The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan, with a sad smile, raised her eyebrows: "to be a hero? Feng Lingtian, you are trying to find me an unknown woman. She has already depreciated herself. Do you want to show off her tongue

"What's more, although I'm poor, I'm also a member of the Dayan kingdom. What do you think the consequences of Prince Cangwu's murder on the land of Dayan kingdom will be?"

Wen Ruolan pursed her lips: "you're looking for Tan Junyan. It's a pity that Tan Junyan is my wine maker. Have you found him? Do you think that I have a relationship with King Rui of Dayan Kingdom, so you want to find me, not to have a relationship with King Rui? Feng Lingtian, don't forget that all the women in the world want to be worthy of your husband. If King Rui thinks highly of me, why should I make a living in another country? "

Feng Lingtian's eyebrows trembled, and she had the feeling of riding a tiger.

"I don't know anything else. I've never been afraid of anyone in business. I'm just good at being a businessman in Cangwu country. But if you want to be a master, it depends on whether I recognize you or not. A man who can't be aboveboard can't be an ally."

"In that case, let's talk about the terms." Feng Lingtian makes a sound.

Wen Ruolan looked down at the distance one foot in front of her feet: "talk about the conditions?"

A little pause, looked up: "wanhualou is the most eye-catching, I wait for your news."

"Oh, you know a lot." Feng Lingtian turned around: "as you wish."

"I will give you a message in the shortest time." Wen Ruolan did not talk nonsense, turned to the room, the door slammed.

Feng Lingtian raised her hand and touched her chin: "lieyun, this woman is very likable."

What's the use of liking? He never wanted to hunt clouds. Looking at a gentle woman, he was just like the strongest horse on the grassland.

"Let's go back to the present." Feng Lingtian leaves with hunting cloud.

Wen Ruolan at the window turned around and looked at Hua Wuyi: "has something really happened to him?"

Hua Wuying nodded: "people have not found, but it should be nearby."

Wen Ruolan's heart fell to the bottom and closed her eyes: "I'll bandage your wound and find it as soon as possible. If it's too late, I'm afraid it's worse."

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door. Wen Ruolan gave Hua Wuying a look, pushed the door open and went out: "who is that?"

"It's me, Dabao." Dabao was so scared that his voice trembled.

Wen Ruolan quickly opened the door: "what's the matter, Dabao?"

"My father picked up, picked up, picked up a person, that person is dying, he vaguely called the teacher your name, mother said, afraid of acquaintances, let me..."

Before Dabao's words were finished, Wen Ruolan had already trotted to Chen's home.

When Mrs. Chen saw Wen Ruolan, she rushed to meet her: "don't worry, the man is in the room."

Legs are soft, Wen Ruolan pursed lips: "sister-in-law Chen, I'll go in and have a look."

Mrs. Chen nodded and looked at Wen Ruolan with pity. She called elder brother Chen away when she came in.

The man lying on the Kang is covered with blood, an arm is hanging strangely beside him, his closed eyes and pale lips are not Dongfang Yi or who?

Wen Ruolan approaches and touches Dongfang Yi's forehead. It's very hot.

"If... LAN."

Ambiguous voice, just these two words, Wen Ruolan's tears fell instantly: "I'm here, Dongfang Yi, I'm here."

Hua Wuying also follows. Wen Ruolan asks Hua Wuying to take Dongfang Yi home. After thanking Chen Jiafu himself, he comes back to the room. Wen Ruolan washes the soft cloth and comes to Dongfang Yi. He carefully cleans the blood on his face and arms. After cleaning, he takes the scissors and carefully cuts his cotton padded robe from his sleeve. The middle coat is also stained with blood, Wounds of different sizes are shocking.

Hand a shake, quickly took the scissors from the side, soft cloth dipped in liquor: "bear a little, want to disinfect."

On the Kang, the comatose Dongfang Yi has no reaction at all. Even if the strong liquor drips on the wound, people are quiet and chilling.

From his arms to his chest and back, Wen Ruolan cleaned up the wound, sprinkled the medicine, and then bandaged it. After all this, everyone was soaked with sweat. He sat beside him and looked at Dongfang Yi's frown. He sighed softly: "you are really naive. Don't you agree to let me go?"

Where there will be an answer, she leaned against the wall and quietly closed her eyes.

Hua Wuying takes back Dongfang Yi's arm and stands beside him: "Ruolan, why don't you go back to live in town?"

Wen Ruolan shakes his head. At this time, Dongfang Yi can't stand the toss. On the one hand, if a living man runs out, the prince will send more people to assassinate him. Relatively speaking, the village is safe.

The night is deep, the flowers outside the small village are shadowless, the voice is not high, but the words are murderous: "all the people who live in the town will not stay!"

Those who received the order dispersed, and the shadows disappeared in the snow.

Back at wenruolan's home, Hua Wuying saw wenruolan coming out with hot water and a soft cloth stained with blood on the wooden basin.

"How are you?"

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "I don't know yet. Maybe it will be ok if I can survive this evening."

Flower shadowless hand suddenly clenched into a fist, stood aside in silence. On this night, Wen Ruolan was guarding Dongfang Yi. Hua Wuying was outside the door. Until dawn, Wen Ruolan walked out of the room.

"Brother, there are no clothes for him here. You can buy some for me." When Wen Ruolan came in with hot water, he stopped and said something.

Hua Wuying nodded and went out.

Entering the room, Wen Ruolan took off her shoes and went to the Kang. She was too injured to use a silver needle, so she had to do it. Looking at his quiet appearance, Wen Ruolan pulled a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth: "I can't avoid you."

At this time, Dongfang Yi is in a daze. What he replays in his mind is the picture when he is ambushed. Those people are like locusts, and he is a little exhausted.

Before he was in a coma, he heard the voice of Hua Wuying, and then he fell into the darkness, just like he had been at the foot of Qishan in his previous life. What's different is that he came here alone. All his people are still alive, but he didn't want to die! Knowing that once he falls down, everyone will be uprooted, he is not willing to make the same mistake again.

"I can't avoid you." This sentence floats to the ear, and Dongfang Yi's heart hurts. It's her voice. Where have you been?

In the dark, he desperately wanted to find out where the sound came from, but there was nothing else except the dark, and he tried his best to find nothing.

One day later, in the middle of the night, Wen Ruolan turned on the wick and tried his temperature: "if you don't have a high fever tonight, you can break through the gate of hell."

The person lying in front of her still doesn't respond. She reaches for Dongfang Yi's wrist and feels her pulse carefully.

The pulse condition is very weak, Yang Qi is insufficient, but fortunately it is still stable, as long as the wound does not deteriorate.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruolan quickly puts on her shoes and goes out to the corner of the yard with a wooden basin to bring back a large basin of snow. She takes out the sheepskin bag for wine and shoves the snow in. Then she finds all the cans that can hold snow at home and puts a soft cloth on the biggest wound on Dongfang Yi's chest. The sheepskin bag slowly presses up.

Dongfang Yi's eyelids quiver slightly, but Wen Ruolan doesn't see them.