Time Travel Female Queen, Legend of Medicine Saint

The patch of white in the grass alerted him. He looked around subconsciously.

Suddenly, he noticed that the hem of a white shirt was vaguely exposed in the grass. There was also a large amount of blood on that piece of clothing.

Jiang Fugui's heartbeat quickened, and he cautiously looked deeper into the grass.

In the dim grass, he vaguely saw a man wearing a white shirt lying there.

The man looked weak and seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Help me!" the man shouted weakly, his voice full of pain and helplessness. His voice made Jiang Fugui's heart beat faster instantly.

Without hesitation, he rushed into the grass and tried to help the man.

However, the moment he touched the man, he only heard a painful groan, followed by a heavy fainting sound.

Jiang Fugui felt that his body was as limp as a puddle of mud.

He hurriedly shook the man's body vigorously, trying to wake him up.

However, the stab wound on the man's chest was deep, his face had turned extremely pale, and he looked like his life was hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, this place was less than 200 meters away from home. It took him a lot of effort to carry the man back home. People in the mountains knew some simple herbal medicine.

After the prescription was brought back, there was a lot of medicinal powder brought back from the cave at home. The wife had the foresight and said that it would be convenient to grind the medicine into powder.

Jiang Fugui mixed some anti-inflammatory and detoxifying powder with boiling water and fed it to the man in white. He applied the medicine to the wound and then started to kill the chicken and stew the soup. The injured person needed tonic to recover quickly!

The pheasant that I originally wanted to exchange for some coarse cloth and vegetable seeds was eaten by a strange man. Let's forget about it later. Saving people is the most important thing now.

On the third day, under Jiang Fugui's careful care, the man in white finally regained consciousness.

Jiang Fugui breathed a long sigh of relief, and his nervous expression finally relaxed. "Sir, where are you from and why are you injured?" Jiang Fugui asked with concern.

The man in white frowned, his mind in confusion. He looked at Jiang Fugui, but couldn't answer his question.

He tried to recall his identity and origins, but there was only a blank in his mind.

"Where do I come from? Who am I?" The man in white held his head, leaning forward in pain. His voice was filled with confusion and fear.

Jiang Fugui was panicked, and he quickly comforted him. "Sir, don't be impatient. Don't think about these things for now. Take good care of yourself first."

Jiang Qingchen came back with a load of game, and two white foxes on his shoulders.

"Jiang Lang, I'm back, come and see if there's any good stuff." Jiang Qingchen shouted happily at the door.

Jiang Fugui immediately greeted her and came over to unload the goods for her. "Master, you are so capable. There are so many game meats that can be eaten for a long time after being pickled."

"These two white foxes will make fur coats, and their tails will make two scarves, one for you and one for my father. When you are ready, I will accompany you to your parents' house."

Jiang Qingchen patted the dust on his body, raised his legs and walked into the room.

Suddenly, she stopped, glanced at the man in white on the bed, and asked in surprise: "Hey, who are you!"

Jiang Qingchen's words also stunned Jiang Fugui. He turned around and looked at the man in white, only to see that the blood on his body had dried and hardened, and his face was as pale as snow.

"I rescued him on the roadside that day. I still don't know his name yet?" Jiang Fugui explained to Jiang Qingchen.

Jiang Qingchen circled around the man in white. Isn't this the Ninth Young Master of Yong'an City? Why is he in his own home?

"Amnesia?" Jiang Qingchen frowned. She had rescued Bai Ziliang last time, so why was she injured again and came to her own home?

Jiang Qingchen took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "If that's the case, how is the injury now?"

The man in white said slightly embarrassed, "Sorry to bother you, I'm fine." As he said that, he tried to get up from the bed.

Jiang Fugui hurriedly held his shoulders and comforted him gently: "Master, your injury has not fully recovered yet, so you should not get up too early. This is my master Jiang Qingchen. Don't worry, we will try our best to treat your wounds until you fully recover. "

Bai Ziliang raised his head and looked at Jiang Fugui and Jiang Qingchen, his eyes filled with gratitude. He didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Jiang Qingchen walked to the man in white and wanted to check his wound, but his wound was on his chest. There was a difference between men and women. She stopped and said, "My husband just needs to take care of it. Just take good care of your injury! Tomorrow, I will I’ll get you some black fish, that thing has a very good healing effect on knife wounds.”

Jiang Fugui walked over, held her shoulders, and said gratefully: "Master, I took her home without your consent."

Jiang Qingchen smiled slightly and shook his head, "It's okay, I saw him, and I will save him too."

Under their careful care, Ninth Young Master gradually recovered. It's just that his memory has not yet fully recovered.

Yong'an City is far away from here, and we have to pass through three mountains on the way. The driver's carriage was still at home last time. However, Jiang Qingchen didn't have any martial arts skills. If he personally escorted the Ninth Young Master back, what should he do if he encounters bandits on the way?

Forget it, let's wait until the two maids arrive before making any plans. They are highly skilled in martial arts and are the safest escort candidates.

The strange thing is that they did not follow the Ninth Young Master this time. Did something big happen?

Jiang Qingchen did not reveal the past events between them to Bai Ziliang, nor did she tell him his true identity. She told the Ninth Princess to call Bai Ziliang first, so that she would have a name for convenience.

Today, Bai Ziliang wears Jiang Fugui's coarse clothes and follows him to learn housework and male work. Although he dresses in a village-like manner, his clothes cannot conceal his noble temperament.

Sure enough, temperament is innate, but in this ordinary life, it still can't hide his handsome face and elegant temperament. She couldn't help but be a little stunned when she looked at him.

It seemed like I was back in school again, with Bai Ziliang giving a lecture on the podium.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Fugui felt a little sad when he saw his wife staring at another man like this.

But he understood his identity. Jiang Qingchen would marry another husband sooner or later, so he couldn't spend his whole life with a beau.

Now this Bai Ziliang is quite good, he is good-looking, well-behaved and honest, but he is a bit clumsy with his hands, but judging from his temperament, he doesn't look like a farmer. A capable person like the head of the house should marry a man with such a good temperament. Being the first husband is quite fitting.

Thinking of being here at this time, he was determined to bring these two people together, "Master, tomorrow is market day again. I want to go to the market to buy some vegetable seeds, so I'll take the trouble to look at this Bai Ziliang."