108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

(6)

With the newly released Su's Four Points, and the postponed kindergarten teaching time because of the man's injury, Su Jingyan finally had a period of peace where he no longer had to be pissed off by his own sickness, and didn't have to be annoyed by a bunch of brats. time.

As a conscientious sword doctor, Su Jingyan conducts ward rounds every morning, inquires about the condition, records it in the record, and then sends out soup and medicine that is updated according to the change of the condition; the medicine is changed every day at noon, when men usually develop poison, Su Jingyan again By the way, he helped him adjust his breath, and then hand-feed the patients who had no energy left; every afternoon, he would bury his head in the pharmacy, and according to the classics and memories, he would come up with a certain formula, boil it, and let the men take it before dark. He adjusted the dosage and composition of the medicinal materials according to the observed clinical response.

In this way, on the evening of the fourth day, Su Jingyan let go of the man's wrist, raised his head and turned to him, because he was in a good mood, and smiled slightly: "Starting tomorrow, you can go to the ground to exercise your muscles and bones a little. The poison on your body, I also There is already a symptomatic solution. After that, as long as you take the medicine on time and rest for a month, you will be fine."

The man who was obediently listening to the doctor's order looked at Su Jingyan suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, but there was joy that should have been there.

After confirming that the other party successfully accepted his intentions, Su Jingyan got up, smoothed out the wrinkles left on the bed after he sat down, and walked to the side table to pick up the stacked empty bowls.

There was a heavy sound of a body falling to the ground behind him, Su Jingyan turned around, and the man who was kneeling on one knee with his head bowed came into view.

The setting sun was slanting outside the house, and the blood-red rays pierced through the window paper, elongating the reflection of the man's straight and straight figure even though he was kneeling on the ground.

"Mister's life-saving grace, I will never forget it." The man said slowly, his voice was deep and powerful, serious, "It's just that I can't repay you today. If my husband orders me in the future, I will definitely die."

A short sentence appeared in the mouth of a person who uttered words such as "yes" or "thank you" and "sorry" in the past few days. Su Jingyan's first feeling was that this man did not suffer from language barriers.

...However, this kind of standard template from various romances, compared with the memory of many patients' gratitude words accumulated in the memory of the sword doctor, is the same and has no innovation. I am really tired of hearing it.

Su Jingyan suddenly felt dull, and a little bit of joy from overcoming medical difficulties quickly dissipated because he didn't get the right response.

Glancing at the large piece of exposed flesh of the man Chi Guoguo, Su Jingyan, who didn't understand the logic of his illness, left the bedroom without saying a word.When he finished cleaning and went in with the folded clothes in his arms, he was taken aback by the large living creature already hidden in the shadows.

Of course, Su Jingyan's expression has never fluctuated much. Although this level can still be regarded as surprise, it is just a pause in his footsteps. In the eyes of another person, it is his savior who walked away with a displeased face. , and then turned back slowly with a complicated expression.

The fists on the ground clenched tightly, and when he noticed that his eyes were lightly on him, he quickly let go of the knuckles that were clenched together.

The scene in front of him was actually very pleasing to the eye after seeing it. Su Jingyan put aside the concept of dressing that comes with the body, and silently admired the man's strong and strong body for a while, before putting the few sets of clothes in his hand on the edge of the bed:

"I threw away your clothes. I've only worn them once or twice, and they've been washed. You'll make do with it for a while."

The man was taken aback, and looked up at him in a daze, but he didn't speak for a long time, the expression on his face was indescribable.

Su Jingyan noticed that he had some strange reactions, but he couldn't think of any antecedents. After thinking back and confirming that the antidote he had just fed was correct, he didn't bother to worry about it. He turned his back and went to find a new cloth towel in the suitcase, and then burned Water for bathing.

In the early morning of the next day, when Su Jingyan was still on the verge of waking up and falling into a deep sleep, the sound of rushing water came out of the window one after another.

The sound was not loud, but the mountain was already quiet, and Su Jingyan had always been a light sleeper. Coupled with the excellent hearing ability brought about by years of martial arts practice, this subtle noise aroused curiosity, and at the same time announced the time to wake up a quarter of an hour earlier than usual .

After grooming, Su Jingyan opened the door, and habitually knocked on the door next door with one finger, but no one answered as expected.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Su Jingyan felt a little annoyed at the sick patient who was supposed to lay his dead body inside with the help of the next door.He walked down the corridor, slandering secretly: Maybe he shouldn't have been dressed yesterday, so that he wouldn't have the opportunity to go to the ground early in the morning to disturb people's dreams.

The man in the yard was nowhere to be seen, but the footprints left on the ground pointed the way.With the thought of doing his duty to the end, Su Jingyan walked along the footprints to the stream not far from Zhuju, exuding air-conditioning.

The morning sun is rising, and the morning light shines on the surface of the stream, and the splashing water is like shining golden light.By the stream, clumps of cattail grass swayed with the wind, and the purple cattail flowers turned into flying catkins and fell to the surface of the water.A few fat fish jumped out of the water, and plunged into the water as if fleeing for their lives. Behind them, a harpoon stirred up countless splashes of water, poked down with great momentum again and again, and retracted with nothing every time.

So many times, against the morning light, the man who had been soaking in the stream for an unknown amount of time, with his trousers and sleeves rolled up, straightened up, wiped his sweat with the other hand, walked a few steps in the water, and came to the shore to prepare for a rest.

When he came over, Su Jingyan was looking down at the fish in the bamboo basket.He knew that there were fish in this stream, but he was allowed to go into the water in cold weather just to satisfy his appetite, which was his eternal backup plan when he wanted to eat fish.

"Mr. Su?"

The man was taken aback, and called out to him a little uncomfortably.

He was wearing Su Jingyan's clothes, even if he rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, he could still see that he was a bit short, but it was strangely not ugly. On the contrary, the slightly smaller tailoring made the clothes tight on his body, and detailedly outlined his strong shoulder muscles. The arm muscles and chest muscles, lined with the mask that no longer looks cold in the sun, are full of masculinity.

Su Jingyan didn't expect him to be even more attractive in his clothes than the half-covered clothes he was used to seeing, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Mr. Su?"

It was only after being called for the second time that Su Jingyan came back to his senses.He coughed a few times, deliberately avoided the man's sight for the first time, and moved his eyes from the bamboo basket to the wooden basin next to him.

... So Su Jingyan knew the source of the noise in the morning.

It turned out that all the washable things on his bed were wrung out one by one and piled up in the basin.

"... Cleaned up?"

Su Jingyan likes to be clean. Although this person kindly took over his work a few days ago, if it was just superficial, he would have to do it again.

"Ah."

The man nodded, walked out of the water, sat on the stone to wash off the sand on the clogs and calves, walked over and bent over to pick up the wooden basin.

Su Jingyan also picked up the bamboo basket and followed him back to the yard.

As if to make up for the four days of bed rest, the man began to tie ropes to dry the sheets as soon as he arrived in the yard.

Su Jingyan also took one, but just as he tied it, he was snatched by someone from behind.

Looking at the other party's skillful and quick movements, and the lip line that would tighten when he was serious, the person who thought he was doing things slowly chose to go to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Su Jingyan was stunned.

The fire was already burning in the stove, and there was a neat pile of freshly cut firewood in the corner.A burst of sweet rice smell wafted out of the pot, and it smelled very tempting.At that moment, Su Jingyan felt his empty stomach shrink.

On one side of the table, there are several food dishes in sequence, which are the dishes that Su Jingyan is used to eating for breakfast on weekdays.Pickles, vegetables, sliced ​​meat, and a plate of scrambled eggs.

... No, scrambled eggs?

Su Jingyan doesn't raise chickens himself, and most of the eggs he eats are sent by folks in the village down the mountain.But in this era, for an ordinary peasant family, the eggs are carefully saved and sold in the town market for food, and they are only willing to give them to pregnant women, patients and "outsiders" like Su Jingyan.

And as early as half a month ago, Su Jingyan ate up the few eggs. The last time I went down the mountain, I didn't come to replenish them because there were too many things.

Didn't he pick up a speech impediment patient, but a snail man back home?

Su Jingyan brought the dishes to the stone table outside, set the bowls and chopsticks to fill the rice, propped his chin and stared at the people who were busy drying the bedding not far away, thinking silently.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, and the man's originally smooth and orderly movements gradually became dull and stiff, and in the end he was almost at the same level. Su Jingyan was terrified when he saw it, fearing that he would accidentally drop the washed things on the ground.

Su Jingyan had no choice but to turn his gaze, and began to observe the porridge in front of him.The heat of the food came from the place where the fingers touched the porcelain. The same ingredients seemed to be sprinkled with a little more chopped green onion, but the smell seemed to be far more different than that.

Su Jingyan stirred it with a spoon. At this moment, the light in front of him dimmed, and the tall, long-legged person finally sat down.

"Let's eat."

Su Jingyan said something lightly, moved his chopsticks to pick up the scrambled eggs, took a few mouthfuls and found that the other person was still motionless.

He felt strange, looked up, and saw the man sitting there quietly, staring at him very seriously for an unknown how long.

Su Jingyan was a little surprised that he didn't notice anything in his heart, and he didn't show any emotion on his face, but said softly: "It tastes good, thank you."

When the stomach is hungry, the meal is ready. Such a day is only a month away, but it suddenly feels like a lifetime away.And the meal in front of me, compared to the exquisite dishes on the table in my memory, is simple and unadorned, but it is too satisfying.

"Used to do it often?"

Generally, people who seldom talk during meals are in a good mood. It is rare for them to let go of their curiosity and ask casually while tasting the vegetarian porridge that seems to be an upgraded version of themselves.

Hearing his question, the man was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Lian'er was very greedy when she was young, and often said that the kitchen made pig food."

When another unknown name was mentioned, the corners of the man's usually stiff mouth loosened slightly, and his long eyelashes drooped unconsciously. From Su Jingyan's perspective, the contours of his always cold face softened a lot.

He paused, and his slightly hoarse male voice was tinged with nostalgia: "I can only please the chef in every possible way, begging him to allow me to borrow the fire stove, secretly go down the mountain to buy ingredients, and come back to cook for her."

Su Jingyan thought about the appearance of this tall and thick man in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and an apron on, especially the upper half of his face was wearing a mask, and he couldn't help laughing.

It's really...you can't judge by appearance.

Others always think that if he loves cleanliness and is obsessed with cleanliness, he must be a good cook, but they don't know that he can only cook well.As a result, he himself was unavoidable in the end.

His smile made the man a little puzzled, and he could only look at him suspiciously.

The eyes in the mask are slender, with extremely black eyeballs. Matched with his imposing manner, a casual glance contains some cold evil spirit, but at this moment, the man sitting under the tree is dappled by the shadows and his whole body is chilling, just like that straight Looking at the serious look over here, he looked a little dazed.

Su Jingyan couldn't help laughing again. Now, the person who had been watching him seemed to be a little stunned. After a long while, he quickly looked away and lowered his head.

The author has something to say:

I don't know why it was locked, and I can't handle the daily plot, Khan

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(6)

With the newly released Su's Four Points, and the postponed kindergarten teaching time because of the man's injury, Su Jingyan finally had a period of peace where he no longer had to be pissed off by his own sickness, and didn't have to be annoyed by a bunch of brats. time.

As a conscientious sword doctor, Su Jingyan conducts ward rounds every morning, inquires about the condition, records it in the record, and then sends out soup and medicine that is updated according to the change of the condition; the medicine is changed every day at noon, when men usually develop poison, Su Jingyan again By the way, he helped him adjust his breath, and then hand-feed the patients who had no energy left; every afternoon, he would bury his head in the pharmacy, and according to the classics and memories, he would come up with a certain formula, boil it, and let the men take it before dark. He adjusted the dosage and composition of the medicinal materials according to the observed clinical response.

In this way, on the evening of the fourth day, Su Jingyan let go of the man's wrist, raised his head and turned to him, because he was in a good mood, and smiled slightly: "Starting tomorrow, you can go to the ground to exercise your muscles and bones a little. The poison on your body, I also There is already a symptomatic solution. After that, as long as you take the medicine on time and rest for a month, you will be fine."

The man who was obediently listening to the doctor's order looked at Su Jingyan suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, but there was joy that should have been there.

After confirming that the other party successfully accepted his intentions, Su Jingyan got up, smoothed out the wrinkles left on the bed after he sat down, and walked to the side table to pick up the stacked empty bowls.

There was a heavy sound of a body falling to the ground behind him, Su Jingyan turned around, and the man who was kneeling on one knee with his head bowed came into view.

The setting sun was slanting outside the house, and the blood-red rays pierced through the window paper, elongating the reflection of the man's straight and straight figure even though he was kneeling on the ground.

"Mister's life-saving grace, I will never forget it." The man said slowly, his voice was deep and powerful, serious, "It's just that I can't repay you today. If my husband orders me in the future, I will definitely die."

A short sentence appeared in the mouth of a person who uttered words such as "yes" or "thank you" and "sorry" in the past few days. Su Jingyan's first feeling was that this man did not suffer from language barriers.

...However, this kind of standard template from various romances, compared with the memory of many patients' gratitude words accumulated in the memory of the sword doctor, is the same and has no innovation. I am really tired of hearing it.

Su Jingyan suddenly felt dull, and a little bit of joy from overcoming medical difficulties quickly dissipated because he didn't get the right response.

Glancing at the large piece of exposed flesh of the man Chi Guoguo, Su Jingyan, who didn't understand the logic of his illness, left the bedroom without saying a word.When he finished cleaning and went in with the folded clothes in his arms, he was taken aback by the large living creature already hidden in the shadows.

Of course, Su Jingyan's expression has never fluctuated much. Although this level can still be regarded as surprise, it is just a pause in his footsteps. In the eyes of another person, it is his savior who walked away with a displeased face. , and then turned back slowly with a complicated expression.

The fists on the ground clenched tightly, and when he noticed that his eyes were lightly on him, he quickly let go of the knuckles that were clenched together.

The scene in front of him was actually very pleasing to the eye after seeing it. Su Jingyan put aside the concept of dressing that comes with the body, and silently admired the man's strong and strong body for a while, before putting the few sets of clothes in his hand on the edge of the bed:

"I threw away your clothes. I've only worn them once or twice, and they've been washed. You'll make do with it for a while."

The man was taken aback, and looked up at him in a daze, but he didn't speak for a long time, the expression on his face was indescribable.

Su Jingyan noticed that he had some strange reactions, but he couldn't think of any antecedents. After thinking back and confirming that the antidote he had just fed was correct, he didn't bother to worry about it. He turned his back and went to find a new cloth towel in the suitcase, and then burned Water for bathing.

In the early morning of the next day, when Su Jingyan was still on the verge of waking up and falling into a deep sleep, the sound of rushing water came out of the window one after another.

The sound was not loud, but the mountain was already quiet, and Su Jingyan had always been a light sleeper. Coupled with the excellent hearing ability brought about by years of martial arts practice, this subtle noise aroused curiosity, and at the same time announced the time to wake up a quarter of an hour earlier than usual .

After grooming, Su Jingyan opened the door, and habitually knocked on the door next door with one finger, but no one answered as expected.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Su Jingyan felt a little annoyed at the sick patient who was supposed to lay his dead body inside with the help of the next door.He walked down the corridor, slandering secretly: Maybe he shouldn't have been dressed yesterday, so that he wouldn't have the opportunity to go to the ground early in the morning to disturb people's dreams.

The man in the yard was nowhere to be seen, but the footprints left on the ground pointed the way.With the thought of doing his duty to the end, Su Jingyan walked along the footprints to the stream not far from Zhuju, exuding air-conditioning.

The morning sun is rising, and the morning light shines on the surface of the stream, and the splashing water is like shining golden light.By the stream, clumps of cattail grass swayed with the wind, and the purple cattail flowers turned into flying catkins and fell to the surface of the water.A few fat fish jumped out of the water, and plunged into the water as if fleeing for their lives. Behind them, a harpoon stirred up countless splashes of water, poked down with great momentum again and again, and retracted with nothing every time.

So many times, against the morning light, the man who had been soaking in the stream for an unknown amount of time, with his trousers and sleeves rolled up, straightened up, wiped his sweat with the other hand, walked a few steps in the water, and came to the shore to prepare for a rest.

When he came over, Su Jingyan was looking down at the fish in the bamboo basket.He knew that there were fish in this stream, but he was allowed to go into the water in cold weather just to satisfy his appetite, which was his eternal backup plan when he wanted to eat fish.

"Mr. Su?"

The man was taken aback, and called out to him a little uncomfortably.

He was wearing Su Jingyan's clothes, even if he rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, he could still see that he was a bit short, but it was strangely not ugly. On the contrary, the slightly smaller tailoring made the clothes tight on his body, and detailedly outlined his strong shoulder muscles. The arm muscles and chest muscles, lined with the mask that no longer looks cold in the sun, are full of masculinity.

Su Jingyan didn't expect him to be even more attractive in his clothes than the half-covered clothes he was used to seeing, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Mr. Su?"

It was only after being called for the second time that Su Jingyan came back to his senses.He coughed a few times, deliberately avoided the man's sight for the first time, and moved his eyes from the bamboo basket to the wooden basin next to him.

... So Su Jingyan knew the source of the noise in the morning.

It turned out that all the washable things on his bed were wrung out one by one and piled up in the basin.

"... Cleaned up?"

Su Jingyan likes to be clean. Although this person kindly took over his work a few days ago, if it was just superficial, he would have to do it again.

"Ah."

The man nodded, walked out of the water, sat on the stone to wash off the sand on the clogs and calves, walked over and bent over to pick up the wooden basin.

Su Jingyan also picked up the bamboo basket and followed him back to the yard.

As if to make up for the four days of bed rest, the man began to tie ropes to dry the sheets as soon as he arrived in the yard.

Su Jingyan also took one, but just as he tied it, he was snatched by someone from behind.

Looking at the other party's skillful and quick movements, and the lip line that would tighten when he was serious, the person who thought he was doing things slowly chose to go to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Su Jingyan was stunned.

The fire was already burning in the stove, and there was a neat pile of freshly cut firewood in the corner.A burst of sweet rice smell wafted out of the pot, and it smelled very tempting.At that moment, Su Jingyan felt his empty stomach shrink.

On one side of the table, there are several food dishes in sequence, which are the dishes that Su Jingyan is used to eating for breakfast on weekdays.Pickles, vegetables, sliced ​​meat, and a plate of scrambled eggs.

... No, scrambled eggs?

Su Jingyan doesn't raise chickens himself, and most of the eggs he eats are sent by folks in the village down the mountain.But in this era, for an ordinary peasant family, the eggs are carefully saved and sold in the town market for food, and they are only willing to give them to pregnant women, patients and "outsiders" like Su Jingyan.

And as early as half a month ago, Su Jingyan ate up the few eggs. The last time I went down the mountain, I didn't come to replenish them because there were too many things.

Didn't he pick up a speech impediment patient, but a snail man back home?

Su Jingyan brought the dishes to the stone table outside, set the bowls and chopsticks to fill the rice, propped his chin and stared at the people who were busy drying the bedding not far away, thinking silently.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, and the man's originally smooth and orderly movements gradually became dull and stiff, and in the end he was almost at the same level. Su Jingyan was terrified when he saw it, fearing that he would accidentally drop the washed things on the ground.

Su Jingyan had no choice but to turn his gaze, and began to observe the porridge in front of him.The heat of the food came from the place where the fingers touched the porcelain. The same ingredients seemed to be sprinkled with a little more chopped green onion, but the smell seemed to be far more different than that.

Su Jingyan stirred it with a spoon. At this moment, the light in front of him dimmed, and the tall, long-legged person finally sat down.

"Let's eat."

Su Jingyan said something lightly, moved his chopsticks to pick up the scrambled eggs, took a few mouthfuls and found that the other person was still motionless.

He felt strange, looked up, and saw the man sitting there quietly, staring at him very seriously for an unknown how long.

Su Jingyan was a little surprised that he didn't notice anything in his heart, and he didn't show any emotion on his face, but said softly: "It tastes good, thank you."

When the stomach is hungry, the meal is ready. Such a day is only a month away, but it suddenly feels like a lifetime away.And the meal in front of me, compared to the exquisite dishes on the table in my memory, is simple and unadorned, but it is too satisfying.

"Used to do it often?"

Generally, people who seldom talk during meals are in a good mood. It is rare for them to let go of their curiosity and ask casually while tasting the vegetarian porridge that seems to be an upgraded version of themselves.

Hearing his question, the man was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Lian'er was very greedy when she was young, and often said that the kitchen made pig food."

When another unknown name was mentioned, the corners of the man's usually stiff mouth loosened slightly, and his long eyelashes drooped unconsciously. From Su Jingyan's perspective, the contours of his always cold face softened a lot.

He paused, and his slightly hoarse male voice was tinged with nostalgia: "I can only please the chef in every possible way, begging him to allow me to borrow the fire stove, secretly go down the mountain to buy ingredients, and come back to cook for her."

Su Jingyan thought about the appearance of this tall and thick man in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and an apron on, especially the upper half of his face was wearing a mask, and he couldn't help laughing.

It's really...you can't judge by appearance.

Others always think that if he loves cleanliness and is obsessed with cleanliness, he must be a good cook, but they don't know that he can only cook well.As a result, he himself was unavoidable in the end.

His smile made the man a little puzzled, and he could only look at him suspiciously.

The eyes in the mask are slender, with extremely black eyeballs. Matched with his imposing manner, a casual glance contains some cold evil spirit, but at this moment, the man sitting under the tree is dappled by the shadows and his whole body is chilling, just like that straight Looking at the serious look over here, he looked a little dazed.

Su Jingyan couldn't help laughing again. Now, the person who had been watching him seemed to be a little stunned. After a long while, he quickly looked away and lowered his head.

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