"The arrowhead was taken from the fortress," Li Yitie put the silver needle back to its place. "Even if the arrowhead was taken out completely, it's unclear whether there would be any tiny fragments left in the wound. The wound is too deep and it's impossible to cut it completely. Check it out."
Having said this, he turned away and focused his gaze on the medicine box, not looking at Mo Qianlan's face.
Mo Qianlan is not a good person, but in his opinion, Mo Qianlan itself has been an irreversible tragedy, and Mo Lingfeng is very likely to follow this path.
He then added in a charitable tone: "I can save her life."
The tight strings in Mo Qianlan's mind relaxed, the boiling blood subsided, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Looking down at the blood on his clothes, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you for letting her rest these few days... I will take care of the family matters."
When Li Yitie left the house, the sky was filled with clouds.
There are several red crape myrtle plants planted outside the house, with fiery red flowers. When the breeze comes, the flower branches tremble, and the dancing swallows are startled. The shadows of the flowers keep moving with the shadow of the sun, until the flower color merges with the glow of the sun, and then gradually disappears.
He sat down on the chair and looked at the two small medicine stoves that kept humming.
He has treated thousands of patients, but no one can move him as deeply as the Mo brothers and sisters.
Because they were not in this situation originally, but a pair of hands pushed them to such a situation.
After Mo Qianlan fell into coma due to epilepsy, he used needles many times to force Mo Qianlan to sleep, in order to extend his life and allow him to spend more time with Mo Lingfeng, but Mo Qianlan still woke up.
An aunt stood over and asked cautiously: "Doctor Li, can we go in and feed the uncle some ginseng soup?"
They had been sitting in the yard, and apart from the heavy sound of Mo Qianlan falling out of bed, they heard no other sound.
Li Yitie picked up a fan to fan the fire: "Just now I gave Mo Jiedushi an acupuncture and forced out a blood stasis. You clean it up together. After taking this medicine, the prescription will be changed again."
The aunt nodded and went to get hot water. Li Yitie raised his head and glanced at Yin Bei, who was squatting at the door of the courtyard waiting for orders, and called out: "Yin Bei, is Mr. Cheng still in the front hall?"
"exist."
"Go over and invite Mr. Cheng here, and tell him that I have something to do with him."
"good."
Cheng Ting was currently writing ink in the front hall - just as the eldest sister of the Cheng family expected, the greeting cards handed to Mo Lingfeng were piled up in the front hall like snow. Officials and even Liu Boyu were all handed greeting cards. .
He replied one by one and sent someone out, sighing secretly that he had never written so many words during the scientific examination. At the same time, he thought that his handwriting was so graceful and graceful that no one who received the reply could read it for three or two days. Tell me what you wrote.
When his hand was cramping while he was writing, Yin Bei came to interrupt him from casting a spell, saying that it was Li Yitie who invited him.
Cheng Ting was confused, so he put down his writing and went to the second hall with Yin Bei. Li Yitie took him into the main room again.
The aunts had already left, and Yin Nan was sitting by the door, holding a plate of buns in one hand, picking up the buns with the other and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing like a ruthless executioner.
However, as soon as she swallowed the buns, she shrank her neck and retched silently - she had eaten too many buns in Shuozhou, and she still remembers the taste.
The door was closed, leaving only a dim light in the room. It was already past midnight, and night would fall at any time.
Li Yi Tie did not light the candle, but turned around and motioned for Cheng Ting to follow him: "Come here."
Cheng Ting followed without knowing why and walked to Mo Qianlan's bedside: "Doctor Li——"
Then, he saw Mo Qianlan's opened eyes!
"Gu——"
Li Yitie was sure that he would scream, and was about to reach out to cover his mouth, but Cheng Ting fell to the ground, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and his hands were trembling: "Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu... ...."
He kept mumbling like a hen, and got up quietly again. Suspecting that he was dazzled, he cautiously looked at Mo Qianlan again.
His uncle was in coarse clothes and disheveled hair, and was as frail as Luo Qi. However, he was as handsome as a jade mountain and his eyes were shining. He was indeed
Sober!
Mo Qianlan's power still lingered. Cheng Ting looked back on his life in an instant. He knelt on the ground with a thump and trembled all over. Seeing his uncle raise a finger and say "shhh", he lowered his voice and lowered his voice. No matter how low it was, it turned into airflow and blew gently towards Mo Qianlan: "Uncle, you're awake."
"Why are you staying here?" Mo Qianlan said nothing.
"Ah?" Cheng Ting didn't hear a word clearly, so he stuck his head out, "W-what did you say?"
Li Yitie understood and told Cheng Ting in a low voice.
Cheng Ting replied in a low voice, as if making a joint carefully: "It's that big yellow dog. It bit my sleeve on the street and wouldn't let go. I followed it. This dog became a spirit."
Mo Qianlan said: "What about other than that?"
Cheng Ting barely heard what Mo Qianlan said clearly, and quickly waved his hand: "No, no more."
He swallowed the word "Wu Jin" from his throat, his heart began to beat wildly, and his back quietly bent.
For some reason, he always felt that it would be better not to mention Wu Jin in front of Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan closed his eyes. He didn't have to look at Cheng Ting's guilty conscience and stupidity to know that with Cheng Ting's mind, there must be a reason why he was so nervous and stayed here without moving.
The only person who is smart enough to see through the current situation and is closely related to the Mo family is Wu Jin.
He asked: "What letter did Wu Jin send?"
"Letter?" Cheng Ting's back was covered with sweat, but he was too nervous to care about the heat. "What letter? Wu, Wu Jin... He doesn't often write letters. The last time he wrote a letter was during the Dragon Boat Festival or, no, the Spring Festival." "
He was confused and didn't know what he was talking about.
Mo Qianlan said bluntly: "My life and A's life lies in his letter."
Cheng Ting closed his mouth with a "Gah", looked back at the cubicle, and then turned to look outside the door, expecting the eldest sister of the Cheng family to speak loudly outside the door, grabbing his ears, and pulling him all the way. Go home.
what to do?
He glanced at Mo Qianlan timidly, thinking that Mo Qianlan would not make fun of Ye Feng's life, so he hesitated and replied: "Death is suffering, and life is also suffering."
Mo Qianlan listened without asking anything. After a moment, he said, "I understand."
One death, one life.
Death is bitter - if Mo Lingfeng died in battle, it would be bitter for her and it would be bitter for him.
Life is also bitter - if Mo Lingfeng lives, then Mo Qianlan will die, which will also be bitter for her.
The emperor once again had murderous intentions and wanted to punish the Mo family who regained military power with death.
So the big yellow dog found that a strange face had entered Mo's house and brought Cheng Ting in his mouth. The killer who had not shown up yet was still waiting because he was not sure whether Mo Lingfeng was alive or dead.
He wanted to force this man out, kill him, and let Ah Gu rest in peace.
Cheng Ting was confused, wondering what did his uncle know?
Mo Qianlan didn't wait for him to figure it out, and said softly: "Don't tell anyone that I'm awake. There's something..."
The chatter of three people sounded in the room - Mo Qianlan said, Cheng Ting listened, and when Cheng Ting couldn't understand, Li Yitie repeated.
Four-quarters of an hour later, Cheng Ting came out of the room with an empty head and looked at the nanny who was boiling medicine under the lamp: "Grandma, I'm so hungry."
It turns out that using your brain makes you more hungry than using your hands.
