Tang Baitie forced Wu Jin to sit down, put his left hand on Wu Jin's, and looked for his pulse attentively. After checking it, he frowned, and put on his right hand, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Wu Jin looked uneasy, thinking that he was suddenly seriously ill. He couldn't help but frown after him. When Tang Baitie took back his hand, he said, "Doctor Tang, am I not well?"
Tang Baitie waved his hand: "It's okay."
"Is everything okay?" Seeing his look, Wu Jin didn't believe it and said cautiously, "If something happens, there's no need to hide it from me. I'm the one who makes the decision in my family. My parents have worked hard and I don't dare to worry them anymore."
Tang Baitie held up the book and said, "To tell you the truth, everything is fine. It's just that I've been holding back recently and no one has asked me to see a doctor. I'm very disappointed to see that you're not sick."
Wu Jin was frightened and relieved, but behind the scenes, Tang Baitie was frightened and couldn't help but said: "Doctor Tang, I once saw Yang Quanyan, "A doctor cannot be trusted unless he is a benevolent person; and he cannot be trusted unless he is wise. You cannot be allowed to do anything, and you cannot be trusted unless you are honest and honest. What you are doing is really not an act of kindness. How can you let patients trust each other?"
Tang Baitie came to the hospital eager to make progress, and he was already in a maze. He only hoped that everyone would be sick, and each one had a difficult disease. Li Yitie saw that he was impetuous and deliberately refused to let him visit the doctor, and only let him read in the medicine shop.
When he was irritable, he heard Wu Jin's blunt words, and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered that when he first became a disciple of Li Yitie, Li Yitie had asked him to memorize the words of the King of Medicine: "A doctor has no desires or demands, and he takes the first step." With a heart of great compassion and compassion, I vow to save the suffering of souls.”
However, in recent days, he has completely lost his great kindness and compassion, and only wishes for people to get sick. He has simply lost his roots as a doctor.
He stood up and bowed his hands to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, thank you for your advice."
Wu Jin quickly stood up and turned sideways to avoid the salute: "Don't dare to take it seriously. It's because the authorities confuse the onlookers."
Tang Baitie let go of his hand and sat down again: "Are you here to buy insecticide again?"
"No, it's cold, and my dad's broken leg is always uncomfortable. I'm here to buy a box of plaster that was used last year."
Tang Bai Tie turned to a young man and shouted: "Awan, get a box of Wanying ointment for Wu Jin."
A young man quickly stood in front of the medicine cabinet and took out Wanying Ointment. Wu Jin thought that Wu Jin would always rub her knees when it was cloudy and rainy, so she informed Xiao Lang of the symptoms. Before Xiao Lang could speak, Tang Baitie had already He said loudly: "I also use the universal ointment, and I will give you a box."
Xiao Lang took another box and gave it to Wu Jin. Wu Jin insisted on paying the money, kept the ointment in his arms, and said goodbye to Tang Bai Tie.
Tang Bai Tie watched him go out, and saw the good wind blowing on his sleeves. He walked towards the sun, his whole body was dyed with a layer of golden light, and his eyes were clear and bright, which made people feel warm.
Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Baitie said secretly: "If this person is a doctor, he must be a good doctor."
After Wu Jin went out, he walked along the street towards Mo Mansion. All the shops on the street were open, and the business was far less than before.
He went shopping all the way and ordered ten pounds of charcoal from a charcoal store and asked the waiter to deliver it to his home. The waiter waited all morning and only waited until he, a customer, took the initiative to ask him if he wanted crushed charcoal.
He bought another scale of crushed charcoal - the price of charcoal this year was astonishingly expensive, and his parents were already thrifty. If he didn't prepare it at home, they would be reluctant to buy it.
After buying charcoal, he picked hazelnuts, pine nuts, pear flesh, hawthorn sticks, and steamed dates from the vendor's load. He weighed a pound of each and asked the clerk to wrap it carefully and send it home. His younger brother was not very old. Since he is greedy and growing, give him something good to eat.
After shopping, he walked to Mo Mansion, entered the Shanye Residence, spread out paper, studied ink, and sat in front of the desk, trying to write a New Year's list to Yin Bei.
Mo Lingfeng will go home to celebrate the New Year, and there will be no one in charge of the house. When she comes back, she will see other people's families getting together, and her place will be deserted, and she will inevitably feel sad.
Without writing a word, Yin Bei walked in and bowed to Wu Jin: "Young Master."
He was ordered to deliver insecticide and a letter to Bao Zhai. After reading what Wu Jin wrote about Wang Zhizhou, Mo Lingfeng quickly responded with a letter. He had just come back with the letter, covered in dust and still smelling of the unique smell of Bao Zhi.
The rough, empty, intertwined smell of sand, dust, and flesh, without any modification, rushed straight to Wu Jin's nose like a spear.
"Does Leaf's tooth still hurt?"
Yin Bei shook his head: "It's ready. The girl has brought you something."
He placed the long box in his hand on the desk, and then quietly exited.
Wu Jin took the wooden box in front of him, opened the lid, and saw a long snow-white feather placed in the box.
He didn't know why, but when he held it in his hand, he felt that it was thick and hard, and it should be the feather of a raptor.
There was also a letter in the box. He put down the unusual feather and opened the letter to read carefully.
"Wu Jin, you are so awesome. Wang Yunsheng is probably going to be angry to death."
The first line of writing was quite graceful, but the writing became more and more sloppy, and even the words became angry: "My tooth no longer hurts, but General Zhong doesn't allow the rear camp to give me sugar!"
After writing such an angry sentence, her anger calmed down, saying that when they were in Huaiyuan Village, Jin Lu attacked her secretly, and she tricked Feng Fan into asking for sugar. Feng Fan went to the back camp and escaped.
So she proclaimed herself Feng Fan's noble person, and if Feng Fan followed her, he would be able to get the purple energy from the East. Feng Fan didn't believe it, but people often hung around her.
She also said that when they were fighting back against the Jinlu, an eagle chirped past. Its body was white as snow. The Qiang people thought that a god was coming, and they did not distinguish between friend and foe.
After the war, she picked up this white feather from a Qiang man and asked Yin Bei to bring it back to Wu Jin for a look.
At the end of the letter, she said: "Wu Jin, this white eagle has brought us good luck. I only picked up this piece of feathers to give you, so that you can also take a look at the white eagle, the thousands of miles of yellow sand, the sun, the moon and the stars. In my eyes, and in yours.”
Wu Jin put down the letter and looked at the white feather. A snow-white eagle appeared in his mind and screamed at him without reservation.
In a corner of the study room, he seemed to see the green color of Hengshan slowly spreading, the yellow sand bounded by mountains and rivers, rolling endlessly, the sun shining on people's eyes, and the wind noisy on people's ears.
The country is picturesque and never skimps on its beauty. No matter whether it is sprinkled with blood or tears, it is just an embellishment.
Mo Lingfeng had seen this scene with him. The difference was that her armor was cold, while his blue shirt was elegant. The wind on the Hengshan Mountain blew towards them both, blowing up their large sleeves like Fire, like clouds.
Putting down Bai Yu, he no longer replied to the letter, but took up his pen and wrote the word "Firecracker".
There are firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, which will always be more lively.
He wrote furiously and wrote this New Year's Eve list, which was long and unskilled. He even included fried melon seeds. At the end of the writing, he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the paper full of paper.
The Mo Mansion has few servants, but many servants, including aunts. His scattered list of new year's goods is only enough for Ling Feng.
He changed a piece of paper and started writing slowly again.
(End of chapter)
