The concubine is absolutely stunning

Chapter 292: Sickness and Disaster (2)

"Father, don't say such unlucky words!" Qiao Yu wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeves, and looked at Bai Ye: "Just please take care of my father for me first, I will go to the city to ask for a doctor!"

"Qiao Yu, wait a minute." Bai Ye called to him, took out two gold tickets from the money bag and put them in his palm: "Here, take the money, find the best doctor, and buy some light hot porridge on the way back .”

Qiao Yu held the golden ticket firmly, and looked at her moved and determined: "Thank you, I will definitely return the money to you!"

Bai Ye didn't refuse, but nodded, "Hurry up."

After Qiao Yu left, Bai Ye closed the door and sat next to Father Qiao, who was also looking at him suspiciously.

"Uncle, I'm Qiao Yu's friend Bai Luo, and I'm also at Sheng Ying College."

Bai Ye took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his palms for him, but he didn't take the elixir for him immediately, planning to observe the symptoms again.

At this moment, it was already difficult for Father Qiao to speak, and he kept uttering out of tune syllables from his throat.

Bai Ye could feel the strong sense of gratitude from his eyes, and lightly patted his hand that was hanging by his side. After working hard every day, over time, his hand was already covered with thick calluses. Although it was dark and rough, it was It made Bai Ye feel extremely at ease, and thought of Xiao Jingtian who had passed away.

Father Qiao blinked at her, and just about to speak, unexpectedly foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and fell into a dizziness.

Only then did Bai Ye quickly take out a precious sixth-level nine-turn pill from the space ring, and then felt his pulse, opened his eyelids to examine carefully, wiped off the white foam around his mouth with a handkerchief, without any disgust He leaned up to his nose and sniffed.

Dizziness, vomiting, slurred speech.

Judging from the pulse and symptoms, it was a stroke plus a cold, but his pulse was only cold and floating, but not the floating and slow pulse that a stroke should have.

Ten percent of the absorbed six-level nine-turn pill can cure all kinds of diseases as long as one does not lose one's breath. This is also the most amazing thing about alchemists.

After a while, Qiao Fu began to sweat. Because he was old, he could only excrete the crux of the body through sweat, and his clothes and thin quilt were wet.

Bai Ye took off the cloak on his body and covered him until his frowning brows relaxed, his eyes moved lightly, showing signs of waking up.

Father Qiao opened his eyes dimly, feeling the sticky wetness all over his body: "This...what's going on?"

"Uncle Qiao, how do you feel?" Bai Ye asked with concern.

Only then did Father Qiao come to his senses. Although he still had no strength in his whole body, his whole body felt much more comfortable. The heaviness that he was about to sleep to death was lessened, and his painful illnesses seemed to have disappeared suddenly.

"I, am I dreaming?"

Bai Ye smiled, shook his head and said, "No, but I still have to stay in bed for a while, otherwise the cold will hit my bones and it will recur."

Fortunately, they arrived in time, if it was a moment later, even the Jiuzhuan Pill would not be able to recover.

"Yes, thank you benefactor..." Father Qiao was just like Qiao Yu, giving off a very simple and honest feeling.

"You don't have to be polite to me, just call me Bai Luo." Bai Ye suddenly thought of his strange pulse, and continued to ask: "Uncle, before your accident, did you ask the doctor to see a doctor or take medicine? "

"We don't have any money, so how can we hire a doctor?" Father Qiao was in good spirits, and he smiled foolishly. As expected, they were father and son, and the smiles were exactly the same.

"Oh, yes!" He patted his head quickly, and looked at Bai Ye: "There is a little girl who has seen a doctor for me and sent me some medicine."

(End of this chapter)