Traversing the Good Lord

The treatment took longer than expected. Originally, Sun Zhengfang estimated that it would be about a month, but when he actually started taking the medicine, he found that the injury was more serious than he thought, so Feng Muyun had to explain some things to the shopkeeper of Haoqian, and then rest assured that Sun Zhengfang Lived in the square courtyard.

After reading that "Journey to the West", Yang'er had nothing to do, so she ran after Sun Zhengfang all day long, and Sun Zhengfang also liked to teach her things somehow.

Therefore, Feng Muyun would often see Sun Zhengfang teaching her to recognize herbs with a serious face, and explaining the principles of medicine to her, while Yang'er's expression was more serious than his, and sometimes he was forced to nod to him to show that he understood. , and usually at this time, Feng Muyun is already smiling and blooming by the side.

"It's time to change the medicine, Yang'er, go and change your mother's medicine." Sun Zhengfang handed Yang'er a bowl of mushy stuff in his hand, and said to her.Sun Zhengfang was also very puzzled, he could tell at a glance that this lady was still a virgin, but she had such a big daughter, but he didn't want to ask about it because it was a family matter.

Yang'er took the wooden bowl naturally, then went into a familiar room and took out some things like bandages, towels, and scissors, pursed her lips and looked at Feng Muyun who was aside.

Feng Muyun's expression changed, but he still got up and limped into the room.People in Sun Zhengfang's farmhouse often come to him for medical treatment, and she doesn't want others to see her legs.After coming to Qin Chao for so long, her thinking has become more and more conservative. It was not a problem to walk around in the street in a miniskirt back then.

Yang'er carefully cut off the bandage wrapped around Feng Muyun's leg with scissors, threw it aside, and looked up at her.Feng Muyun bit her lips, took a deep breath, and nodded to her.

Yang'er was not polite, and immediately applied the yellow ointment evenly on Feng Muyun's calf, and then wrapped it with bandages layer by layer.Finally tied a bow, which was taught by Feng Muyun.

He didn't feel anything at first, but Feng Muyun began to sweat after wrapping it around for a few minutes, his hands tightly gripping the armrest of the chair, his knuckles turned white from the force.

Yang'er obediently stood aside and looked at her nervously, wiping her sweat with a towel from time to time.

After a long time, Feng Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, took the towel in Yang'er's hand and wiped his face carelessly, and said, "Doctor Sun's medicine is really fatal."

It is much better now than when I applied it for the first time, because I still have mental preparations anyway.At the first time, Sun Zhengfang just told her that she might feel a little hot later, and after she experienced it, she really wanted to apply this medicine to Sun Zhengfang's face, and let him experience what it means to be "a little" hot.

It's exactly like a red-hot branding iron imprinted on your skin. Although Feng Muyun has never tried a branding iron, she can still imagine it. She can add this medicine to the torture in the future.

However, she is still in the early stages of preparation. After hearing what Sun Zhengfang said, she will crush the crooked bones of her calves.Recently, she has been secretly instigating Yang'er to go to Sun Zhengfang's place to find out if there is any anesthetic, but there is no other progress except for Yang'er's serious nod.

"Doctor Sun, my master is ill again, will you come with me?" A loud and urgent voice sounded in the courtyard, and the two people in the room heard Sun Zhengfang tidying up his things, waiting for the closure When Mu Yun and Yang'er walked out, Sun Zhengfang only showed them a back view.

Feng Muyun squinted his eyes as he looked at the back of the tall man next to Sun Zhengfang, and muttered: "This man comes here six or seven times a month, and I don't know what illness his master is suffering from. Such pain would be better than death." good."

Yang'er glanced at her, then sat on the seat where Sun Zhengfang had just sat, and began to grind the medicine powder quietly by herself. Now, under Sun Zhengfang's teaching, she can already make some simple medicines by herself.

Feng Muyun curled her lips, feeling bored for a while, then moved a small bench and sat next to Yang'er to help her get the herbs.Unexpectedly, as soon as she picked up a few sticks, Yang'er pulled them out of her hand and looked at her with a frown, as if saying don't make trouble.

Feng Muyun rolled his eyes and said, "Yang'er, you need to talk more. If you have something to express, you should say it. Not everyone can understand your eyes."

"En." Yang'er squeezed out a word from her throat, and continued to pour her herbs.

Feng Muyun could only sigh deeply, and then continued to search for topics: "Yang'er, what kind of stories do you like to hear, let me tell you."

Yang'er raised his head to look at her, and found that she didn't respond, so he pursed his lips and said, "Journey to the West."

"Haven't you finished reading Journey to the West? Do you want me to tell you?"

Yang'er divided the medicine powder into portions and wrapped them in glutinous rice paper. Feng Muyun felt that he couldn't continue talking to himself about this game anymore. He looked at the sky, got up and walked into the kitchen. I also learned to look at the weather by myself.

When Feng Muyun prepared a table of delicious meals, Sun Zhengfang came back on time, his eyes lit up when he saw the dishes on the table, he put down the medicine box and said with a smile: "Are there new dishes today?"

Feng Muyun nodded with a smile, and said, "Doctor Sun sit down first, Yang'er, wash your hands and eat."

"Well, it's delicious. Although I've eaten the food you cooked for a month, I still think it's delicious. Let me tell you, your skills are second-to-none compared to the chefs in Na Si Gui Lou." Sun Zhengfang waited for the two to sit down before he picked up a piece of shredded meat and stuffed it into his mouth with his chopsticks. He praised Feng Muyun without hesitation as soon as he took it.

Feng Muyun smiled awkwardly, his eyes dodged a little, and he immediately changed the subject: "Doctor Sun, I saw that guy who came to look for you just now, he has been here six or seven times this month. What's wrong with his master? You Have you been there so many times and still not cured?"

After Sun Zhengfang heard this, he frowned, shook his head and sighed, "What I suffer from is heart disease. I dare to boast that it can cure chronic diseases. Only heart disease can't help."

"Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine." Feng Muyun recalled a Chinese saying in the past, and said it casually.

Sun Zhengfang was deeply convinced, and said: "The lady of the Feng family is really talented, but if the heart medicine is so easy to get, she won't suffer from heart disease."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again: "You don't know, the old man has been treating her for nearly two years, but she hasn't improved at all, and instead has a tendency to get worse."

Feng Muyun looked surprised, and said: "Looking at the appearance of that subordinate, the master must be either rich or noble. There is such a number one person in Yangzhou City?"

Sun Zhengfang pointed to the sky, and said in a low voice, "It's King Chang'an who returned to the fief two years ago. If the illness drags on for a while, it may affect his life."

"Snapped."

Yang'er glanced at the person who stayed on the spot, bent down and picked up the chopsticks that fell on the ground, washed them with water and stuffed them back into the person's hands.

Only then did Feng Muyun regain her senses, and hurriedly planed a few mouthfuls of rice to cover up her embarrassment, but a few grains of rice accidentally fell into her trachea, causing her to cough uncontrollably and tears to fall.

Sun Zhengfang hurriedly patted her on the back and said, "Sure enough, what the ancients advocated is correct."

Feng Muyun finally regained his breath, but the tears still didn't stop, he put the chopsticks on the table, said "I'm full", got up and ran into his room.

Yang'er watched her go back to the room, then silently poured the leftover rice from her bowl into his own bowl, and started to eat.

"Doctor Sun, how long will it take for my leg to heal?" Early the next morning, Feng Muyun grabbed Sun Zhengfang who was about to go out.

Sun Zhengfang frowned and turned his head to think for a while, and said: "This medicine will be applied for another three days, and then the bones will have to be shattered and reunited. The days are long, so you can stay here with peace of mind." Lifting the strap of the medical box on his shoulder, he went out the door.

Feng Muyun gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, went back to her room and began to pack her clothes. While packing, she said to the person who was quietly watching her movements: "Yanger, hurry up, let's pack up and go back to Bingzhou."

After a long time, from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Yang'er who was not moving, and then Feng Muyun stopped moving and looked at her suspiciously.

Yang'er only shook her head, unpacked her packed clothes and put them back in the cabinet.

"Yang'er!" Feng Muyun's tone became more serious.

"Don't go." Yang'er spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Why!" Feng Muyun shouted anxiously.

Yang'er lowered her head and put her gaze on her calf. She immediately understood the reason, squatted down so that her eyes were at Yang's level, and said softly: "We can find the doctor in other places, and now we are not If we don’t have money, we can find a better doctor. We can’t stay in Yangzhou any longer, you know?”

Yang'er didn't reply, she just looked at Feng Muyun stubbornly, she only knew that this was the only doctor they found who could heal Feng Muyun's leg, so she didn't leave.

"Yang'er, be good, be obedient."

Shaking his head.

"Yang'er!"

Still shaking his head.

"Yang'er, if you don't come with me, you can stay here by yourself, anyway, I will go." Feng Muyun's heart hardened, he stood up and said sharply.

Yang'er curled her mouth, her eyes immediately became moist, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall, and buried her head down.

Seeing this, Feng Muyun felt pain in his heart, sighed secretly, squatted down again, and said, "Yang'er, I have a reason to leave, can you understand me?"

Yang'er didn't speak, turned around and ran, Feng Muyun didn't have time to stop him, when he chased out the door, he could only see a small figure running out of the farmhouse.

Feng Muyun immediately chased after her, but Yang'er ran very fast, and her legs were unable to move, so she could only watch Yang'er get further and further away from her.

Feng Muyun felt anxious, since she brought Yang'er out of the ravine, the two of them have been together.Seeing that this direction is the way to Yangzhou City, she doesn't know if Yang'er's temperament will leave her if there will be an accident, if she will be abducted, or if she will be bullied by others.

For a while, her pace quickened a little bit. When she was riding in a carriage, she didn't feel far away, but now she was walking. After walking for two miles, she only felt the pain in her injured leg.