Yu Jun

Tang Baitie forced Wu Jin to sit down, put on Wu Jin's left hand, and looked for the pulse with concentration. After checking, he frowning, and put on his right hand, frowning even deeper.

Wu Jin looked anxiously, thinking that she was suddenly seriously ill, so she couldn't help but frown along with him, and when Tang Baitie withdrew her hand, she said, "Doctor Tang, am I not well?"

Tang Baitie waved his hand: "It's okay."

"All right?" Seeing his appearance, Wu Jin didn't believe her, and said cautiously, "If something happens, you don't need to hide it from me. I'm the one who decides in my family. My parents have worked so hard, so I don't dare to worry them anymore."

Tang Baitie picked up the book: "To tell you the truth, I'm really fine, but I've been stagnant recently, and no one has asked me to see a doctor. I'm very disappointed to see that you're not sick."

Wu Jin made a false alarm and felt relieved, but Tang Baitie's back was frightened, and he couldn't help but said: "Doctor Tang, I once read Yang Quan's words that 'doctors should not be trusted unless they are benevolent; if they are not smart, answer You can't let it go, you can't be trusted unless you are honest and honest', your actions are not considered acts of benevolence, how can you make patients trust each other."

Tang Baitie was eager to make progress recently, he was in a maze, he only hoped that everyone was sick, and every disease was intractable, Li Yitie saw that he was restless, so he deliberately refused to let him go to the doctor, and only let him read in the pharmacy.

When he was irritable, he heard Wu Jin's blunt words, and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered that when he first came to Li Yitie's door, Li Yitie had asked him to recite the words of the medicine king: "Doctors, there is no desire, no need, the first thing to do." With a heart of great compassion and compassion, I vow to save the suffering of all living beings.”

However, in recent days, he has completely lost his great compassion and compassion, and only blindly hopes that people will get sick, which is like losing the foundation of a doctor.

He stood up and bowed to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, thank you for pointing the way."

Wu Jin hurriedly got up and turned sideways to avoid the ceremony: "Don't dare to do it, it's the authorities who are obsessed with the bystanders."

Tang Baitie let go of his hand, and sat down again: "Are you going to buy insect medicine again?"

"No, it's cold, and my father's broken leg is always uncomfortable. I'm here to buy a box of plaster that I used last year."

Tang Baitie turned his head and shouted to a young man, "Ah Wan, get a box of Wanying Ointment for Wu Jin."

A little man hurriedly stood in front of the medicine cabinet and took out Wan Ying Ointment. Wu Jin thought that Wu's mother would always rub her knees whenever it was cloudy and rainy, so she told Xiao Lang about the symptoms. Before Xiao Lang could speak, Tang Baitie had already Loudly said: "I also use Wanying ointment, and I will give you a box."

Xiao Lang gave another box to Wu Jin, Wu Jin insisted on paying the money, put the ointment in his bosom, and said goodbye to Tang Baitie.

Tang Baitie watched him go out, saw the good wind brushing his sleeves, he walked towards the sun, his whole body was dyed with a layer of golden light, his eyes were clear and bright, it was warm to look at.

Looking away, Tang Baitie said secretly: "If this person is a doctor, he must be a good doctor."

After Wu Jin went out, she walked along the street all the way to Mo's Mansion. All the shops on the street were open, and the business was not as good as before.

He walked all the way to buy, and asked for ten scales of charcoal at the charcoal store, and asked the clerk to deliver it to his home. The clerk waited all morning, but he was the only customer who asked him if he wanted crushed charcoal.

He bought another scale of crushed charcoal - the price of charcoal this year is astonishingly expensive, and his parents are already saving, if he is not prepared at home, they are reluctant to buy it.

After buying charcoal, he picked hazelnuts, pine nuts, pear meat, hawthorn sticks, and steamed dates from the peddler's load. Weighed each one by a catty, asked the clerk to pack it carefully, and sent it home. He is both greedy and growing, so give him something good to eat.

After shopping, he went to Mo's house, entered the mountain residence, spread out the paper, studied the ink, and sat in front of the desk, wanting to write a New Year's list to Yin Bei.

Mo Lingfeng will go home to celebrate the New Year, and there is no one in charge of the house. When she comes back, and sees other people's family reunions, her place is deserted, and she will inevitably feel sad.

Before writing a single word, Yin Bei walked in and bowed to Wu Jin: "Master."

He was ordered to deliver worm tooth medicine and a letter to the fortress. Mo Lingfeng quickly replied to the letter after reading what Wu Jin had written about Wang Zhizhou. He had just returned with the letter.

The rough, empty, dusty, fleshy smell, without any modification, rushed straight to Wu Jin's nose like a spear.

"Does the Leaf tooth still hurt?"

Yin Bei shook his head: "It's ready, the girl brought you something."

He put the long box in his hand on the desk, and then quietly backed out.

Wu Jin took the wooden box to her body, opened the lid, and saw a snow-white long feather in the box.

He didn't know why, holding it in his hand, he just felt that this thick and hard feather should be the feather of a bird of prey.

There was also a letter in the box. He put down the unusual feather and opened the letter for a closer look.

"Wu Jin, you are so powerful, Wang Yunsheng is probably going to die of anger."

The first line of writing was fairly elegant, but the writing became more and more sloppy, and even the words became angry: "My tooth doesn't hurt anymore, but General Zhong doesn't allow Houying to give me sugar!"

After writing such an angry sentence, her anger calmed down. She said that when they were in Huaiyuan Village, the gold captives attacked, and she tricked Feng Fan to ask for sugar. Feng Fan went to the back camp and escaped.

So she proclaimed herself to be Feng Fan's nobleman, and Feng Fan would be able to gain popularity if he followed her. Feng Fan didn't believe it, but people often wandered around her.

She also said that when they fought back against the Jin captives, an eagle passed by with a long, white body. The Qiang people thought that the gods had descended, and they did not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

After the war, she picked up this white feather from a Qiang man, and specially asked Yin Bei to bring it back for Wu Jin to have a look at.

At the end of the letter, she said: "Wu Jin, this white eagle has brought us good luck. I just picked up this piece of feather and gave it to you. Let you also take a look at the white eagle. The yellow sand is thousands of miles away, the sun, the moon and the stars. In my eyes, and in yours."

Wu Jin put down the letter, looked at the white feather, and a snow-white eagle appeared in his mind, screaming at him without reservation.

In the corner of the study, he seems to see the green color of Hengshan slowly spreading, the yellow sand is bounded by mountains and rivers, rolling endlessly, the sun shines on people's eyes, and the wind blows on people's ears.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and they are never stingy with their beauty. No matter whether it is sprinkled with blood or tears, it is just an embellishment.

Mo Lingfeng watched this scene with him, the difference is that her battle armor is cold, and his blue shirt is elegant, and the wind on Hengshan blows towards the two of them together, blowing up the wide sleeves, like Fire, like clouds.

Putting down Bai Yu, he no longer replied to the letter, but took up a pen and wrote the word "Pao Zhan".

There are firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, so it will be more lively.

He frantically wrote this New Year's list, which was stinky, long and unlevel, and even fried melon seeds were written in it. At the end of the writing, when he saw the full sheet of paper, he couldn't help but laugh.

The master of Mo's house has few sons, but many servants, including aunts, his scrappy list of new year's goods is only enough for Lingfeng alone.

He changed the paper and began to write slowly again.