Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

"Stop crying, Ang." She smiled and looked at Song Wanqiu, who looked surprised next to her, and said seriously, "Crying makes my heart hurt."

It’s really more explosive than the system’s brainwashing!

Barrage--

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【6】

【She is the woman I cannot be. 】

[Nangong Ying, I won’t criticize you anymore, please be normal. 】

[Which good person treats wounds so roughly? Or to myself...]

[Who taught Nangong Ying the quotes about scumbag men? Is that how it’s used? I'll take it! ! ! ! (Twisted, dark crawling)]

[Although it was indeed cleaned very well, but... you scared Dr. Su. 】

[Dr. Su: Very good, woman, you successfully caught my attention. 】

[Song Wanqiu: Woman, you successfully caused me to panic and scream! 】

Hot searches are rising.

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The video of Nangong Ying holding a cotton swab with an expressionless face and rubbing her wounds clean like a potato has been repeatedly reposted and played. The thin woman has a pale face and uses violence on her wounds expressionlessly. It's a bit scary no matter how you look at it. Gotta panic. So the black fan who had just escaped shut up again and shrank.

Su Yanchen's eyes moved, but finally returned to calmness. He didn't say anything, and speeded up the disinfection and simple bandaging of Nangong Ying.

When Nangong Ying went up the mountain, she was followed by two tailmen and a cameraman.

The director failed. He didn't turn off the live broadcast when he broadcast the accident. Now he just turned on the live broadcast to look for pigs. There is a doctor anyway.

Su Yuchen was going to the mountains to see if there were any medicinal materials that could be collected, and Fan Qian was here to show the way.

When they came to the hillside where they rolled down, maybe Su Yuchen's snake repellent had taken effect, but there was no sound around them.

Nangong Ying called the pig with the local call and lowered her head to check the traces.

Following some subtle traces, they soon came to a small mountain col.

It was overgrown with weeds, and it seemed like no one would pass by here on weekdays.

Su Yuchen stared at Nangong Ying's figure squatting on the ground in trance.

She just squatted down and twirled her fingers to find the traces one step ahead of him and continue to follow.

You know, he has participated in search and rescue training, so he should be faster than ordinary people...

The sound of pigs grunting came from deep in the mountain col.

"Found it." A smile appeared on Nangong Ying's pale face. She wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeves, "Let's go."

Su Yuchen stared at her whitened lips, and several prescriptions for regulating the body slowly emerged in his mind.

As a doctor, he really couldn't stand by and watch when he encountered a patient.

"Can you walk slower?" He pointed to the surrounding vegetation, "I want to pick some medicinal herbs."

Nangong Ying looked in the direction he pointed and nodded, "How to pick it? I'll help you."

Fan Qian looked at Dr. Su, who had an elegant manner and lowered his head to collect herbs. He was incompatible with this environment, but he blended in strangely.

The aura of being in the world but not stained by dust always made him feel familiar.

Su...

It shouldn't be the Su he met from afar. After all, that person is the treasure of the entire Su family. Why would they let him come to this remote place alone?

Fan Gan shook his head to shake off this ridiculous idea.

Three pigs were found, and the remaining one was groaning in despair.

It was caught in the hunting trap, and it could be seen that it struggled for a long time. A small dirt pit appeared under its body, and the small dirt bag in front of it was also dug into a small hole by its trotters.

Nangong Ying asked Fan Qian to hold the pig down while she stepped forward to untie the hunting trap.

Fan Gan tried it, "How can you hold it down?"

Nangong Ying was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Su Yuchen, who was standing beside her in the clear moonlight, and spoke carefully, "Doctor Su..."

The barrage was full of chatter.

[You’re not asking such a handsome guy to push a pig, are you? Help! Let him go and let me do it! 】

[Protect me, Dr. Fang Su, who the hell dares to let this face touch a pig? I fight her tooth and nail! 】

[Nangong Ying, you’d better not have dangerous thoughts! 】

[Nangong Ying, please let him go, I promise not to slander you this week! 】

[Flies in the front, you have made a great contribution! 】

"How about you resist the camera?"

The cameraman and Su Yuchen looked at each other, and the camera also focused on Su Yuchen. Netizens are obsessed with their appearance.

[Ah, I'm dead, he's looking at me! 】

[Dr. Su, please! Come into the entertainment industry and wash your eyes for me! 】

[The entertainment industry washes its eyes and takes care of leisure! ! ! Strongly amway our brother! Dr. Su, please continue to be a doctor and tell me the name of the hospital where you work. Thank you. 】

[The previous one is so insidious. Don’t tell Dr. Su, but tell me. I am sick and need treatment. 】

【I am sick too! Treat me! 】

The breeze in the forest blew by, raising the corners of Su Yuchen's mouth slightly, and the gentleness in his eyes had a calm meaning.

A group of netizens who fell ill instantly went crazy.

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome." As he said that, he took out a small cloth bag from the medicine box he carried and unfolded it to reveal silver needles of different sizes.

The gentle man whom netizens described as a gentle man walked forward slowly and gave the pig a few needles very gently. The pig stopped moving instantly.

Nangong Ying was very surprised, "Can you still prick acupoints with silver needles?"

"I've learned a little bit." Su Yuchen was very modest and stepped aside to wipe the silver needle for disinfection. "Hurry up and you'll wake up soon."

"Oh."

Nangong Ying was a little unfamiliar with modern hunting traps. Fortunately, he had learned the trap technique from his brother in the past, and he was able to untie it after studying for a while.

The hunting trap was stained with rust, and there was still dirt on it. It had been left there for a long time. The hunter who placed the hunting trap must have forgotten about it.

The stuff is quite interesting, take it back and play with it. She casually threw the hunting trap to Fan Qian, squatted down and slightly treated the wound on the pig's leg.

"Eh?" She exhaled softly, revealing a flat stone surface where the pig had rubbed it away.

Su Yuchen raised his head, there was no curiosity in his eyes, but he still asked warmly, "What's wrong?"

Nangong Ying did not answer him, but just raised his head and looked around, then looked up at the sky, and murmured, "The mountains are righteous, the distant hills are guarding... the flowing water is curved..."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Qian approached, with a puzzled look on his face, "What happened to the pig??"

Nangong Ying suddenly turned his gaze back, startling him, "What are you doing??"

The cameraman's camera was pointed at Nangong Ying, and he found clues in the barrage area.

[Hey, that piece of land seems to be flat! 】

[It feels like stone, but very smooth. 】

[It feels like a treasure hunt show suddenly...]

[What does Nangong Ying want to do? 】

In the camera, Nangong Ying suddenly started digging the soil with his hands.

The system in her mind was screaming: [Ah! Host, you have a wound on your hand! Can't get infected! ah! There’s so much dirt, I’m dirty! I'm dirty! 】

Nangong Ying couldn't care less about this. She just wanted to verify the guess in her heart.

If... if it's really what she thinks...

The wind in the mountains rustled through the leaves. Fan Qian didn't know why, but he looked at Nangong Ying's gauze-wrapped hands, and after thinking about it, he squatted down and started pulling the soil with her.

Su Yichen frowned and took out new gauze from the medical box.

The sun peeked out from the clouds, the hills were filled with gold, and the warmth gradually enveloped people.

The popularity is rising...

until—

boiling.