The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

"Open the door! Open the door

Wen Ruolan turned over and got up and went out in clothes.

Outside the door, the carriage stopped at the door. Li Changping rushed over and grabbed Wen Ruolan's hand: "help

Wen Ruolan didn't expect to come so fast. She threw away Li Changping's hand and ran to the carriage.

The crying inside was miserable.

When the curtain was lifted, the two lanterns in the carriage shone brightly. A thin woman half held a blue faced young man, whose lips were blue and his eyelids were black.

He reached out and tried to breathe. Wen Ruolan said in a deep voice: "don't cry, hold people down."

Li Changping came over and got out of the carriage with Xu Yifeng in his arms. Li Xiulian stumbled up.

Wen Ruolan trotted into the room and took the silver needle: "face down, holding, bring the lantern in."

Li Changping did so, and the coachman brought in the lantern.

Wen Ruolan was holding a silver needle in his hand. Yifeng acupoint was slowly needling. He pressed Renzhong acupoint with his other hand and raised his head: "break off his mouth and stimulate his throat with his plumes."

Two minutes later, Xu Yifeng vomited a big mouthful of sticky phlegm, which finally came up.

Wen Ruolan is already sweating on his forehead. He was in a critical condition just now. If he hadn't been rescued in time, he would have been finished.

"Lay it flat." Wen Ruolan said, took off the silver needle, washed his hands and began to stimulate the acupoints. From the top of his head, he began to massage the Baihui acupoint, and then he used the silver needle to stimulate Zusanli to fill his Yang Qi.

It took Wen Ruolan nearly a year to wipe the sweat on his forehead and look at the two people Li Changping brought.

"Li Xiulian?"

Li Xiulian half kneels beside her son, tears such as broken pearls, she thought everything was over, but did not expect that her son really survived, heard Wen Ruolan call his name, raised her head: "great kindness, no thanks."

Wen Ruolan grinned bitterly, where does Yan Xie need? But Xu Chaozhong's son is really not an ordinary hostage. It's very difficult to exchange him for his family's safety.

"There's a straw shed over there. Please stay here. It's fine tonight." Wen Ruolan said, a person went to the kitchen, almost ran out of medicinal materials, in front of this Xu Yifeng's disease has not been a final conclusion, so it is difficult for her.

"Miss Wen." Li Xiulian came in with a small cloth bag in her hand: "this is the life renewal medicine given by manager Xue of Ning'an hall."

Wen Ruolan took it over and opened the cloth bag. In addition to a few deer antler pieces, there were ginseng and porcelain bottles. She poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle and smelled it carefully. She had an idea in her heart: "put these here first."

"Miss Wen." Li Xiulian wants to talk but stops.

Wen Ruolan waved his hand: "there will be no selfish thoughts in treating patients and saving people. My wife still takes care of the young master. There is no need to worry about it."

Li Xiulian sighed and turned to leave.

The sky was gray. Wen Ruolan went into the mountain with a basket. The dew was heavy in the morning. Before he went far, the dew was wet to his knees. He cut the thorns with a dagger and looked for herbs carefully.

There is no doubt that Xu Yifeng is suffering from lung disease, but the lung disease has been going on for many years, and his heart is not good, so he uses deer heart. Wen Ruolan shakes his head and says to himself, "it's a pity that shopkeeper Xue doesn't know what extreme things mean."

Deer heart tonic, deer antler is also the case, but lung disease leads to yin deficiency, where can withstand such a tonic method?

When Wen Ruolan was looking for medicine carefully, he didn't find two people walking down from the top of the mountain. They were very fast, and there was no trace of being wet by dew.

"Why? Is that her Luo fan stops and makes a sound.

"Is she the one who treats Wuyi?" Dongfang Yi hears a lot of Luo fan's nagging along the way and looks at the woman not far away indifferently.

Luo fan immediately hung his head: "Ninth master, this is a strange woman."

Dongfang Yi's eyes are thin and cool. He sweeps the unknown Wen Ruolan and goes down the mountain.

Luo fan originally wanted to talk about Wen Ruolan's ruthlessness, but he was choked to tears, so he had to keep up.

Flower shadowless looking into the two people, a few steps to kneel down on one knee: "see nine kings."

Dongfang Yi walks slowly, looks up and down, and enters the thatched cottage without a shadow. His eyes sweep around again and fall on the roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves on the table. He sits quietly on the stool.

Flower shadowless come over, this time is double knee genuflect ground: "subordinate is incompetent, leave at the disposal of nine kings."

"Tea." When Dongfang Yi finishes speaking, he half drops his eyes to see the flower without shadow. Next to him, Luo fan pinches a handful of sweat for the flower without shadow and puts the tea in Dongfang Yi's hand.

Standing aside, he muttered in his heart that he shouldn't. The Ninth king knew that Hua Wuying was coming all the time. He was tired of two fast horses all the way.

But as soon as we meet, how much does it mean to show such an honor? You should know that although there were differences between the three people in the past, there were no brothers in private, right?

Luo fan is frightened. He looks up at Dongfang Yi with more fear in his eyes.

"Corpse poison." Dongfang Yi doesn't have any expression on his face, spits out two words, sips a cup of tea, raises his hand and rubs his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Hua Wuying was poisoned by the corpse, and he didn't expect that the woman on the mountain who just glanced at him could be cured.

Hua Wuying hung his head: "I don't know what poison it is. I was ambushed on my way back from southern regions. I've been trapped at the foot of Qishan mountain for four years. I failed my mission. I have no face to see you."

"Well." Dongfang Yi slowly gets up and moves very slowly. But before Luo fan reacts, Hua Wuying flies out. Dongfang Yi doesn't move and Hua Wuying's mouth bleeds. Luo fan doesn't have time to react and flies out to help Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying pushes Luo fan away and kneels down again.

"Come in." Dongfang Yi standing in the room makes a sound.

Hua Wuying got up and walked in with some shaking steps. He turned over and knelt down. A folding fan appeared in his throat, which made him unable to kneel down and could only stand firm.

"Back to the house." Dongfang Yi is about to go out.

"Jiuye, my subordinates can't go." Hua Wuying pursed her lips: "I haven't paid back for saving my life. My subordinates need to stay here for a month. After a month, I will go back to the palace and let it be dealt with."

Dongfang Yi slowly turns back, with some exploration between his eyes: "the woman who collects herbs?"

"Yes." Flower shadowless still need to say.

"She can't come back." Dongfang Yi is very clear that there is a dark cliff in the direction of the woman's walking. If it's right, she should have fallen to death.

As soon as the words fall, Hua Wuying rushes out. This is a surprise to Dongfang Yi. After watching Hua Wuying rise and fall several times, he falls to the ground and his eyebrows are twisted into a knot.

"Sir, please forgive me." Luo fan stamped his feet, carried the faint flower shadowless back to the hut, took out the pill and put it in his mouth.

"Red pink skeleton, let him die." Dongfang Yi snorts and leaves the hut.

Luo fan saw that the master had gone, and then he saw the flowers without a shadow. Yu Zu sighed. How could he feel that this time when he saw the nine kings, he had changed?