The old man rubbed his forehead. He was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket and a cloth cap, and his face looked so old that he couldn't be any older.
Time did not leave him with a few teeth, so he staggered to the edge of the examination table, spoke in a leaky voice, and asked slowly: "Little girl, are you sick?"
Li Luo looked at the old doctor and replied with a smile: "I'm a little injured, please excuse me sir."
Li Luo put his hand on the sorghum cloth used to diagnose the pulse.
The old doctor gently put his hand on it. The old doctor was not a member of the martial arts world, so naturally he would not use the inner energy of the real energy to feel the pulse. To feel the pulse was to feel the pulse, and only rely on the pulse to diagnose the disease.
"Little girl, why are you so cold? Are you suffering from the cold?" the old man asked with a frown.
Li Luo pointed to the people around him and replied apologetically: "Old sir, to be honest, I was injured in a fight and received a slap on my back from someone else. I'm in a hurry to seek medical attention, so I'm sorry to trouble you. "
The old doctor understood what he was doing, so he didn't ask any more questions and felt at ease to feel his pulse.
After a while, the old doctor looked at her face again, and then slowly replied: "Little girl, your pulse is cold and unstable, and your injuries are like cold illnesses. I don't know martial arts, so I can't ask more. There are differences between men and women. It’s not convenient for me to check your wounds. I can only give you a few warm medicines, which won’t do much harm. What do you think?”
Li Luo replied: "In this case, Mr. Lao will be here."
The old doctor slowly returned to his counter. The medicine boy held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on one side. The old doctor slowly wrote a prescription on the rough yellow paper and handed it to the little medicine boy, "Third prescription. "The little medicine boy turned around and went to grab the medicine.
The old doctor began to write another prescription on the bottom piece of yellow paper. After a while, when the medicine boy took the medicine, he handed over another prescription in his hand and said: "One pair."
Xiaoyu and others waited quietly on one side.
After the medicine boy finished grabbing the medicine, there were four sets of medicine in total. The old doctor gently placed the medicine on the counter. Xiaoyu understood and walked over to get it.
An Ning didn't like Xiaoyu very much, so she rushed ahead, reached out to take the medicine, and asked: "Old sir, how much does it cost?"
The old man replied: "Three taels of silver."
Three taels of silver was enough for a poor peasant family to live for a long time. An Ning was a little puzzled.
An Ning frowned and asked, "Why is it so expensive?"
The old doctor chuckled and said: "Expensive medicines are expensive for a reason. This girl has been suffering from cold for a while, but her body is as cold as frost. Since it is caused by trauma, my medicine may be of great help. If the girl dislikes it, It's expensive, so don't take it." After the old doctor said this, he wanted to take the medicine back.
Hearing this, An Ning hurriedly picked up the medicine and apologized: "I didn't mean it like that. I still need the medicine. Thank you, old man." An Ning hurriedly took three taels of silver from her arms and handed it over respectfully.
The old doctor ordered: "Three doses of medicine for oral administration, five bowls of water, simmer for two hours, and when it becomes a bowl of water, take it orally, one dose a day, once a day. As for the other dose of medicine, boil three bowls of water into one bowl. "
An Ning heard the words and wrote them down carefully.
It is said that Su Bing's ice soul palm in Li Luo's body is indeed caused by cold disease. Fortunately, Su Bing's ice soul palm cultivation is not deep, so the cold poison will not attack the heart, and Li Luo's internal strength cultivation is not low, and he will not die on the spot. But according to the old doctor's method, it can indeed be cured.
The so-called great hermit in the city, the old doctor was originally a doctor in Meizhen. He has been practicing medicine for decades. Although he has not been involved in the martial arts, he is very capable. As for Li Luo's condition, he guessed 70-80% right after diagnosing the pulse. According to There is no difference in treating it with cold and freezing methods. Internal adjustment and external application can also cure Li Luo's injuries.
An Ning gave the money and took the medicine doubtfully, and several people helped Li Luo back to Meizhen Winery, a restaurant on the main street of Meizhen.
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It is near the end of the twelfth lunar month.
Daguishan, Hejia Village.
Morning morning.
Inside an old dilapidated house at the entrance of the village.
In a dilapidated thatched hut at the entrance of the village, two old men wrapped in tattered cotton-padded jackets looked at the carrot porridge on the table, unable to put down their chopsticks.
Old Man Li frowned and muttered: "Old man, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, according to tradition, Xiaoyu should return in the tenth lunar month. It's been nearly two months. Do you think something happened to this kid... Already?..."
Yuan San curled his lips and glared at him, picked up a piece of pickled mustard with chopsticks, threw it into his bowl, and cursed: "What are you talking about? You old man, eat it quickly."
After Yuan San finished speaking, he grabbed his rice bowl and took a few bites. He was still worried about Xiao Yu, and choked up while eating. He simply threw the bowl on the table and cursed: "You said that little bastard, are you true? .....”
When Old Man Li saw this, he chuckled and said, "You old guy, you still said that I brought this up. Eat quickly. Eat a few bites. Let's go sit at the entrance of the village and see if there is any trace of that kid."
Hearing this, Yuan San muttered: "No, we can't wait any longer. I'm worried. It really can't be done. Let's eat, pack our luggage, and go out to look for it."
Old Man Li frowned and said, "How about we ask Father He to lend us some money?"
Yuan Sanyi shook off the vegetable leaves stuck on his chopsticks and replied: "Come on, we have been doing a lot of sneaking around during this period. Father He has secretly paid a lot of resettlement fees. If the little boy doesn't come back, we won't continue We have no money to buy clothes, and you still expect Father He to lend us money."
Old Man Li patted his chest and replied: "That makes sense. Let's eat and leave. With our cleverness and ability, do we still have to worry about not being able to find the money?"
Yuan San smiled and said: "It makes sense, it makes sense, eat it quickly."
The two of them devoured the mustard and clear vegetables on the table.
Dear, this chapter is not finished yet, there is another page ^0^ Porridge, each packed his luggage, took a few sets of coarse cotton-padded jackets, and rushed to the entrance of the village.
"You brat, you haven't come back for so long. When we find him, we must make him look good. No, we have to feast on him first to make him happy." Yuan San stepped on the thick snow and scolded as he walked.
Old Man Li echoed: "Yes, I want to have a good drink for a long time."
In fact, they all knew that Xiaoyu didn't come back at this time, and something might really have happened. They murmured to and fro along the way, just for comfort.
On the white mountain road, only two lines of footprints were left on the snow. Old Li and Yuan San gradually walked farther and farther away, until their figures were completely submerged in the undulating mountains in the distance.
A day later, it was almost dusk, and the two of them had already left Dagui Mountain.
Arriving at the south side of Dagui Mountain, a small mountain town covered with winter snow.
It coincides with the market in this small town, and there is still a lively atmosphere on the streets.
A small vendor set up a shed. Under the shed, there was a square table covered with three bowls, surrounded by a group of town residents watching the excitement.
The vendor was a tall and thin man named Wei Si. He was wrapped in a thick coat. It could be seen that he was not big in stature, with a long face and short nose. At first glance, he looked like a calculating guy.
Dear, this chapter is finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^
