On this day, a doctor came outside the door of Fan Mansion.
I saw that his face was dark and his face was more or less pockmarked.
The bridge of the nose is high and the eyes are bright. If it weren't for the mustache, his face would be full of pockmarks. At first glance, she is definitely a beautiful woman.
The doctor held a tiger support in his hand, shaking it at shoulder level. He carried a box and cage on his shoulders and held a cloth flag. On the flag was written: Cure the incurable disease and save the hopeless people.
He held his head high and carefully examined the word "Fan Mansion". It was not until Er Hu came that he reluctantly lowered his noble head and looked at the servant Er Hu in front of him.
"Are you the one calling here?" Erhu looked at the person in front of him with some disgust, as if he was trying to drive him away.
"That's right, it's me! I came here specially to treat Mr. Zhao!" The doctor suddenly became noble when he saw the look of disgust on his servant Er Hu's face.
"Just you?" Erhu was a little disbelieving and looked at the proud guy in front of him with suspicion.
"Have you ever heard of Lan Yue, the famous Guigu miracle doctor in the world? I am his direct disciple! My name is Wang Chong."
"I have heard of Lan Yue, the miracle doctor of Guigu, but when did he accept a disciple like you, then I don't know?"
Erhu pretended not to know, and only frowned Wang Chong's angry brows, his eyes filled with angry flames. Fortunately, he suppressed the fire in his heart for a while and no longer had the same experience as him.
"Erhu, what happened?" At this time, Ruoshui saw what he just said and rushed over.
"Sir, don't blame me. My two tigers have such a temper. If I offend you in any way, please forgive me!" Then he introduced in: "Sir, please!"
Ruoshui brought the doctor to the room where Zhao Yunxi was.
Wang Chong sat beside the bed and took the pulse of the unconscious Zhao Yunxi. He was seen shaking his head like an inscrutable miracle doctor.
"Sir, is he feeling better?" Ruoshui looked at Wang Chong with a hopeful look.
"People can be saved. If we wake up earlier, it may not be possible!" Wang Chong said, then he rolled up Zhao Yunxi's sleeve with one hand and looked at the festering and purple wound in front of everyone.
"Isn't Mr. Zhao's wound better? How could it be——?" Xiaolan on the side looked puzzled.
"The injuries he suffered cannot be cured by ordinary good medicine. That will only be counterproductive."
"Sir, do you have any ideas?" Ruoshui asked.
"I can stabilize his condition for the time being, but this method is passed down by my master and is not allowed to be spread to others. So please everyone -" Wang Chong took the cage, opened it, and took out six silver needles.
Ruoshui knew what he meant, and after some hesitation, he left. When leaving, Xiaolan was specifically told to watch outside the door to avoid emergencies. And he and his maid Xiaoju ran towards the pavilion.
At this time, there were only Wang Chong and the unconscious Zhao Yunxi in the room.
After looking at the closed door and making sure that no one was there, Wang Chong smiled and helped the unconscious Zhao Yunxi up. His hands were covered with the potion, and then he moved it inside and poured it into Zhao Yunxi's back.
In less than a moment, drops of water oozed from the forehead. After helping Zhao Yunxi down on the bed, he inserted the six silver needles into various parts of the wound.
"Whoosh——"
Six thin threads shot out from his hand, leading directly to the tails of the six silver needles.
He flicked it, and the silver needle inserted around the wound swayed, and then light black blood oozed from the tip of the needle. He smiled knowingly and pulled it back, and the six silver needles were instantly sandwiched between his index and middle fingers.
Looking at the six silver needles whose tips had turned black, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It seems that he is very disappointed in you! Could it be me, I'm afraid you will be the next person to die!"
"It seems that she still cares about you!" Wang Chong was a little unhappy. Put only the six silver needles into the needle bag and put them in the cage.
But inadvertently, the beard on that side suddenly fell off.
It turned out that Wang Chong was Lan Linger pretending to be. Suddenly she felt a movement outside the door. She immediately picked up the beard on the ground, reluctantly spat on it, and then dipped it in again.
"Since she treated you like that, I want to see how you will respond to her." Lan Ling'er snorted coldly, glanced out the window, and shouted to the door: "You can come in!"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mei Rufang of the Fan family came in with two maids and servant Erhu. Xiaolan followed closely, but Na Ruoshui was nowhere to be seen. Lan Ling'er was inevitably a little disappointed. However, she had another idea.
"Although his life is not in danger, it may be difficult to wake up immediately. But -" Lan Ling'er shifted her gaze from Zhao Yunxi to everyone.
"But what?" Mrs. Mei Rufang stared at Lan Ling'er hesitantly.
"There is a good medicine that can help him wake up quickly." Lan Ling'er was startled by Mei Rufang's eyes and quickly gave the answer.
"Sir, please speak!"
"That's the lotus root." Lan Ling'er put her hands behind her back, turned around and raised her voice, saying: "The lotus root has the effect of enhancing resistance and regulating nerves. If you pick it, take it to wake up."
"Er Hu, tell them to go down and pick some lotus roots from the pond immediately." The lady ordered to Er Hu beside her.
"Yes! Madam! Let's do it now!"
"Hey! Wait!" Erhu was about to leave, but was called back. Lan Ling'er, who only saw it, continued: "I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in a hurry! This lotus root picking is so casual."
"Then sir, what should we do?"
"It's okay to pick lotus roots at other times, but the effect is not good. Only picking them in the middle of the night will give the best results!" Lan Ling'er couldn't help but glance at Xiaolan as she spoke.
The maid Xiaolan rolled her eyes, as if she had some understanding, and then looked back at Lan Ling'er with the same look.
"Xiaohu, let's pick it at midnight so that Mr. Zhao can take it earlier."
"Yes! Madam!"
"In that case! Then I'll take my leave." Lan Ling'er said so as not to expose her flaws as time goes on. He picked up the suitcase and cage on his shoulders and left Fan Mansion with Erhu seeing him off.
Back garden, in the pavilion.
"Miss! Miss! There is hope for the young master!" Xiaolan came quickly and said to Ruoshui with a little bit of joy.
"What did the doctor say?" Ruoshui looked at Xiaolan expectantly.
"The doctor said that the injury suffered by the young master is an extremely rare trauma, and can only be cured by making soup with lotus roots in the pond!"
"Really?" Ruoshui confirmed again.
"Yes, Miss! But the doctor said. Only lotus roots picked at night can have a big effect. It can also be used at other times, but the effect is not good!" Xiaolan lowered her head leisurely with a hint of regret.
"What the doctor said is not unreasonable. I saw that Mr. Zhao's injury was not an ordinary knife wound. There were signs of ulceration and purpleness around the area. Even after using so much medicine, he still didn't get better. Although the doctor looked familiar, he remembered I don't know where we met. Although his behavior is weird, he has no enmity with Mr. Zhao, and he will probably not murder Mr. Zhao." After Ruoshui thought about it carefully, Muzi showed a firm look in his eyes and said to the maid Xiaolan : "Tonight, you will accompany me to the backyard to pick the lotus roots."
"I——?" Maid Xiaolan was a little at a loss and pointed at herself.
"Don't worry! I can just go get it by myself. It's not good if you keep watch so that no one sees it!"
"Miss! I think it's better to let Erhu and the others pick it! Madam has already made arrangements. Besides, you and I are both virgins, and the depth of the water in the pond is unknown. What if-" Xiaolan was a little worried.
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility! Just don't let them go, just tell me what to do." Ruoshui suddenly remembered something and reminded Xiaolan: "Just don't tell Madam about this, lest she worry! Otherwise , there is no hope for Mr. Zhao to wake up!"
"Okay, miss!"
"Perhaps, this is the only thing I can do for him at the moment. I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." Ruoshui looked at the sky affectionately, his eyes wide open, and his tears condensed like crystals.
Although the night was a bit dark, the road was still bright under the moonlight.
"Quack quack quack——"
Beside the pond, the sound of insects continued.
"thump!"
A frog jumped into the pond, splashing everywhere. Under the moonlight, circles of waves spread out from the center to all sides.
Ruoshui, who was standing by the pond, was a little scared. But that seems to be only temporary.
Ruoshui dressed lightly, rolled up her trousers, and with the support of her maid Xiaolan, she stepped barefoot into the lotus pond.
"Gudong——"
The water is a bit cold and biting. But she still didn't flinch in her heart. Because, deep down in her heart, there is always a person. And that person was her only support.
She flattened her sleeve with one hand, reached into the water, and groped for everything
——
At this time, the scene in front of him was all in sight.
Lan Ling'er was lying on the roof, looking at Ruoshui who was working hard to pick lotus roots in the water, and her heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain. She had some hatred, but also some sympathy. The complicated contradiction left her wondering what to do. Looking at the Longquan sword tightly held in his hand, sweat was already oozing out of his hand. Then, he moved his gaze to the room where Zhao Yunxi was, with a sense of reluctance in his eyes.
"You and I have said goodbye today. I don't know when we will see each other again." Lan Ling'er breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "But I also hope that it's best not for us to meet each other! It's best not to!"
She is afraid! As for what she's afraid of, I'm afraid only she knows it best.
Then, with a trace of reluctance, he left the roof and disappeared into the night.
A west wind drunken melodious song, accompanied by old thoughts. The long wind rushed away, carrying the smoke and dissipating in the air. The dusty years are just a glimpse of reincarnation.
She gently picked up the strings, with a little sadness, composing the depressing tune.
Drowsily, Zhao Yunxi was awakened by this music.
Opening his eyes, he saw that this familiar place reminded him of a person - Ruoshui.
It dawned on him.
"Sir, you're awake!" Xiaolan, the maid, was carrying a bowl of lotus seed soup. As soon as Fang entered the door, she saw Zhao Yunxi getting up and sitting on the bed.
"Ahem! Ahem! It must be your young lady who is playing outside the house at this time, right?" With his lips white and weak, he asked the maid Xiaolan.
"Young master, you still remember my young lady!" Xiaolan put the bowl on the table and said to Zhao Yunxi: "The young lady saw that the young master was seriously injured and could not sleep for a long time. So at midnight yesterday, she went down to the river to pick lotus roots, and specially asked Xiao Lan to pick the lotus roots for her. Master, make some soup to nourish your body."
"Cough! Cough! I, Zhao Yunxi, am so virtuous and capable. I am not worthy of receiving such love from your young lady! Cough!" As he said this, he stood up to thank others, but was stopped by the maid Xiaolan.
"Young Master, you have been here for so long, do you really not know my young lady's affection for you?" Xiaolan couldn't bear it, and finally revealed the truth to Mr. Zhao, who seemed to be shrewd but was actually a fool.
[Question: 1. Why did Lan Linger pretend to be a man and enter the house, but refused to show his true identity?
2. Does Ruoshui really like Zhao Yunxi? Will they be together? 】
