My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 76 Open him up!

Although Yin Hang spoke to himself with this kind and gentle demeanor, Yu Yu did have the urge to get close to him.

But the strong sense of disobedience emanating from it as a whole still made her vigilant.

"Aren't you the senior?"

"You don't have to care about who I am," Yin Hang gently twitched his non-existent beard, and said with a kind smile, "After today, the world will remember."

Yu Yu stared at this weird Yin Hang closely and asked, "Then... where did the senior go!"

"He needs to fulfill his mission, which is his responsibility and test." Yin Hang said with a faint smile: "However, I have no intention of occupying this body, I just left him 23 books on medical theory. Come back when you're done."

After Yin Hang finished speaking, he stared at the dilapidated bed with a slightly sad gaze: "But, I also need to complete my mission."

Yu Yu followed Yin Hang's gaze and looked over with some doubts, but then covered her mouth in shock.

Lying on that bed was an... an indescribable girl, her skin was like a punctured balloon, wrinkled and wrapped around a skeleton, and the skeleton was as thin as a brittle branch, and some parts had even been broken into knots.

Yin Hang frowned and said: "According to the contract, I wanted to save this woman directly, but the subconscious mind of this body has such a special feeling for this woman that I can't hold it steady, so I need others to help me a little bit. "

Yu Yu froze in place, turned her head to the side and her arms trembled slightly, not daring to look directly at the girl lying on the bed.

Could she be...the senior's wife?
How...how did it become like this?
"Then...then what should I do?" Yu Yu looked at the girl who was almost out of breath, and suddenly asked at a loss.

"Don't worry too much, just leave it to the old man."

Yin Hang asked Yu Yu to stand beside An Tong's bed, and told her to close her eyes, and then he gently placed his right hand on her back.

Then the light green aura overflowed like mist and soaked into Yu Yu's body.

"Mafeisan..." Yin Hang read softly.

After a while, Yu Yu's expression seemed to be falling asleep, but her left and right hands were raised slightly, and the green light on the arm was transformed into a medical device formed by the condensed spiritual energy out of thin air.

"Facing such a small knife wound, there is nothing to do... For this era, it is a blessing."

After the aura burst out, Yin Hang, who became more benevolent, didn't care about the injury at all. Under the influence of some memories, he murmured:
"Then hurry up. Before that child comes back, I still want to learn some medical principles in this world."

"Blood type, sterility, anatomy, antibiotics..."

"Very good, very good."

The real Yin Hang followed the child into this ancient town, walked through a loess road, and stood in front of a wooden building.

After entering, the inside is not as quaint, refined and elegant as Yin Hang imagined.

On the contrary, these wooden buildings seem to be severely corroded by the tide, because there is no paint, and the ordinary wood used is not good-looking, even a little crooked, and some furniture is also very old. The cheap homestays are barren, and it always feels like entering a low house in the countryside to raise livestock.

Going further in, it suddenly became clear that a wide hall appeared in front of him, and it was filled with a strong smell of herbs. There were two medicine cabinets with the height of a person near the wall. The wooden signs are neatly arranged.

"This is my teacher's pharmacy. It's a place where I teach some students and open clinics." After the child brought Yin Hang in, he said directly, "My teacher didn't want to talk to you, but you mentioned that my teacher was tortured to death by that eunuch." , I was really moved."

"However, the real history has long been turned into loess and dispersed with the wind. These are just the traces and memories left in the long river of history, and have nothing to do with the eunuch." After the child glanced at Yin Hang, He snorted and said, "But fortunately, there are still people in this world who can remember."

"Excuse me, where is Lingshi now?" Yin Hang looked around for a while, then said in a begging tone: "My wife is in urgent need of medical treatment."

Yin Hang remembered that before he passed out, he was indeed calling for Hua Tuo's inheritance.

Is it related to the ability to pass on to this place now?
Or is it that he is dying and these are just dying dreams?

What about An Tong...

"Isn't this already here?" The child pointed at Yin Hang with his immature fingers, and then bowed: "I have seen the teacher."

Yin Hang was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he realize that something was wrong with him. He looked down at his hand, which was wrinkled like an old man, and when he touched his chin lightly, it turned out to be a white beard that reached his chest.

"My teacher is kind-hearted, and has gone to save people according to the contract you made. With my teacher's medical skills, there is no need to worry."

"Of course, my teacher doesn't bother to occupy your body. He just seeks medical treatment all his life and wants to see what the future generations will be like."

"But my teacher also instructed me."

"Since you have come here, you have to learn something before going back, otherwise, what is the legacy of the family teacher?"

After the child finished speaking, without giving Yin Hang time to understand, he went straight to a room on the left, stood on tiptoe, lifted the curtain, and said with a snort, "In this room, there are three volumes of 760, books and annotations. Xiaoji, you can go back after you recite it."

Yin Hang looked around and found that there were four bookshelves inside, filled with densely packed books that were so heavy that the wooden bookshelves were bent.

"Of course, if you are stupid," the child put down the door curtain, walked back to the medicine cabinet, opened a drawer without a wooden sign, took out a ball from it, put it on the counter with a bang, and said, "Take this one." It is also possible to grind the pills into powder."

Listening to the dull sound, Yin Hang always felt that something was wrong.

"My teacher is very tolerant. As long as you can learn something, you will be allowed to go back." The child hugged his chest and said, "Of course, although the teacher didn't mention it, if you have real talents and practical learning, you can write a book about it." Books, medical knowledge is not inferior to the family teacher, you can naturally fight to get it back."

"I suggest..." The child paused for a moment, then waved his little milk hand and said, "It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want."

"Of course, this is also a way to verify your compatibility with Hua Tuo's inheritance."

"Furthermore—"

When the child said this, he lowered his head and chuckled, then clapped his hands, and the whole room was instantly shattered like smoke, and a bloody smell rushed straight to Yin Hang's face.

He was in the battlefield in an instant, and in a trance, the sound of fighting was deafening, the smoke from the flames filled the air, and several soldiers in heavy armor sat on tall horses, forcing him to move forward.

And in front of him, in the big tent with the military flag of Wei, a man sitting on the bed who was a little haggard, but still burly, exuding extremely terrifying coercion, was using his pair of tiger eyes to die. Stare at yourself.

Snapped--

After the child clapped his hands again, Yin Hang, who was almost suffocated, returned to the pharmacy.

"If you can convince that eunuch to open his head with a ladle and cure his head disease..." The child poked his own little head and said, "Then you are a perfect fit, and you can rewrite the remaining Conceptual forms in history."

"Hua Tuo cured Cao Cao... Although Cao Cao will still die on time under the restoration of history, Hua Tuo's records will change, and the inheritance you can inherit will also undergo qualitative changes."

"But no one can do it."

After Yin Hang silently listened to the child's eloquent speech, he couldn't help asking: "I have a question, who are you?"

"Me?" The child laughed in a childish voice: "I am a student of Hua Tuo, a person who has never been recorded in history books, and will not be passed on by word of mouth, but what I have done is still in this world. It’s just an ordinary person who has left a memory and trace.”

(End of this chapter)