The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

They spent the night in a respectful manner.

The next morning, the old doctor prepared the medicine for Jing Muyang to drink.

Not long after, he began to feel severe pain and vomited a lot of black blood. Not only that, the old doctor also cut the tip of his ring finger and let it bleed, and the blood that flowed out was also black.

I was stunned when I first saw him. How could he be so fierce?

"Old man, you...you...is this how you treat him? What medicine did you give him?" She didn't even look at the prescription yesterday, but when she opened the door this morning, she brought the medicine directly to him and asked him to take it on an empty stomach.

"Poison! Fight poison with poison!"

"You... are too overbearing! If your body can't handle it, you'll die!"

Chu Jian had just wiped the blood from the corner of Jing Muyang's mouth when Jing Muyang vomited another mouthful of black blood.

"This won't work! He can't bear it, old man. We can't treat him anymore. I have to go to the market town right now!"

"It's too late. He has already drunk my medicine. If there is no follow-up medicine, he will die immediately!" The old man was a little gloating. "Besides, the doctors in the market town are not as good as me. Girl, you should give up this idea."

"You..." Chu Jian was furious. This old man was so mean. She wanted to argue with him but was stopped by Jing Muyang. He shook his head gently to show that he was relieved.

"You take care of him. Bandage him up if the bleeding stops. I'm leaving now." The old man waved his hands and left...

When I first saw Jing Muyang sitting by the bed, supporting him as he vomited blood, I didn't know whether to chase him or not. I could only watch the old doctor leave.

Fortunately, Jing Muyang calmed down after vomiting this time, and the blood from his fingers soon stopped flowing. He lay on the bed as if exhausted, quietly looking at the woman in front of him who was bandaging him with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry." He raised his other hand with difficulty to wipe her tears.

"We shouldn't have believed him. If we had gone to the market town yesterday, we would have reached the capital later today. No matter what problem you have, my grandfather will have a solution." Chu Jian couldn't stop sobbing. That's what she said. How could a miracle doctor come out of such a backward and simple place?

"Chu Jian, remember what I said yesterday. If there is any unexpected situation during the treatment..."

"No!" Chu Jian cried on top of him. "Don't let anything happen to you."

"Don't cry, I said I will be responsible for you. I won't die so easily. Don't cry." Jing Muyang patted her head and caressed it, "Don't cry."

It took her a long time to recover from the first meeting. She didn't know why she was so sad and hurt. She had only known him for a few days. Was it because they had been through hardships and life and death together? Was it because Jing Muyang said he would be responsible for her and take care of her in every way?

She hadn't even forgotten that they had slept in the same bed in life and shared the same coffin in death. This was more than just an ordinary friendship.

*

Jing Muyang had fallen asleep, breathing evenly. The aunt came over, cleaned up the black blood, and comforted her for a while.

"Miss, Mr. Fanglin is a skilled doctor, your husband will be fine."

"He left the patient behind for the entire morning and no one knows where he ran off to. If anything were to happen, we wouldn't be able to handle it." Chu Jian was very dissatisfied.

"Sir has gone to Dongzi's house and should be back soon."

However, the old doctor did not come back until dark. Jing Muyang was awake and Chu Jian was feeding him porridge.

"Well, that's good. Don't eat too much and continue tomorrow." He came in, glanced at Jing Muyang, and turned and left.

Chu Jian was so irritated by his attitude that she stood up angrily, "Wait! I want to see the prescription!"

"Okay." The old doctor turned around lazily and threw a bundle of paper to her from his arms, more than ten sheets.

When I first saw this cursive calligraphy, I looked at it from left to right but couldn't recognize a few words. The few medicines I recognized were all poisonous, but I could tell that each one was different.

"What are these? What do they say? Why are each one different?"

"You girl, you can't even read a word and you're still reading a prescription." Chu Jian was mocked mercilessly by him again, "I wrote down a few backup plans. If this one doesn't work, I'll try another one. But judging from today's situation, the effect is not bad. If I add two more medicines tomorrow, it will be even more perfect."

"You...you're using patients for experiments. That's unethical!"

"What's the use of morality? What's important is to keep your life!" The old doctor was not angry at all. He walked out of the house arrogantly with his hands behind his back.

When she first saw him, she stamped her feet in anger. She thought the old man was a good doctor yesterday, but now it seems that he is just a scoundrel!

"Don't be angry, the old doctor seems to be confident, we should believe him." Jing Muyang patted her hands. He knew his situation very well. It didn't matter whether he believed it or not. Anyway, he had to give it a try.

The prescription for vomiting blood lasted for three days. Starting from the fourth day, not only was the medicine changed, but many silver needles were inserted into my body. The old doctor said that the poison had been almost eliminated. If I wanted to resume my movements, I had to do acupuncture, massage, and practice on the ground every day.

Several days later.

"Grandpa Fanglin, at this rate, how long will it take for Muyang to be able to walk on his own?"

As soon as she saw him coming back, she went to take the medicine box, poured him some water and massaged his shoulders. Her attitude changed 180 degrees. After more than ten days of treatment and rehabilitation exercises, Jing Muyang's complexion and spirit are getting better and better, and he can already walk slowly with a little support.

"That depends on him. He will get better faster if he walks more, practices more, and gets massaged more." The old doctor looked at Jing Muyang meaningfully, and then said to her, "But there's no need to rush. Take your time."

"Then can we return to Beijing early?"

"Okay, I'll let you go in a few days."

"That's great." Chu Jian couldn't postpone it any longer, she had to rush back to school.

Chu Jian supported Jing Muyang and walked in the yard.

"Muyang, Auntie said there will be a market tomorrow. If she returns to Beijing in a few days, I want her to take me to see it tomorrow. I haven't been to the market yet."

It has rained several times in the past few days, alleviating the drought. A lot of the relief grain that had been withheld has also been distributed. I heard that several corrupt officials have been investigated, and the villagers seem to have hope again.

"Okay, I'll go with you after the acupuncture tomorrow."

What is coming will come, and you can’t stop it.

**