Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 188: An Extraordinary Person?

Seeing this, Bao'er hurriedly moved her little hand back, and refused, "Grandpa doesn't need it, I also have plaster at home..."

The old man held Bao'er's chubby hand and blew on him before he finished speaking. Then he applied the ointment on him and said, "I'll apply it when you get home. Doesn't the wound hurt? Apply this ointment now, The wound will heal soon and it won't hurt anymore."

Shen Yingshu didn't disturb the interaction between the old man and Bao'er, and what the old man said was quite right, he had Jinchuang medicine at home, so he couldn't go home until evening.

Bao'er can definitely feel the pain, but this little guy has always been able to bear the pain, and he never told her about the pain.

When the old man in front of her opened the porcelain jar just now, she smelled the smell of herbs inside.

"Go and sit there," the old man said after painting Bao'er's hands, and wanted to help him paint the wound on his leg.

"I……"

Bao'er was always shy by nature, yes, the family made people even more shy to outsiders, so now he hesitated after hearing the old man's words.

Shen Yingshu also knew Bao'er's temperament, so she took the initiative and went to work: "Grandpa, Bao'er is rather shy, let me do it."

The old man glanced at Shen Yingshu, then at Bao'er: "That's fine, then you can come."

Sure enough, after being replaced by Shen Yingshu, Bao'er became much more relaxed. He sat on the stool honestly and asked Shen Yingshu to apply medicine to him.

The wound on the leg was bigger than the wound on the hand, and it was bloody. When pulling up the trousers, Shen Yingshu could vaguely hear Bao'er's painful voice.

Taking the white porcelain bottle from the old man's hand, she carefully applied the wound to Bao'er's leg as much as possible.

The old man didn't leave either, and just kept watching silently, his eyes fell on Bao'er, but he didn't keep staring at the wound, but looked up and down Bao'er, and the most eyes were on Bao'er's face.

The old man suddenly smiled and said, "So that's how it is, that's how it is."

"say what?"

Shen Yingshu had just applied the medicine on Bao'er, and before she had time to put the lid on, she heard the inexplicable words said by the old man.

Shen Yingshu frowned and asked: "Old man, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly?"

"It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself."

The old man waved his hand, looking indifferent.

"Your ointment, I really trouble you this time, thank you." Shen Yingshu didn't continue to ask, and returned the white porcelain bottle in her hand to the old man.

"It's okay, it's my fault after all."

As he said that, the old man took a step back, squatted down and looked like Bao'er with a smile, "Your son is destined for me, so I will give you this bottle of ointment."

"This, how can it work..."

Shen Yingshu immediately refused, she didn't lack the money to buy a bottle of golden sore medicine, how could she take other people's things casually.

"Just hold it, you may use it in the future. It would be bad if this little guy's white, tender and delicate skin leaves scars."

After the old man finished speaking leisurely, he took out a white bottle from his clothes and handed it to Shen Yingshu.

"This is?"

Shen Yingshu asked curiously.

I didn't notice it before, but now when Shen Yingshu looks at this old man, he always feels a bit like those otherworldly experts on TV. There is always something wrong with what he said, which makes people puzzled, but also feels very reasonable .

The old man's always happy face was serious for a moment, and after urging Shen Yingshu to take the ointment, he said suicidally, "This, this is also a medicine, and it is a life-saving elixir. I hope this little...you won't need it."

"I'm too embarrassed to take this thing from you, or else you tell me how much your golden sore medicine and this elixir cost, and I'll buy it?"

Shen Yingshu had the nerve to take two bottles of pills from the old man for no reason.

Moreover, it is so easy to meet such an expert, and he met him by such a coincidence, maybe this old man just has good intentions.

Judging by the clothes the old man was wearing, maybe the family didn't have much money, so she was even more embarrassed to take the old man's things.

"As I said just now, meeting is fate, so take this as my meeting gift to you."

After the old man finished saying this, before Shen Yingshu could reply, he left in a chic manner.

With two white porcelain bottles in her hands, Shen Yingshu stood there inexplicably.

Forget it, no matter whether this old man is a worldly expert or just a kind old man, I should not let him down.

If there is fate, she will thank him properly when we meet next time.

Shen Yingshu shifted her gaze to Bao'er, and asked in a worried tone: "Bao'er, how do you feel about your legs? Can you still walk?"

Bao'er moved her legs tentatively: "I'm fine, I'm much better, and the pain is gone."

"real or fake?"

Shen Yingshu couldn't believe it, the wound she encountered just now, the worst such a big wound was still dangling in front of her, how could it not hurt anymore.

Bao'er blinked her big eyes: "It really doesn't hurt much, mother, after my mother applied the ointment to me just now, I felt a cold and numb feeling on my legs, and my legs didn't hurt much."

Shen Yingshu saw that Bao'er really didn't have the slightest expression of pain on his face, it was completely different from the little guy's face full of pain just now,
But now it's been less than 5 minutes since she applied the ointment to the little guy. Even the high-grade golden sore medicine in the pharmacy doesn't work so quickly. Could it be that the old man is really a master?

"It doesn't matter if the wound on the leg doesn't hurt anymore, mother will carry you to the theater."

Although the wound doesn't hurt anymore, the scar is still there. If you walk all the way, the wound will inevitably recover slowly.

Bao'er hurriedly refused, "No need, mother, I can go by myself."

He is three and a half years old, and he is a big kid. When he went up the mountain before, he didn't let his mother hug him or carry him on his back. What's wrong, he let his mother hug him all the time because of such a small wound on his leg.

He is a man!

Shen Yingshu directly vetoed his words, and said with a serious face: "No, the bleeding on your leg has finally stopped, what should you do if it cracks again after you move? Listen to mother, otherwise mother will not be able to do it in the next few days." I'm taking you to the theater to watch a play."

"Ah! Then... well then, I'll trouble you, mother."

Bao'er hesitated for a while, but she still couldn't resist the enthusiasm in her heart that she wanted to watch the play.

And what mother said was right, although his leg didn't hurt anymore, but if he insisted on walking all the way, the wound he managed to stop would definitely bleed again.

Shen Yingshu nodded in satisfaction, and opened her arms to Bao'er: "That's right, can there be anything wrong with listening to your mother and me?"

Bao'er hesitated for a moment in her mother's embrace,
"what happened?"

"Mother, can you... don't hug, can you carry it on your back?"

(End of this chapter)