Although Jiang Ling was not smart, the feeling when he just touched Jiang Wan's arm was obviously wrong.
There seemed to be thick gauze wrapped under the arms.
He stared at Jiang Wan's injured area and asked carefully, "Sister, are you injured?"
Jiang Wan touched her arm and said with a smile, "It's okay, just a minor injury."
"I accidentally burned myself while boiling the medicine."
Jiang Ling's eyes were suspicious. Do you need to wrap so many gauze for burns?
"Okay, don't think about it." Jiang Wan said, "Come back with me to make the medicine."
Jiang Wan led Jiang Ling for a few steps, then suddenly stopped.
The medicine this time was different from the usual medicine. Her flesh and blood were not like other medicinal materials that were scattered all over the mountains and plains.
She was alone, and if she didn't plan ahead, she wouldn't know if she would have enough meat.
"Jiang Ling, go and count them for me."
"Count what?"
"Infected patients." Jiang Wan explained, "The medicinal materials this time are relatively scarce. I need a specific number of people and cannot waste them."
"give it to me."
After Jiang Ling left, Jiang Wan returned to the kitchen alone. She prepared a large number of bandages and hemostatic powder in advance. In order to prevent Jiang Ling from entering suddenly, she locked the door in advance.
She stopped the bleeding while cutting the flesh, starting with her arms. One arm was soon dripping with blood from her cuts, and she had no idea where to start. She didn't waste the blood and used a big bowl to catch it.
She endured the pain and applied medicine and bandage to her arm, then her leg.
Her right arm remained motionless because she wanted to do something.
When there was not much flesh left on one of her arms or both legs, Jiang Ling came back.
"Sister, I counted. There are one hundred and thirty-two people in total."
One hundred and thirty-two? Jiang Wan leaned on one hand and counted bowls one by one. There were three hundred and thirty-one bowls in total, and there were still two bowls left.
But her limbs were no longer available, so she thought about it and cut two more pieces of flesh from her body.
She looked at the blood on the ground beneath her and thought about covering it up with the grass she had prepared in advance.
Her original clothes had been dyed blood red. She took out a piece of black clothes she had prepared in advance and put them on reluctantly. She said to Jiang Ling outside the door, "Jiang Ling, come in."
"The door seems to be broken. I can't open it. You can just break it open."
She slumped in the chair, every part of her body hurt.
It wasn't that the door was broken, it was that she didn't have the strength to open it anymore.
As Jiang Ling banged on the door, she looked at the bowl of flesh and blood on the table, hoping that the people in the village would get better after taking the medicine.
only. . But she felt a little cold.
The moment Jiang Ling broke through the kitchen door, he smelled the smell of blood and the strange smell of medicine mixed in the room.
Jiang Wan's voice was very soft. She pointed to the gurgling cauldron and said, "Jiang Ling, put the medicine into a bowl and deliver it to them later."
"By the way, I made an extra bowl, and you drink a bowl too."
"Staying with patients all day long will inevitably lead to illness."
Jiang Ling was attracted by the full bowls on the table. He didn't know what kind of meat was in the bowls, and it was all red with blood.
He looked at Jiang Wan. She was lying on a chair, dressed in black. Her face and lips were frighteningly white, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Jiang Wan said, "This is all pork, Nuo, there is a big pot left over there."
"Stop being in a daze and get the medicine."
When Jiang Ling heard this, he looked over and saw a large basin in the corner, which indeed contained fresh pork.
Can. . Jiang Ling sniffed. It's not like he had never killed a pig before. He knew the taste of pork.
If other people came to smell it, they might just think it was the smell of blood and wouldn't be able to tell the difference. But Jiang Ling was different. He was born with a sensitive sense of smell and hunted all year round.
He can tell the difference.
If the last bowl had a strong smell of medicine as a cover, then the smell of blood this time couldn't even suppress the smell of medicine.
He looked at Jiang Wan with disbelief, fear, and shock.
Jiang Wan looked up at him with sincere eyes, "Jiang Ling, can you go get the medicine first?"
"The villagers can't wait any longer."
"But.."
Jiang Wan's expression changed deliberately and she asked, "If you don't want me to do it, do you want me to get up?"
She said and stood up with her broken body, going to get the spoon.
"Sister, don't move, you rest. I am prosperous, I am prosperous."
Jiang Ling shed tears while silently filling the medicine.
He had probably guessed what was in the bowl, so much blood and so much meat. .
How painful was it when she cut it?
Jiang Ling speeded up.
The patients knew that although the medicine this time had a strong smell of blood, it had miraculous effects.
Shui Hua, who was seriously ill yesterday, is now well.
After Jiang Ling finished his work, he hurried back.
He stood at the door, and the sun shone through the damaged door onto Jiang Wan's body. She leaned on the chair with a pale face, lifeless, but her upturned face looked calm and peaceful, as if she was having a sweet dream.
He walked up to Jiang Wan step by step with difficulty, his eyes were red, and he opened Jiang Wan's clothes with trembling hands, tears streaming down his face.
There was no piece of flesh left on the arm, only bloody bones could be seen.
He uncovered her legs and did the same on her legs.
He couldn't imagine how his sister, who was most afraid of pain, felt.
He is not afraid of pain.
The villagers drank the medicine and regained their lives, running and laughing happily in the sunshine.
A ray of sunlight shines into the back mountain, which has never seen sunlight all year round. Circles of water appear on the pond where countless children are buried. A huge white lotus suddenly grows on the water.
The white lotus blooms slowly, with colorful brilliance overflowing. A lotus lamp appears among the white lotus, and the colorful brilliance also comes from its wick.
The moment Jiang Wan died, all her memories were restored, and she understood that the little doctor girl in the village was just an illusion.
She saw the brilliance of the lotus lantern blooming in the darkness.
Above the head is the voice of the Queen Mother of the West.
"Jiang Buwan, you have passed the test of the magic lamp and can take it away."
Jiang Buwan touched his arm, then smiled and took away the lotus lantern.
The moment the Lotus Lantern was taken away, the illusion collapsed instantly, and she and Ling Yao were ejected from the Kunlun Mirror.
Xiang Zhihan, who had been waiting outside the mirror, caught Jiang Buwan as he flew out. His eyes fell on the left arm she had cut at the beginning, and he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Buwan smiled and shook his head, "It's just an illusion, how can it hurt?"
Xiang Zhihan lowered his eyes and said nothing, how could it not hurt?
Even if it was an illusion, the cut must have hurt Jiang Wan in the mirror.
He didn't know if he would be willing to save everyone if he lost all his memory and was in Jiang Wan's illusion just now.
