The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

When the carriage entered Wenjia village, many people immediately watched, and some children ran behind the carriage.

Horse, in the eyes of many people, is the object of the rich and noble family. Naturally, it is rare for Wenjia village.

A smart woman took her crazy child home, closed the door and lit the child's head: "give me a long eye, that's going to wenruolan's house, and you are not allowed to follow in the future!"

"Mother, I want to see the carriage." The children are reluctant.

The woman pulled the child and threw it into the house. She turned around and said, "can you see the bustle in front of the widow's door?"

In the carriage, Xu Yifeng lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside. Her face was much better. Li Xiulian, sitting next to him, was holding the cloth bag in her arms nervously.

"Feng'er, I heard that Wen Ruolan didn't know how to do medicine before."

Xu Yifeng moved his body, closed his eyes as if he could see her, and said in a deep voice: "mother, if there is no cure, don't say anything in vain. I will stay in Wenjia village in the future."

"Mother is afraid." Li Xiulian sighed. I'm afraid it's useless. For so many years, Wen Ruolan has said that she can cure the disease. All the other doctors are just saying that they should take good care of the general. She knows in her heart that it's nothing more than letting her live.

When the carriage arrived at the door, Li Changping got off and called.

Wen Ruolan came over, opened the door, let the carriage into the courtyard, and had a look at the two little maids behind. This battle is to stay forever.

"Miss Wen." When Li Xiulian got out of the carriage, she didn't give her maid any baggage in her hand. She came to Wen Ruolan and said, "this is the herbal medicine that the girl wants. There are many of them."

Wen Ruolan knew that he would find all the herbs, even the deer heart and antler. No matter how precious the herbs are, it's only a matter of time.

Then I opened it. The quality is very good. It seems that the rich people live a good life.

"Satisfied?" Li Xiulian whispered.

Wen Ruolan nodded: "the carriage will stop at the grass shed and help Mr. Xu down. I want to feel my pulse."

The two girls immediately went to help Xu Yifeng get out of the carriage, and Li Changping moved a stool next to him.

Wen Ruolan looks at Xu Yifeng's face. It's obvious that she hasn't been ill these days, and her complexion is better than last time.

After feeling the pulse, Wen Ruolan went to prepare the herbal medicine, and one of the green maid came: "girl, I'll come."

Wen Ruolan handed her the herbs in her hand: "can you cook medicine?"

"Yes, my maidservant's name is Angelica dahurica. I'll serve you here in the future. If you have any orders, just say so." The little girl is in a bun, with a clear face and a smart look.

After Wen Ruolan told her the taboo of boiling medicine, she went into the room and took out the silver needle.

Xuanfei Qi, strong heart pulse, daily noon line of acupuncture, medicine to repeatedly boil 77 49 days, condensed into pills, with pilose antler soaked in water delivery service.

Wen Ruolan knows that this is a long process, in which she needs not only cooperation, but also trust.

In the small courtyard in the afternoon to open up a wa vegetable field, looking for a long time in the mountains, found the mountain spinach, carefully serve.

On the seventh day, Li Xiulian had to go back to the county. The county master married a concubine again. Wen Ruolan looked at her coldly, wiping her tears behind Xu Yifeng's back, and turned back to the room without comfort.

In the evening, when the needle, two maid waiting beside the carriage.

Xu Yifeng only wore white satin pants, half kneeling on the soft couch. Wen Ruolan cleaned his hands with clean water, and needled with the light of the lantern. His expression was almost devout.

"You're a chic woman." Xu Yifeng drooped his eyelids. When he said this, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised a shallow radian: "there are still two months left. I'm 16 years old, right?"

As soon as Wen Ruolan shook his hand, he immediately took the silver needle and took a look at the man. Years of suffering made him too thin, but his body was well proportioned, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. If he could be cured, he would be a handsome man.

"You know a lot." Wen Ruolan calmed down and went on with the injection.

"Help me." Xu Yifeng refused to speak any more, and quietly recuperated his breath. He felt that his chest tightness was relieved, and that comfort relaxed his whole body.

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "not necessarily. Without waiting for the medicine to be taken, no one knows what the result will be." After the last stitch, he took two steps backward and put down the curtain. He sat on the brocade stool next to him, two people separated by a gauze curtain.

Xu Yifeng looked at her looming appearance behind the curtain, and the warmth in her eyes was deeper: "I believe you."

"Mr. Xu, it depends on the result. This prescription was taught by the old fairy I met, but I haven't used it." Wen Ruolan holds her knees and looks at the cypress incense burning in the censer beside her. When she was addicted to traditional Chinese medicine, she just heard from her friends that there was a strange old man in Fujian who had an immortal prescription in his hand and could treat the late stage of cor pulmonale that could not be cured at all. She went alone with her luggage and looked for it for two years.

She even doubted that it had been predestined for a long time. When he found the old man, he imparted it to her unreservedly. For the first time, he used it in the reborn world.

"So many secrets, you'll be tired."

When Xu Yifeng's words came, Wen Ruolan immediately restrained her mind, but she forgot that this person was too transparent, and other people's small emotions could not escape his eyes.

With a light smile, Xu Yifeng moved his stiff body a little: "I discussed with my mother to send Miss Wen a house. I don't know if I can accept it?"

Wen Ruolan looked up at his smiling face behind the curtain and refused: "thank you for your kindness. If you can cure this disease, Mr. Xu will remember to ask the county master not to embarrass me as a village girl."

"Are you just a village girl?" Xu Yifeng straightened his posture, knelt down and drooped his head: "I think it's just like the fairy in the sky coming down to earth."

Wen Ruolan "...!"

At the end of the night, they did not mention the house. Wen Ruolan quit the carriage and told the two maids to pick the spinach leaves with dew drops for breakfast in the morning, so that Xu Yifeng could eat them. Then he went back to his room to have a rest.

Xu Yifeng leaned back in the carriage and sighed: "the young master keeps out of the carriage every night. Aren't you afraid that Ruolan will run into him?"

As soon as the curtain was picked, Hua Wuying was already sitting in the carriage, looking up and down at Xu Yifeng, his eyes were like wolves.

"Amorolan." The corner of Xu Yifeng's mouth is smiling, like a peach blossom blooming in spring. The man's face has faded, and he has a good skin.

Hua Wuying's face is as deep as water: "brother and sister, if you stay in this carriage, it's OK to treat your illness. If you have any other thoughts, don't blame my heartless men."

"That's interesting." Xu Yifeng sat up and took a sip of the medicine cup. The bitter medicine soup filled his lips and teeth: "one wants to save, the other wants to kill. What should I do? Or before tomorrow's Ruolan needle, Yifeng will ask? "

"How dare you?" The flower has no shadow and the eyes are cold.

Xu Yifeng slowly put down his medicine: "there's nothing to be afraid of. What are you afraid of when you die? It's uncomfortable to live in this carriage. I'll give you three hundred taels of silver. Why don't you go and build a house for the Ruolan family? "

"No need!" Hua Wuying doesn't have a reason to hate this sick man, but he's afraid that if LAN wants to save him, he can't kill him.

With a deeper smile, Xu Yifeng said, "as you like, if you don't agree, I'll think of another way. It's better to let my father come to supervise. But in that case, Ruolan's reputation is even worse. Alas, it's really difficult."

The curtain was torn off instantly, and Hua Wuying held Xu Yifeng's neck in one hand: "dare to mention that dog officer again, I'll kill him!"