"Grandpa..." Xiao Zaizai's arm hurt when he was grabbed, and he said fearfully, "Grandpa, will he be harmed?"
"Crap!" The old beggar looked pale, "From now on, you will never bleed in front of others again, do you understand?"
The old beggar said earnestly, "The world is greedy, grandpa is old, Governor Jiang is also... If someone knows that you have such ability, how will you survive as a little kid in the future..."
"However, it is also a good thing," the old beggar said although he was distressed, "if I use your blood as medicine, maybe I can cure Governor Jiang's disease."
Jiang Muhan is only ten years older than Zaizai. If he can cure his disease, after a hundred years, Xiao Zaizai and Xiao Tuantuan will be able to rely on them.
"Yeah!" Xiao Zaizai nodded vigorously, "I need to give Guo Guo a cure!"
"Okay, okay," the old beggar made up his mind, "then I need your blood. Grandpa will look for it..."
Although his little grandson is not afraid of pain or tiredness, he is only a six-year-old cub after all. He is also very weak due to illness. If he wants to take blood, it will hurt no matter what. ?.?????.???
He remembered that there was still some hemp boiling around.
The old beggar turned around and rummaged around on the table for Ma Fei powder when he heard a "bang"!
The old beggar turned around in panic.
I saw the little Zaizai wrinkled his little face in pain, closed his eyes tightly, and banged against the door frame!
Old beggar:! ! !
"Grandpa, Grandpa, hurry up!" Little Zaizai had two streaks of bright red nosebleeds flowing from his nose. He pouted and turned around, reaching out to catch the nosebleeds that fell from his mouth, "Quick teeth!"
The old beggar hurriedly brought over a small bowl.
One drop, two drops, three drops, and soon half the bowl was filled...
Finally, Zaizai rubbed two cotton balls for himself, stuffed them into his nostrils, tilted his head, and asked angrily, "Grandpa, is that enough?"
Old beggar:......Why is a nosebleed not considered blood?
"That's enough, that's enough, you child," the old beggar rubbed the swelling on her head distressedly, "You silly child."
The old beggar hurriedly took the small half bowl of blood and turned back to find something to put it in.
A cotton ball was quickly soaked with blood. Xiao Zai Zai picked it up and threw it away, right at the mouth of the dead little house bird.
Blood quickly seeped in along the cracks in the dead little house sparrow's mouth.
The little house sparrow that had sucked the blood of its little cub suddenly opened its eyes, jumped up, and chirped.
When the old beggar turned around, he saw the little Zaizai happily holding the lively little house bird, "Wow~~Grandpa~~The little bird is alive~~"
Alive? ?
He was obviously dead just now? ?
The old beggar felt something was wrong, but maybe he missed it because he was in a hurry to coax Xiao Tuantuan? ?
But in front of him, he didn't have time to think about it, so he called the Dongchang guard guarding the door and invited Jiang Muhan over on the pretext that Zaizai wanted to have dinner with his brother.
Jiang Muhan was in a very bad state of mind. He had to run around as soon as he woke up from coma, facing endless intrigues and life-and-death struggles.
This remote little courtyard was his only solace.
And because the old beggar had been making money selling medicinal materials, Eunuch Zhou never became suspicious.
However, while eating in the evening, when the old beggar handed the pill that he had finally developed into his hand, he said melancholy, "Supervisor, you are taking a risk."
"Living in this world is an adventure." Jiang Muhan threw the pill into his mouth like a jelly bean without even thinking about it. "Having the opportunity to give it a try is already a gift from God."
As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a warm and moist breath came over him.
The cold and exhausted internal organs were warmed, and the dead meridians seemed to be moistened by the shallow water. Jiang Muhan sighed comfortably, "It seems to be working."
"It must be effective," the old beggar smiled and stroked his beard.
"Using blood as medicine?" Suddenly, Jiang Muhan frowned, "Whose blood is it?"
Old beggar, "...there is no need..."
"It's my dear!" Although the old beggar said not to tell Jiang Muhan about this, the little Zaizai still said calmly, "My dear, save Guo Guo!"
"Crap!" the old beggar scolded.
"It doesn't matter!" Xiao Zaizai said sweetly, "Because it's Guo Guo!"
Guo Guo will definitely not harm her!
"Your blood?" Jiang Muhan was shocked, "Are you injured?"
Jiang Muhan hurriedly grabbed Zaizai's arm and looked around, but didn't find any wounds.
The little Zaizai shook his head and said, "Good boy, bang, your nose will bleed!"
Nosebleeds... Who says nosebleeds are not blood...
Jiang Muhan choked.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether I should feel sorry for the little Zaizai who hit the ground and had a big bump on his forehead, or whether I should taste the pills to see if they had a strange smell...
"Hey, it's okay!" Xiao Zaizai hugged Jiang Muhan's arm and shook it, "Guo Guo wants to get better!"
My brother will get better if he hits his head. Xiao Zaizai thinks it’s a good deal!
The little Zaizai bared his little white teeth and smiled.
"The way you treat the governor carelessly is a lesson to heaven and earth." The old beggar sighed.
