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"Brother Shan, are you awake?" Before Shan Simiao could speak again, he heard a pretty voice coming from the door, and the girl in the yellow shirt rushed over and pulled up her sleeve affectionately. There was light in the big almond eyes.

"..." Shan Simiao didn't speak, but just stared at Meng Yunting who was next to him. This guy was honest, he fell asleep by himself, and led him directly to the girl's house.

"Uh, you've been in a coma for three days. I can't drag you around. This girl is alone again. Who knows if Hu Bugui will come back and commit murder? I'll help her bury her first." Dad, stop by." Naturally, Meng Yunting knew what was going on in his heart, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Don't talk about that, I'll ask the doctor to come and see you." Jiang Yingying was not polite, she skillfully tucked the quilt for Shan Simiao, then turned and walked out.

"What's your plan kid?" As soon as he left, Shan Simiao spoke again to Meng Yunting, who was laughing at the side.

"Hush..." Meng Yun Ting knew that he couldn't hide it from this guy. He looked back and confirmed that Jiang Yingying had really gone out, so he whispered, "Then Hu Bugui seems to want to find something with their father and daughter. Look at this girl who doesn't pay much attention to food and clothing...Maybe..."

"This girl is not simple." Shan Simiao knew that he had three eyes on money, and reminded him.

"I know..." Meng Yunting slammed his mouth. After Shan Simiao passed out, he himself panicked. If it wasn't for this girl's help, it would be a question of whether Shan Simiao would be alive now.It was not easy for a girl whose father had just died to save someone so calmly.

"But I... this is not a debt I just owed."

"..." Shan Simiao couldn't be bothered to look at him anymore, so he simply closed his eyes and took a nap.

After a while, I heard an old man being dragged in, groping around for a while, checking the pulse in his hands and sighing several times before standing up again.

"How is it, doctor?" Meng Yunting asked.

"This..." The old doctor is the only doctor in the village, and his medical skills are not very good, but as far as Shan Simiao's condition is concerned, even if he is not a medical student, he can see that it is very bad.

"This young man's meridians are broken all over. It is a miracle that he survived, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to move in the future."

"You mean, he will become a useless person?" Jiang Yingying frowned and said bluntly.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm really powerless, so I'm leaving."

After a while, there was silence in the room.

"Miss Jiang has a heart. Since the matter has come to this point, you can't help much, so let's part ways." Shan Simiao said that he wanted to leave.

Jiang Yingying was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect him to be so calm even though he was disabled, and immediately felt that this single Si Miao was very tight.

"Who says I can't do anything? There is no hope in this village, but these days, there are many strange people in the rivers and lakes. If I can find one to come, will I be able to help?" Jiang Yingying lifted Xiaoqiao up. Chin, looked very proud.

"You can really find it?" Meng Yunting regained his energy when he heard this.

"What's the difficulty? Some of them have close personal relationships with my father, so I'll go find someone right now." Jiang Yingying pouted and ran out quickly.

This wait is to wait until it gets dark.

Afraid that he was in severe pain, Meng Yunting took a basin of cold water and iced him with a handkerchief. It was strange to say that the pain in Shan Simiao's body was not so strong after doing this, and his stomach started to growl. When he got up, he asked Meng Yunting to cook two bowls of noodles, and ate them casually.

As soon as Meng Yunting finished feeding him a bowl of noodles, another five or sixty-year-old man was dragged in by Jiang Yingying.I saw that the old man was short in stature, but with thin eyebrows and red lips, and a ruddy complexion. He looked radiant and looked like a genius doctor.It's just that the hair on the head is sparse and tight, leaving only a thin layer of white hair on the outer ring. The top of the head is shiny and looks very happy.

"Uncle Lu, that's him." Jiang Yingying raised her fingertips and pointed at Shan Simiao who was on the sick bed.

"Well, let me see."

"Uncle Lu is one of the heirs of Fang Henian, the king of medicine. With him here, Big Brother Shan will be fine." Jiang Yingying smiled with crooked eyes, as if she was very confident in this Lu.

The old man pretended to stroke his beard, raised his eyelids and took a look at Shan Simiao on the kang, but he was not in a hurry to feel the pulse, so he asked Meng Yunting to remove all the zombie-like cloth bandages around his body , not even a single coat left.

Jiang Yingying is from her daughter's house, so it's not easy to stay in the house, she blushes, and she lifts the curtain to wait outside.

The slightly pale skin was exposed, and Shan Simiao lay flat on his back, unable to see what was happening on his body, but Meng Yunting let out a fuss, and then the strange old man frowned.

The half hole in Shan Simiao's chest stabbed by Hu Bugui has healed, leaving only a small hole the size of a chopstick tip.The blood scab on it was still there, but new pink flesh had grown out, covering up the horrific wound from just a few days ago.

"This...I heard from Yingying that he was injured the day before yesterday?"

"Yes... yes..."

Hearing this, the old man became even more amazed. He pinched Shan Simiao here and there, and he pinched him here and there.

"It's amazing, it's amazing." Old man Lu found that in this strange young man, the broken meridians were being connected and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he didn't need other people's treatment at all.

One must know that even with his Medicine King Valley's aptitude, it would take at least a year to connect people's meridians with all the conditions. Not to mention whether he can stand up again depends on the person's good luck.

"Hey, where are you going to touch?" Shan Simiao grabbed Old Man Lu's hand that was moving under his waist in displeasure, and Meng Yunting exclaimed again when he saw this.

"Big, big, big... Husband... Didn't he say that his meridian is broken and he can't move?"

Old man Lu's eyes were so bright that they almost gleamed, and he looked at Shan Simiao like a fetish. He carefully held his hand and took off the bandage on it.

There are still dark blood stains on the knuckle fingers, but the slender and fair skin and the faint blue meridians in it show the health of the owner.

"How is it possible...how is it possible for the meridian to heal itself in such a short period of time?"

Shan Simiao moved his head slightly, and found that he already had some sensations in his body, and finally let go of a quietly hanging heart. If he became disabled, he would really be at a loss.

"I dare to ask, what kind of inner strength and mentality does the young man practice?" Old man Lu asked, not willing to let go of Shan Simiao's wrist.

"There is no sect, no sect, and no internal force." Shan Si Miao said honestly.

"Impossible!" Old man Lu jumped up all of a sudden, his eyes widened in anger, and then he felt that he had gone too far, and his expression eased with embarrassment.

"If the young man is unwilling to tell the truth, then this old man will not be able to help the young man recover quickly."

"...Could it be that there is no phase with that..."

As soon as Meng Yunting was halfway through speaking, he was startled by old man Lu's expression, and quickly shut up.

"No phase what?"

"Uh, it has something to do with the five-spice... steamed buns that I ate a few days ago?" Meng Yunting reacted quickly, "Oh, it was given by a Taoist priest who looked very immortal on the road, and he ate all of them. Nothing left for me."

As he spoke, he twisted his cuffs aggrievedly.

"...Young hero rests first, and I will wait for the old man to study and prepare a prescription." Lu Jichun squinted his eyes, and knew that the two were unwilling to tell the truth, and he no longer forced himself.