"This is really not good news." Luo Yan smiled bitterly, "Okay, the only one you know about is not sure yet!"
The old farmer was not angry and continued to cook tea happily.
Qiangwei rolled her eyes at Luo Yan and snorted coldly: "Don't be too greedy, it would be great if you can get a cure!" At this time, he wanted to use her face to seek medical treatment. Ge San also suppressed his lust and did not argue with her, but
Rolling your eyes secretly is inevitable
The candlelight was dim, Luo Yan looked around and found that this place was extremely shabby. Except for a kang table and a few mats, there was nothing else. The east room contained countless books and several rows of medicine cabinets.
, the room on the west side is where the old farmer rests, and it is just a hard bed.
He felt a little sad and asked curiously: "Didn't you say that doctors are all rich? Why..." At this time, not only Qiangwei, but also Su Qingchen gave her a killing look, and he immediately did not dare to ask any more questions.
On the other hand, the old farmer sighed sadly and explained vaguely: "I haven't practiced medicine for thirty years. I can only go in and out, how can I save money? In those days, the treatment of diseases in slums was paid for by well-meaning people.
, thanks to Xiaowei who has been helping me all these years."
"What a pity, grandpa, I think you are much better than those doctors outside, why don't you practice medicine?" Ge Xiaowu asked curiously while nibbling on the cake.
And this is also a question that everyone has, but they are too embarrassed to ask it.
The old farmer opened his mouth, but he just said sadly: "It's all in the past, why bring it up?"
The old man didn't say anything, and everyone didn't give him any more trouble. At this time, Tangtang came over with a bowl of plain noodles, put it gently in front of Luo Yan, added a small plate of pickles to him, squatted down slightly, and then left.
Everyone felt quite bored and went out in twos and threes to wander around, looking for a place to sleep. Now only the old farmer and Luo Yan were left in the room.
Luo Yan drank the noodles while the old farmer fiddled with his shiny silver needles. For a moment, the room was so quiet that it made people nervous.
Finally, Luo Yan broke the silence. While drinking noodles, he asked nonchalantly: "Old man, when will my memory be restored?"
The old farmer paused, thought for a while, and said after careful consideration: "It's hard to say. Those blood clots have been pressing for too long. I can't guarantee how much you can recover. Try your best, don't worry too much. It won't be worse than before.
,Besides, haven’t you been here like this for so many years?”
Luo Yan tilted his head and thought about it, chuckled twice, and continued eating noodles.
On the wooden bridge, Su Qingchen stood quietly. Under the moonlight, her green clothes seemed to be covered with a layer of water. Thanks to the "Renshui Qi Transformation Technique", her dark attribute bloodline was quietly changing, and her essence was
God is getting better too
"You don't want to ask how he is?" Qiangwei came from the shore, curling up and bringing a fragrant breeze. Her hair was slightly damp. It was obvious that she had just taken a bath. Now she had changed into a thin purple-bottomed black flower shirt, which was exquisite and graceful.
Her delicate body is perfectly presented, her lotus feet move lightly, and her hips swing slightly, with a unique charm.
Su Qingchen looked back indifferently and said calmly: "What's there to ask? There are so many people here, I'm not afraid that you will harm him."
"You are smart." Qiangwei looked at her with a somewhat complicated look. She tilted her head slightly and chuckled, "I'm curious, what is the relationship between the two of you? You are not close to being a lover, but you are too... like you to be a friend.
Women, it seems, should never leave the front door and never step forward from the second door!"
Su Qingchen opened her mouth and smiled bitterly: "What's the relationship? It's just sympathy for each other, it's not as complicated as you said." She seemed to be very uninterested in this topic, turned around and walked slowly towards the tent Ge San set up for her.
After several days of treatment, Luo Yan's old injuries have healed a lot, and his memory has begun to gradually recover.
These days, he seems to be having a dream, a very long dream. The dream is all about his childhood, but he still seems to be reading other people's stories.
In front of a majestic palace, he, who was only six or seven years old, was surrounded by Feng Shui elements, and he was lifted up! He was suspended more than a foot above the ground, slowly drifting towards the palace, and his mouth was still calming down.
Biting the candied haws on the ground, looking at this relaxed look, it is obvious that he has an excellent grasp of Feng Shui elements.
"Daddy!" The little boy hovered at the door of the hall with a smile and shouted crisply.
Murong Bo raised his head from the official document and smiled fondly. When he saw his appearance, his expression changed and he reprimanded: "I have told you so many times that Yuanli is not for you to play with. Also, use it."
Don’t eat when you are strong!”
But he didn't care, he still laughed and floated towards Murong Bo, came to the top of his father's head, cheered, suddenly withdrew his Yuan power as if to do something evil, and hit Murong Bo like this
The formerly serious sect leader seemed to enjoy the child's pranks. He happily caught him, scratched his little nose and laughed: "You kid, you are so bad! What if I don't pick you up?"
"Hee hee, Daddy can't bear to part with it!" He put the half-bitten candied haws to Murong Bo's mouth, his eyebrows furrowed.
Murong Bo didn't feel dissatisfied, he opened his mouth and bit off half of the hawthorn, and said with a smile: "You are so cunning! Where did this thing come from?"
He held the candied haws in his arms and chewed them vigorously. He said without raising his head: "Grandpa Chu brought it back from outside."
"You!" Murong Bo pointed at him funny, "Your Grandpa Chu is performing a mission for the sect, but this is just a purchase for you along the way."
"I heard that you beat up Han Tian?" Murong Bo suddenly remembered the bad deeds of this boy and pretended to be a strict father with a straight face.
Who would have thought that this kid wouldn't accept this trick at all. It seemed that the attraction of Tanghulu was far greater than that of his father. He said without raising his head: "Who asked him to bully Ayu? That's my brother. It's not his turn to bully me!
Not throwing Chu Hanliang out of the Shuiming Mountains is already a great honor to my second uncle!"
"You're such a domineering boy!" Murong Bo rolled his eyes, obviously at a loss for this son who was loved by all, so he turned to ask, "How is your martial arts? Don't just play around."
"I don't have time to play anymore!" He raised his head aggrievedly and pouted, "I am already an intermediate level green element. Although my wind element power is still at the stage where I can only play with it, my water element power
But it’s done very well!”
"Okay, it's your fault!" Murong Bo helplessly coaxed him. God knows how many people would despise his son if he was unhappy and went to complain... The sect leader finally coaxed the little guy and said,
"By the way, daddy and your mother are going to the lower world next month. You should be obedient at home and don't run around and make your grandpa worry about it, do you understand?"
"The lower realm?" He tilted his head, "Is there something wrong with that god's mountain range again? Didn't Fourth Grandpa just come back some time ago?"
"Alas, these idiots will never stop for a moment!" Murong Bo cursed and wanted to explain a few words to his son. Unexpectedly, the little guy twisted his butt and said coquettishly: "I want to go too! I don't want to be alone.
At home, not only do I have to go by myself, I also have to take Ayu with me!"