"Dad, don't say these unlucky words!" Qiao Yu wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves and looked at Bai Ye: "Let me ask you to take care of my father first, I'll go to the city to hire a doctor!"
"Qiao Yu, wait." Bai Ye called him, took out two gold tickets from the money bag and put them in his palm: "Take the money, find the best doctor, and buy some light hot porridge back."
Qiao Yu held the gold ticket hard and looked at her with emotion and firmness: "Thank you, I will definitely return this money to you!"
Bai Ye did not refuse and nodded: "Go quickly."
After Qiao Yu left, Bai Ye closed the door and sat next to Qiao's father, and he was also looking at him in confusion.
"Uncle, I am Qiao Yu's friend Bai Luo, and I am also at Shengying Academy."
Bai Ye took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his palm, but did not immediately take the pill for him, and was about to observe the symptoms.
At this time, Qiao's father had difficulty speaking, and kept irreconcilable syllables from his throat.
Bai Ye could feel a strong sense of gratitude from his eyes, and gently patted his hand that was hanging beside him. He worked hard every day, and over time, his hands were covered with thick calluses. Although they were dark and rough, they made Bai Ye feel extremely at ease and thought of the deceased Xiao Jingtian.
Father Qiao blinked at her and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, she suddenly foamed at her mouth, rolled her eyes and fell into dizziness.
Bai Ye then quickly took out a precious sixth-level nine-turn pill from the space ring, then took his pulse, opened his eyes and looked carefully, wiped the foam from his mouth with a handkerchief, and leaned forward to his nose without any disgust and sniffing.
Dizziness, vomiting, and speech imperfect.
Judging from the pulse and symptoms, it is stroke and cold, but his pulse is only floating and tight as cold, but there is no floating and slow pulse that should be caused by stroke.
The level 6, Nine-Turning Pills that are absorbed can cure all diseases as long as they do not die. This is also the most magical thing for alchemists.
After a while, Chev began to sweat. Because he was old, he could only excrete the crux of his body through sweat, and his clothes and thin quilt were wet.
Bai Ye took off his cloak and covered him until his frown brows relaxed, his eyes moved slightly, and there were signs of awakening.
Qiao's father opened his eyes hazyly and felt the sticky wetness all over his body: "What's going on?"
"Uncle Qiao, how are you feeling in your health?" Bai Ye asked with concern.
Only then did Father Qiao realize that although he still had no strength, his whole body was much more comfortable, and the heaviness that was about to die of sleep seemed to disappear suddenly.
"I, am I dreaming?"
Bai Ye smiled and shook his head and said, "No, but you still have to rest in bed for a while, otherwise the cold will recur."
Fortunately, the arrival was quite timely. A moment later, even the Nine-Turn Pill was unable to recover.
"Yes, thank you for your kindness..." Qiao's father was like Qiao Yu, giving people a very honest and honest feeling.
"You don't have to be polite to me, just call me Bai Luo." Bai Ye suddenly thought of his strange pulse and continued to ask: "Uncle, before you have any accidents, have you invited the doctor for treatment or taken medicine?"
"We don't have money, so how can we hire a doctor?" Qiao's father was in good spirits and smiled silly. It was indeed a father and son, and his smile was exactly the same.
"Oh by the way!" He suddenly patted his head and looked at Bai Ye: "There is a little girl who has seen me and gave me some medicine."