it was all because of him...

Ever since he traveled through time, whenever those older and weaker people show up in front of him, they are basically about to meet the King of Hell.

Isaac's mother, his adopted grandfather, would be fine if she didn't see him, but her condition would definitely take a turn for the worse if she saw him.

When the young Christians in the room saw Saint Barlaan's smile, they all felt a little nervous. Why? Because they were all close relatives of the Bishop of Lorraine. Even if others didn't know about the Bishop of Lorraine, how could they not know?

The saint and the witch came to visit unexpectedly. After entering the house, they sneered without saying anything... What does this mean? Is Saint Balan really that magical?

"Hey, Bishop Lorraine, here's the wine I brought for you! It's great stuff, nine-year-old tiger bone wine, specially for treating weak bones and joint pains. I'll have a couple of drinks with you later.

This jar is even better! Hot sauce! You have been bedridden for a long time. I think... it must be because you don't have enough food and nutrition. If you order hot sauce every day with your meal and eat two more bowls of rice, you will definitely get better quickly! "

The Holy See does not have a rule that requires people to bring gifts when visiting a patient.

The young believers in the room looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with this Saint Barlax who had so many bags in his hands.

"Take it! It's too late today. Arrange it for Bishop Lorraine early tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, then you..."

The young Christians hoped that Liu Yonglu would leave quickly, but this guy was so shameless that he not only did not leave but also moved forward. When he saw a stool at the head of the Bishop of Lorraine's bed, he sat on it without any hesitation.

After he sat down, his hands and mouth were not idle. He gently patted the edge of the bed and muttered:

"Bishop Lorraine, don't be fooled by my outward appearance... I appear to be quite cheerful and as if I don't care about anything... but actually, I am a person with a lot on my mind.

I heard that you were ill, and I felt so sorry for you. Why? The saint said it well. Although heaven is the destination of all good people in the world, no matter how good heaven is, can it be as good as home?

You said that if something happens to you, you won’t be able to find anyone to talk to. Of course... there are many people living in heaven..."

There was only one chair in front of Bishop Lorraine's bed. Liu Yonglu sat there, so Millie Tang had to stand. But standing was fine, as Millie Tang kept her hands tucked into her sleeves. She was worried that if Liu Yonglu continued chatting like this, Bishop Lorraine would either die or have a real problem and would jump up and fight Liu Yonglu to the death!

"Saint... Saint Barlaan... I feel better..."

After finally finding a moment for Liu Yonglu to take a breath, the old voice of Bishop Lorraine was heard from behind the curtain.

"You must be in better shape. We are all under the care of the Saint Lady. We are blessed with good fortune and luck.

But it’s still a bit slow to rely on your own immune system to fight it, I… also know a little bit about cupping and scraping, how about I take a look at it for you!”

As Liu Yonglu spoke, he lifted the curtain of the Bishop of Lorraine. He wanted to see whether this "Sima Yi" was really sick or faking it!

Liu Yonglu felt the person behind the curtain roll to the side. He lifted a corner of the curtain and could only see Bishop Lorraine's exposed shoulders. When he wanted to make any more moves, the young believers in the room stopped him:
"Your Excellency Saint Baran... Bishop Lorraine's disease may be contagious to a certain extent. This is what the Vatican's physician said. If you are infected, Bishop Lorraine will definitely feel bad!"

This was the line they had prepared in advance, and this was the excuse they used when Archbishop Kosander visited them.

"Oh... you can't do cupping or scraping? Then can I feel your pulse? Feeling your pulse should be fine! I'll put on gloves and touch you gently."

The people of Victoria have never heard of what it means to feel the pulse! Liu Yonglu gestured and explained, and the people in the room understood, but they certainly couldn't agree.

"Then I'm sorry... Your Excellency Saint... Baran."

Finally, Bishop Lorraine from behind the curtain responded with difficulty, and a hand slowly stretched out from behind the curtain.

Liu Yonglu took a closer look and saw that the skin was dry and dull, and it was indeed the old man's arm.

He placed two fingers on the wrist of the Bishop of Lorraine in a mock manner:

"Postpartum disorder, blood stasis, I need to get the injection..."

After Liu Yonglu finished saying these words, he felt that Bishop Lorraine's hand...visibly trembled!
(End of this chapter)