After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 30
Old man Fu lives in a small single room at the far end of the backyard. The room is not big enough to accommodate a bed and a small table, but it is very tidy here. There are no cabinets in the room, so old man Fu folds his clothes neatly Put them together, put them beside the bed, cover them with a tarpaulin, and use two wooden sticks under the clothes to keep them out of moisture.

The small table seems to be old for a long time, the wood is a little loose, the table legs seem to be broken, but a new one has been reattached, there is a small teapot on the table, and the matching teacups beside the teapot are all clean of.

Old man Fu was sitting on the edge of the table, coughing, and patching his clothes with a needle and thread.

Seeing Song Gege and Wu Ling coming, old man Fu was obviously very nervous.

He quickly got up and knelt down, and saluted: "Greetings to the two masters~"

In fact, old man Fu has not been out and about for a long time, and he does not know the newcomers in the mansion, but he can tell from the appearance of Song Gege and Wu Ling that these are two noble masters.

Wu Ling frowned at this time, because when the old man Fu greeted him just now, his voice was so hoarse that it could no longer be hoarse. This voice was like the sound of chalk scratching on a blackboard. It was difficult and hoarse. It's usually hard to squeeze out. After coughing for more than 20 years, my throat has long been abolished.

Song Gege said to old man Fu: "I am Song Gege from Xinuan Pavilion, this is Wu Gege from Xiaoyu Pavilion, old man Fu, Wu Gege is here to treat you."

"This...slave can't bear it!" Old man Fu knelt down, clasped his hands tremblingly: "You two, this slave is an old bone, it's not worth it..."

When the last word was said, old man Fu's voice was already speechless.

Wu Ling's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

If it wasn't for Liu Chuanqing, Wu Ling wouldn't even know that there was such a miserable person hiding in this mansion.

Wu Ling turned his head and said to Song Gege who was behind him: "Sister Song, I want to show old man Fu a look at this tuberculosis, you go out first."

"Seeing a doctor...Are you still afraid of being watched?" Song Gege's tone was a little joking, but she still took Liu'er back out.

After that, Wu Ling asked Fat Fu to go out to watch the door, leaving only purple branches in the house.

Wu Ling first handed Old Man Fu a cup of tea dripped with floral dew. After Old Man Fu drank it, his throat improved significantly.

Afterwards, Wu Ling asked old man Fu about some basic illnesses, which was similar to what Song Gege told her before. During the conversation, Wu Ling found that old man Fu is a very lively and optimistic person. Even if he is seriously ill, he can still talk to Wu Ling Make lighthearted jokes.

After chatting for a while, Wu Ling wrote a prescription for nourishing the lungs and relieving cough, and asked Zizhi to take it to the pharmacy to get the medicine, but the contents of the prescription should not be seen by anyone.

Because Zi Zhi had been following Wu Ling to help Madam Su in the pharmacy before, Madam Su was very talkative. Hearing that Wu Ling asked Zi Zhi to get the medicine, Mammy Su readily asked Zi Zhi to catch it by herself.

Wu Ling wants this prescription to be kept secret, not because there is anything magical about this prescription, on the contrary, the prescription that Wu Ling can prescribe, other doctors can also prescribe, but if it is such an ordinary prescription, it will If old man Fu's illness is cured, it will be suspicious, won't it?

After doing this, Wu Ling will leave.

But old man Fu was puzzled, Wu Ling didn't even get his pulse, and after only asking a few words, he prescribed the medicine, and after drinking the medicine, his illness really improved, could it be... Could it be this little boy Master, is he really a miracle doctor?

From then on, old man Fu admired Wu Ling all over.

Old man Fu drank the lung-clearing decoction mixed with flower dew for seven days, and his condition has improved somewhat, but after all, old man Fu’s disease has been rooted in his body for more than 20 years, and it is difficult to completely cure it just by drinking the flower dew produced by Huadian. OK

What old man Fu urgently needs now is a major "surgery".

Flower dew is condensed from flower tin, flower dew is the daughter body, and flower tin is the mother body. This is like, one is a health product and the other is a medicine.

If you want to cure stubborn tuberculosis, you need medicine.

. . . . . .

On this day, a bowl of calming soup made old man Fu sleep soundly.

Wu Ling asked Fat Fu to guard outside the old man's door, but still kept the purple branch in the house.

Zizhi was a little worried: "Princess, Mr. Wu once said that flower dew is naturally condensed from the parent body of flower tin. Using flower dew will not harm the princess herself, but flower tin is the mother body. If you use flower tin, your princess The body... will also suffer losses."

"Don't be afraid." Wu Ling comforted Zizhi: "My loss will be remedied slowly, but old man Fu...his illness cannot be reversed automatically..."

Then Wu Ling said to Zi Zhi: "Give me old man Fu's hand..."

Old man Fu's hands were rough and full of scars.

He once said that the fourth master took him in, and he was very grateful, but he was sick and couldn't do heavy work, so he learned to be a female worker from the women in the backyard. care.

He was able to contribute a little to the mansion, and he was very happy and satisfied.

At this time, Wu Ling took old man Fu's hand.

Without any explanation, Wu Ling's forehead was stuck on it.The moment the flower tin on the forehead met the old man Fu, the golden light of the flower tin suddenly appeared, and the fine golden light flowed slowly along the old man's arm like gold sand, and flowed into his chest and into the whole heart.

It was the first time for Wu Ling to use the power of Huadian on such a large scale. She was very unfamiliar. She was surprised to find that when the Huadian on her forehead touched Old Man Fu, she seemed to be able to vaguely feel the blood in Old Man Fu's body. state.

She could feel that old man Fu's lungs were riddled with holes, and the golden light emitted by her flowers was slowly repairing his sick spots.

The sunset is slanted, and a beam of afterglow gradually rises in the small house. As time goes by, this beam of light slowly moves from one side of the house to the other side of the house.

Wu Ling's head was covered with fine beads of sweat, Zi Zhi didn't dare to disturb Wu Ling, she was on the side, holding a handkerchief to help Wu Ling wipe it carefully.

It wasn't until the snow-white veil was soaked in sweat that Wu Ling suddenly got up.

Call ~
Wu Ling felt a little dizzy due to raising his head too much, and almost collapsed on the ground, Zi Zhi hurried to help: "Princess, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wu Ling shook his head, "It's just a little tired."

Zizhi was very distressed: "Princess, let's go back and rest."

Looking at the old man Fu who was still sleeping soundly, he would wake up in about half an hour, and his illness was cured.

Wu Ling nodded: "Let Xiao Zhuozi bring the sedan chair over here, and besides, let Fat Fu wait here for old man Fu. Zizhi, you go to the prescription to prescribe the medicine. Old man Fu still needs medicine to fill up..."

After arranging everything properly, Wu Ling returned to Xiaoyu Pavilion with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)