Awan's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Fang Zilan with admiration in her eyes. This look could not escape Zhuge Yu's eyes, "Does Miss Awan know the villager who lost his arm?"
"I don't know you." Awan waved her hand and said, "Taoyuan Village is so remote. This is my first time here. How could there be anyone I know?"
Zhuge Yu raised his eyebrows, and Fang Zilan coughed slightly, drawing his attention back, "I know the person you are talking about."
"Oh?" Zhuge Yu had a probing look on his face, and Fang Zilan said calmly: "His identity is as you think, but his life is not long, so just let him go."
"Since Miss Xiu is willing to speak for him, then I would rather obey his orders than respect you." Zhuge Yu calmed down, Fang Zilan pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "When will the road to Shixian be cleared?"
"It will take about three to five days. When the road is cleared, I will ask Zheng Yan to inform me." Zhuge Yu thought for a while and then said: "This place is too simple. If Miss Xiu is willing, you can bring Awan with you." The girl and this girl went to the village chief’s house, and there was a room vacant in the courtyard over there.”
Before Fang Zilan could say anything, Awan rushed to say: "Yes! Master Zhuge invites you kindly, how can we not be willing?"
warm invitation? Fang Zilan looked at A Wan, whose face was full of joy, and thought to herself that this girl is really good at not learning, but bad at learning. After following her for several years, she didn't learn anything else. She just learned to tell lies with her eyes open.
Zhuge Yu raised his lips and smiled slightly, "In this case, I should tell the village chief to sweep the couch and wait for him."
"Thank you, Lord Zhuge." Fang Zilan bowed and suddenly thought of something, and asked, "My Lord, you came from the capital. I don't know where it is..."
She did not continue, but Zhuge Yu understood in his heart, "Everything is fine. Your Majesty has great blessings, the capital is stable, and no one dares to make trouble."
"That's good." Fang Zilan nodded slightly, as if he was relieved.
"Young lady Xiu, don't worry. You should put yourself first in everything and don't overwork yourself." Zhuge Yu comforted her, and Awan echoed, "What Mr. Zhuge said is true. I think Miss Xiu should relax, and everything will be fine." …”
Fang Zilan smiled helplessly, chatted with Zhuge Yu and Awan for a few words, then packed up her things and went to the village chief's house.
Xia'er was silent all the way. Awan noticed something strange about her and exclaimed, "You have a fever?"
"What's going on?" Fang Zilan stopped and picked up Xia'er, who was following suit. Only then did he realize that her body was hot, and he couldn't help but frown, "Why is it so sudden?"
"It's not sudden. I told you before that she..." A Wan suddenly stopped talking, and Fang Zilan reacted, "You mean, she had an attack?"
The two of them understood each other tacitly, and neither of them mentioned the word poison, but they knew better than anyone else that once the poison takes effect, life would be worse than death.
"Xia'er is still young and much more delicate than adults, so she attacks quickly." Awan's voice was a little anxious, "How far is it from the village chief's house?"
"We're almost there." Fang Zilan hugged Xia'er tightly in her arms and quickened her pace.
When they arrived at the village chief's house, Fang Zilan had no time to clean up, so she put Xia'er on the bed. Awan gave her a needle, temporarily suppressing the poison in her body.
Fang Zilan handed a silk handkerchief to Awan. After she took it, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, "If we continue like this, we will be unable to hold it back sooner or later..."
"Is there any way?" Fang Zilan's voice was low, and Awan was stunned subconsciously, "What do you mean, what way?"
"A way to make Xia'er less painful." Fang Zilan's eyes fell on Xia'er lying on the couch. Her cheeks were red and wrinkled, and her babbling murmurs revealed unspeakable pain.
"You..." Awan seemed to have lost all his strength. He let go of his hand and the silk handkerchief fell to the ground, covered with dust. The dusty look showed indescribable decadence.
"A Wan, we can't save..." As soon as Fang Zilan opened his mouth, A Wan stopped him, "So what if we can't save you? Fang Zilan, this is not the first day you have met me. Although I don't have your extraordinary means and ability, But as long as there are people in need, I will do my best to save them. I will not allow anyone to touch my patients until the last moment. Not even you."
"A Wan..." Fang Zilan stretched out his hand, but A Wan pushed it away, "Fang Zilan, don't make me hate you, let alone..." Make me hate myself.
Awan didn't say the rest of the words. Fang Zilan took a deep breath, turned her head away, said "It's up to you", and walked out without looking back.
The village chief and his family are all seriously ill. Except for the eldest son who is still moving as usual, the others are bedridden. The doctors brought by Zhuge Yu came in and out, writing prescriptions, taking medicines and decoctions in one go, without feeling tired even if the wind blew under their feet.
Fang Zilan stood under the eaves, watching this scene quietly, feeling mixed emotions. However, before she could think about it, she saw the doctor beckoning, "Girl, if you have time, come over and help."
"Here we are." Fang Zilan didn't hesitate, walked over and took the prescription from the doctor's hand, "Is there any help?"
She asked bluntly, but the doctor was not annoyed at all and said bluntly: "It's hopeless."
"Then what are you doing?" Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of him steadily and said softly: "Seeing as you are over fifty, why do you come to this remote mountain village to work for these hopeless people?"
"You little girl, you look like you are living too lightly, that's why you can say such things." The doctor stroked his beard and said seriously: "Although everyone's fate is different, as long as they are human, they are still alive. Power. Even if you die, you should be decent."
The village chief and his family are all seriously ill. Except for the eldest son who is still moving as usual, the others are bedridden. The doctors brought by Zhuge Yu came in and out, writing prescriptions, taking medicines and decoctions in one go, without feeling tired even if the wind blew under their feet.
Fang Zilan stood under the eaves, watching this scene quietly, feeling mixed emotions. However, before she could think about it, she saw the doctor beckoning, "Girl, if you have time, come over and help."
"Here we are." Fang Zilan didn't hesitate, walked over and took the prescription from the doctor's hand, "Is there any help?"
She asked bluntly, but the doctor was not annoyed at all and said bluntly: "It's hopeless."
"Then what are you doing?" Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of him steadily and said softly: "Seeing as you are over fifty, why do you come to this remote mountain village to work for these hopeless people?"
"You little girl, you look like you are living too lightly, that's why you can say such things." The doctor stroked his beard and said seriously: "Although everyone's fate is different, as long as they are human, they are still alive. Power. Even if you die, you should be decent."
