Chasing Husband Diary

Listening to the man's description and seeing the wounds on his body, Yu Fu's expression gradually became serious and he fell into deep thought.

These symptoms looked like they were caused by poisoning. He had never seen them before, so he was not sure. He had to check the medical books to see if there were any relevant records.

Fortunately, before the master left, he left him the medical book that recorded rare poisons in the world. Right now, he can only hope that he will find some clues in it.

After reading the wounds on the man's body, Yu Fu asked the book boy to come out with a pen and paper, and wrote down a bunch of medicinal materials while writing, "I will boil some medicine for you first, which can temporarily relieve the pain of the wound. As for the specific cause of the disease, I don't have a clue yet, but please don't worry, give me some time, and I will definitely find a cure for you."

"Thank you, the genius doctor." The villagers said repeatedly, looking at him eagerly, as if they saw the hope of life, and there was light in their cloudy eyes.

The people present all had the same wounds as the man. The wounds had been covered for a long time, and there was a stench, especially when so many people gathered together, the smell was unpleasant and nauseating.

The little book boy was raised squeamishly by Yu Fu, even if the conditions were not very good, he never made him suffer since he was a child.

Unable to stand the smell, he covered half of his face with a white cloth.

That's good, so as not to be infected, Yufu didn't stop him, and even helped him cut a few more pieces of mask.

In fact, the symptoms of these villagers are still mild. Countless people have been tortured by this disease and lost their lives. The terminally ill people are bloated and have difficulty walking. up.

Therefore, those who can still stand in front of Yufu at this moment can be regarded as mild cases.

He prescribed a prescription and asked the book boy to fetch the medicine.

After drinking the medicine, the dregs of the medicine are ground into powder and applied to the wound, which also has the effect of relieving pain.

There were too many patients, and the medicinal materials in the small courtyard were not enough. Yu Fu broke it into two for himself, went to the mountains to collect medicinal materials during the day, and had to turn on the lamp to read medical books at night.

The herbs in the back mountain were picked clean, and it was too late to grow, and the vitality was seriously injured. It is estimated that it will take several years to recover.

He was so busy that he couldn't stop, the house was in a mess, and he had no time to tidy it up, not even to drink his saliva.

Even so, I still have no idea about this disease.

There was not enough manpower, and the bookboy alone helped him, doing all the dirty work, and he was so tired that he complained to the sky.

He also became more and more anxious and stressed.

In the small courtyard, the pain was heard all day long, and the child who could not speak was crying in pain, and the frowning villagers could only beg Yu Fu over and over again.

But there was nothing he could do.

For the first time in his life, he tasted the feeling of being helpless, like drowning, suffocating.

Mo Che felt uncomfortable, he wished Yu Fu could be more selfish, leave them alone, and stay away from this place of right and wrong.

But this is impossible, Yufu has a kind nature and will never give up on his patients.

Pain-relieving herbal medicine was fried in the pot. Although it was to stop the boiling soup and treat the symptoms but not the root cause, it was a last resort. There was no other way.

The water boiled, bubbling and bubbling, the heat pushed the lid open, and the water overflowed the pot. The book boy saw it from a distance, but he was changing the medicine for the patient at hand, so he couldn't spare his hands, so he yelled, "My lord, the medicine is ready. "

Yu Fu lowered his head, staring at the medical book in his hand, staring intently, the too glaring white light made his eyes uncomfortable, slightly red, moist at the end of his eyes, and physiological tears overflowed unconsciously.

"Ah."

Hearing this, he responded softly, without taking his eyes off the book, without thinking about it, and subconsciously reached for the cover.

"what!"

Unsurprisingly, he screamed and was severely burned. He withdrew his hand suddenly and stood up in a hurry. The cover fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Water spilled out and extinguished the flames below.

The book he held in his hand fell to the ground, and the pages were wet. He hurriedly picked it up, but was scalded by broken porcelain again, and screamed again and again.

"careful!"

Mo Che's expression changed, and he walked up to him in two steps, grabbed his hand, half hugged him, and led him to the side of the water tank, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and soaked his fingertips in it.

"cold……"

He retracted his hands, and was held down by Mo Che again.

"Don't move," Mo Che said in a low voice, his tone was gentle, with a firmness that could not be refused, "If you don't deal with it properly, you will leave scars in the future."

Trapped in his arms, Yu Fu looked up at him, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

He thought about it, and made sure that he had never seen this person before, but for some reason, this person gave him a very familiar feeling, and his heart was swollen and uncomfortable. This feeling was very strange. A few days ago, Mr. Mo He also felt it.

"Do I know you?" He asked out of nowhere, but he froze for a while.

Mo Che was startled, shook his head, and said softly, "I don't know."

No matter how they change their looks, the connection between them will never be cut off from that drop of blood.

Yu Fu pursed his lips and stopped talking.

His question seemed a bit abrupt.

The water was icy, his fingertips were numb from the cold, and his palms trembled slightly.

Mo Che took out his hand, held it in front of him, lowered his head, and examined the injury carefully.

The fingertips were soaked in cold water and turned red, only the scalded area was a little white, and the surface was not broken. Fortunately, it was treated in time.

Mo Che held his hand, put it to his lips, let out a breath of hot air, the warmth poured in from his fingertips, and his heart moved.

The overly intimate move made Yu Fu stiffen all over, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and whispered thank you.

Mo Che was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand expressionlessly, then took his wrist and led him into the house.

His strides are so big that Yu Fu has to trot all the way to keep up.

"Young master, I still need to make medicine, let me go first..." Yu Fu struggled feebly, but to no avail, he was pushed to sit on the edge of the bed, telling him not to move around.

Mo Che skillfully dug out the burn ointment from the cabinet, half-kneeled in front of him, dug out a large lump with his fingertips, and carefully applied it on his burned skin, his movements were gentle enough to drip water, as if treating a precious ointment. The treasure that made him feel uncomfortable.

He is too familiar with this room, all the items are placed clearly, just like entering and leaving his own home, Yu Fu felt a little strange, he hesitated to speak.

But facing the man who was kneeling to apply medicine to him, looking down and seeing the top of his head, he just sighed lightly and couldn't ask any more questions.

Recently, strange things happen again and again, too many.

"You have medicine on your hand, don't get it wet for a few days." Mo Che put the medicine jar away, and said to him with a serious face.

Yufu paused, and said softly, "It's just a small injury, it's okay, I'm going to make medicine for them, but I haven't found a cure for the strange disease yet."

He sighed, feeling like a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, feeling very stuffy.

"That doesn't work either," Mo Che said forcefully with a cold face, "There is nothing more important than your body. You can teach me how to cook medicine. From today onwards, I will be your hand. If you want If you don’t want to waste these hands, then take good care of them.”

"It's not good, it's too much trouble for you." Yu Fu said softly, feeling a little sorry.

In the past few days, he was too busy helping the villagers find a cure for their diseases. He was so careless and hurt his hand. There are many things that he can't do by himself, which is really unreasonable.

"No trouble, my sister also has this strange disease and can't get out of bed, so I came here for her. I help you, not only for you, but also for myself. I hope you can find a cure sooner than anyone else. Speaking of which, these are what I should do, because I have something to ask of you." Mo Che said in a low voice.

He brought the villagers out as an excuse, made up a seemingly serious reason, and gave him a reasonable explanation for a series of strange behaviors.

Yu Fu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he was so diligent, but he was also suffering from a strange disease.

He suddenly felt more pressure.

He is stupid and doesn't know how to comfort others. After thinking for a long time, he finally said, "I will definitely try my best. Don't worry, your sister will be fine."

Mo Che stared straight at him with that deep gaze again, as if he had seen through his soul through this body, his legs were so weak that he didn't dare to look at him, and he lowered his head guiltily.

After a long time, Mo Che nodded and said in a low voice, "I have always believed in you."

The atmosphere became awkward again, when Yu Fu Zhengchou didn't know what to say, the book boy ran in in a panic, ran too fast, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and slammed into the door.

Both people in the house were startled.

Mo Che's face was cold, his brows were furrowed.

Yu Fu hurried over to give him a hand, and asked with concern, "Little boy, are you okay, did you hit something? Why were you so careless?"

The book boy shook his head, rubbed his forehead that was hurt by the impact, his head was dizzy, and asked him in turn, "My lord, are you okay? I just saw you got burned, are you injured?"

Yu Fu said it was all right, he didn't believe it, took his hand to see it with his own eyes, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it's okay, otherwise Mr. Yue will scold me again. You scared me to death, Mr.," the book boy muttered dissatisfiedly, "You don't know, I saw the medicine spilled all over the floor, and my heart was so scared that I couldn't beat it." Yes, when I gave my mother-in-law medicine, my hands were shaking, I was afraid that something happened to you, and I couldn't explain to Young Master Yue."

The book boy couldn't stop talking, Yu Fu couldn't laugh or cry, his head grew dizzy.

As for Mo Che, when he heard that he kept talking to Yinyue, his face was gloomy, as ugly as he wanted, staring at him as if he wanted to eat people.

"Okay, okay," Yu Fu couldn't listen anymore, his ears were callused, and interrupted him, "I'm fine, let's go, let's go out to see the patient's condition, I broke the medicine , I have to re-fry one."

He looked at Mo Che and said embarrassedly, "Then I will trouble you."

"En." Mo Che responded in a low voice, opened the door for him, and followed him out.

The book boy froze for a moment, trotted after him, and asked suspiciously, "Master, who is this?"

"A friend, there are only two of us who came to help. There are too many patients and we are too busy." Yu Fu explained.

"Oh." The book boy didn't doubt that he was there, before he had time to say a few more words to Yu Fu, someone called him, and he was busy changing the medicine for the villagers again.