All rivers and mountains are safe

Lu Ciheng took his hand and walked back without saying a word, while Shen Mingan followed behind him step by step.

In fact, there were already some signs a few days ago. From the first day he arrived in Dongyang Village, he often felt that his eyes were blurred, his eyes were dry and painful, and he could not see clearly.

The darkness is not necessarily true. Shen Mingan knew that his eyes were open, but it was as if his whole body had fallen into nothingness. There was nothing in front of him. Uneasy emotions completely enveloped him. Even with Lu Ciheng holding him, he still felt helpless.

He walked very slowly, completely relying on Lu Ciheng's warm and dry hand holding him.

It's been a long time, and it seems to be here soon.

I invited a doctor in the village to look at it, and it was similar to what Shen Mingan himself thought. It was because of the swelling on his head that he was hit on the head by a rock during the avalanche, and the remaining blood in his brain pressed his eyes, so he became blind.

The doctor briefly dealt with the slightly protruding bump on the back of Shen Mingan's head, and turned around to prescribe the decoction.

"How soon will his eyes see?"

The doctor in the village can't be called a doctor at all, he's just half-baked. He has read some medical books and has a little understanding of medical skills, so the villagers all rely on him to see a doctor.

But in this small village, Lu Ciheng couldn't find anyone else at all.

This doctor was brought here by Lu Ciheng's urging all the way. He is already very old, his hair is gray, his eyes are not working well, his ears are bad, and he bowed his head to write prescriptions by himself.

Lu Ciheng had to raise his voice and asked again.

"It's hard to say." The old doctor was dim-sighted, daubed and changed the prescription, his voice was old but full of anger, "Maybe it will be fine in two or three days, maybe it won't get better in half a year or a year."

"What do you mean it's never been better?" Lu Ciheng asked him through gritted teeth while suppressing his anger.

"It's not going to get better, but I can't see it." The doctor didn't lift his head, and said while writing: "His bruise is in his brain. I don't know how big his bruise is, and when it will be cleared."

Lu Ciheng was upset, "You can't even see this, what kind of doctor are you still doing!?"

No matter what, the old doctor has been seeing patients in the village all his life. He is the one who sees the villagers when they are sick. Who doesn’t respect him? Now that people questioned his medical skills for no reason, he suddenly became furious, and he didn’t want more money. He slapped the half-written prescription on the table, picked up the medicine box and planned to go out, "I can't see this disease, you can see it yourself!"

"What do you mean?" Lu Ciheng frowned, his voice tense: "I gave you 500 taels, so you want to leave now?"

Sitting on the bed, Shen Mingan reached out to touch Lu Ciheng's hand, and found that his hand was clenched into a fist, his muscles were tense, obviously trying his best to suppress his anger, so he held his hand to comfort him gently.

"This money, I, I..." Lang Zhong wanted to return the money, but he was reluctant, and stood at the door hesitantly.

"You take this money." Shen Mingan stood up from the bed gropingly, and with some force in his hand, he broke Lu Ciheng's clenched fist, and said, "You helped me treat the wound just now, and it's much better now. Thank you doctor, sorry for your trouble."

He said this sincerely, and gave the doctor another step. The doctor's face improved a lot, and he said in a stiff tone: "I will let my son bring the medicine according to the prescription."

The old doctor's son was a dark-skinned middle-aged man who knocked on the door carrying dozens of large and small medicine bags. He stuttered and couldn't articulate clearly. It was very difficult to listen to him. Lu Ciheng looked down upon him. But people are unexpectedly easy to get along with. He told Lu Ciheng which medicine was applied externally to the back of the head and which medicine was taken internally, and also explained in detail how and how much the medicine was decocted.

The externally applied medicine is mainly for reducing swelling, Lu Ciheng gently parted the black hair on Shen Mingan's head, wrapped the crushed medicinal herbs in a cloth and applied it to the back of his head to reduce the swelling.

He didn't dare to use force, but he still clearly felt that Shen Mingan trembled slightly in pain when the herbs covered him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Lu Ciheng stood behind him and asked him patiently.

"I thought it was all right, and it didn't hurt too much." Shen Mingan sat on the bench, brushing up his hair so that Lu Ciheng could apply medicine to him, the loose sleeve robe slipped off his arm, revealing a section White wrists.

What Lu Ciheng asked was about the eyes, but Shen Mingan avoided the important ones. When the old man asked just now, Shen Mingan said that his eyes would be blurred from time to time a few days ago, but he never mentioned it to himself.

Shen Mingan's eyes are mostly clear and cold, without emotion, alienated and indifferent, just like him, but sometimes when he smiles, there will be a smile in his eyes, the whole person looks soft and vivid, or when he is angry, his eyes are full of anger. His eyes were wide open, first filled with moisture, and then slowly, the ends of the eyes were dyed a thin red.

In any case, it shouldn't be as bleak as it is now.

Like a pool of stagnant water, without waves or waves, only the eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow under the eyes.

Lu Ciheng squatted down in front of him, looked up at himself reflected in his half-downcast eyes, and said in a soft voice, "The doctor here is useless, and the old doctor is a quack doctor. I'll think of a way, let's go early Go back to the palace and see the imperial doctor in the palace, you will definitely see him soon."

With the movement of Shen Mingan letting go, the black hair fell down and spread out on his back. His eyes were opened in vain, he blinked, and responded.

It was Lu Ciheng's first decoction, but he didn't control the heat properly. He put the medicinal materials into a small medicinal pot, and the medicinal juice was boiled dry, almost burning through the medicinal pot. He hurriedly poured out the burnt medicinal materials , poured a new pack of medicine and started frying again.

The bitter taste of the medicine gradually spread, and Lu Ciheng took a cattail fan to fan the fire, and looked at Shen Mingan who was sitting by the side from time to time.

Shen Mingan was sitting facing him, his eyes looked at his direction, but his eyes fell on the void, and there was nothing in it.

There are clearly two people in the room, but there are only the sound of boiling and bubbling medicinal soup and the sound of fanning the fire. It's too quiet, so quiet that it's weird. Shen Ming'an rarely initiates a conversation with him. Lu Ciheng wants to speak, but he doesn't know. What to say to him.

The two did not speak for a long time.

The medicinal soup was slowly collected, and Lu Ciheng slowed down the frequency of fanning the fire, and suddenly heard Shen Mingan calling him uncertainly, "Lu Ciheng?"

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing." Shen Mingan was a little flustered when he heard Lu Ciheng answer him, he pursed his lips and said, "I didn't hear your voice, so I thought you had gone out."

Shen Mingan sat uneasily, and Lu Ciheng realized that it was because he couldn't see, so he didn't feel safe.

He pretended to cough, and said, "I heard from Aunt Zhou that there used to be more people in Dongyang Village, but because of the bad location, Yizhou and Jiangzhou don't care much about this area, and Snow blocks the roads out of the village almost every winter, and the school in the village collapsed a few years ago, and no one wants to come to this place to teach, so many villagers have moved out in order to let their children go to school.”

"What about the children who haven't moved out of the village?"

"No way." Lu Ciheng said: "Their parents can't read, and they can't read. Many children can't write their own names."

Lu Ciheng said that the school in the village was looking for someone to repair it, that it was sunny today, but the snow outside still didn't melt much, and that he caught a few fish in the stream.

Most of the time it was Lu Ciheng who was talking, Shen Mingan was listening, and occasionally responded with a few words.

The things he said were messy and boring, but Lu Ciheng knew that Shen Mingan wanted to hear them.

At least in this way, Shen Mingan can know that he is not alone in this room.