The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Looking at the lifeless Hibiscus on the bed, Wen Ruolan couldn't take off for a moment. Carpenter Wen sent some food and drink, and told Ruolan to be careful, so he would go back to take care of his wife and children.

It's hard to be cool in midsummer. Wen Ruolan closes the door and window, and sits outside the door thinking. He has to disguise himself when practicing medicine. He didn't think it was wrong before, but now he really understands that widows, as long as they are related to these two words, are the eyesore of others.

The cry of depression comes. Wen Ruolan looks back at the closed door. Furong is more like a mirror. She can see what her future will be like.

With a crash, Wen Ruolan pushed the door open and came in.

"Furong! What are you doing? "

Furong is holding a piece of porcelain in her hand. She is crazy and tries to scratch her wrist, as if she can't hear Wen Ruolan's voice.

Wen Ruolan ran over with a few steps and slapped her face. She was black in front of her eyes. She was lying on the bed, and the wound on her wrist spilled blood.

Tearing a piece of cloth to help her bandage, Wen Ruolan sat beside the bed: "Furong, I can't control whether you are dead or alive, so I ask you, are you willing to die?"

The answer to her is Furong's cry. The suppressed voice spread far away. In the night, a man reached out to hold a tree nearby and squatted down slowly.

Except for the occasional barking of dogs in Wenjia village, everything is quiet.

Beating flames, two women speechless each other, so silent.

"Ruolan."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyelids and looked at hibiscus. Her face was still pale and frightening, but her eyes were much calmer and there was no cold despair in her heart.

"They won't let me go. Go back." Furong pulled the corner of her mouth: "I won't die."

Wen Ruolan picked up the teapot beside her and poured a cup of warm water to Furong: "what are they? Who is qualified to let go or not to let go? "

"It's a pity that I don't have your courage." Furong leaned against the bed and took a sip from the water cup: "maybe people can't be too weak when they are alive. There's nothing to miss in wenjiacun."

"If you want to go, you have to take good care of yourself." Wen Ruolan also poured himself a glass of water: "the son of the county master has already said hello to Li Zheng. Those people will not make trouble again."

She didn't notice that when Furong heard Li Zheng, her eyebrows were twisted into a knot in one's heart, and she soon recovered her peace.

"That's good. I'm sleepy." Furong said, lying down with her eyes closed as if she were asleep.

Wen Ruolan sat beside him for a long time before he fell asleep on the table.

In the middle of the night, Furong opened her eyes and saw Wen Ruolan. Her eyes were complicated. She got up for a long time, sorted out her clothes and got out of bed. When she hobbled to the door, she looked back at her again. Then she stepped out, knelt down on her knees and kowtowed to her. She whispered: "the grace of saving lives is unforgettable."

Then he turned and disappeared into the night.

In her sleep, the smell of scorch woke Wen Ruolan up. She looked up and saw the fire outside the window. She stood up and rushed to the bedside. The quilt on the bed was already cold. Where was the shadow of Hibiscus.

Can't bear to think more, there is a bucket of cold water beside, directly drenched in the quilt, put the wet quilt directly on the body, regardless of some rushed to the direction of the door, exhausted all his strength, but heard a dull sound, the door was bolted from the outside.

Wen Ruolan's forehead is sweating. Someone wants to kill Furong. As soon as this idea appears, Wen Ruolan shivers all over.

The wet heavy quilt can temporarily block the light of the fire, but this is the thatched cottage. She has to account for her own life. The pungent smell of smoke rushes into her nose. Because of her instinctive desire for survival, she can only do her best to hit the door.

A few figures moved to the front and kicked open the wooden board which was tied to the door. At the same time, Wen Ruolan rushed out with the quilt which had already had the fire, and directly bumped into each other's arms.

Dongfang Yi raises his hand and tears off the quilt. When he sees Wen Ruolan in it, he is relieved: "are you ok?"

Wen Ruolan raised his head, his eyes were fumigated and he just shook his head and fainted.

Bending over and holding her up, Dongfang Yi leads her directly away from Wenjia village and back to yaolu.

In the medicine room, Dongfang Yi puts her on the bed, finds a soft cloth to dip in water to wipe her dry lips, and then pours hot tea from the teapot. When it's cool, he holds her in his arms: "drink some water."

Wen Ruolan opened her mouth in a daze and drank the water in small mouthfuls. Her cracked throat made her voice hoarse: "thank you."

Dongfang Yi was shocked. She looked down at her red face and said, "sleep."

Wen Ruolan is really asleep, a sea of fire in her sleep, she begged no way to lean against the corner, desperately shed tears, she has never been so fragile, cry.

The loneliness of being abandoned makes her curl up like a small animal.

Dongfang Yi, who is reading next to her, looks back at her several times and frowns at the way she looks in the quilt. When she gets up and comes over, she mumbles to herself with a crying voice.

"Help me, help me, I don't want to die."

Dongfang Yi takes a deep breath, lifts the quilt, sits on the bed, reaches out his hand, holds the person in his arms, and whispers, "sleep, no one can hurt you."

Wen Ruolan only felt warm, and pressed it in his arms. In her dream, she saw her grandfather, who was smiling kindly and opened his arms to her.

When Dongfang vomits the white belly, Wen Ruolan's temperature finally returns to normal. Dongfang Yi puts her on the bed, turns around and leaves the room with the wooden basin and soft cloth in cold water.

In the early morning, the breeze is blowing slowly. Dongfang Yi stands in the courtyard and looks at the towering Qishan mountain in the distance. He once said that he didn't want to die, but after all, his soul will return to hell. As for the rebirth, he has too many mysteries of his previous life, and he says that his heart is as cold as iron.

It happened that she met such a woman. She was deep-seated, but she didn't hurt others. She was in the medicine room, and she never asked for medical advice.

But the common people will send some food that can be taken by their families to yaolu every three to five.

In the past life, there was no her.

If so, would you not have to die at the foot of Qishan?

"Nine masters."

"No shadow, find out who set the fire." Dongfang Yi doesn't look back. Hua Wuying has always been with her since her first day in the medicine room. However, he really doesn't want Hua Wuying to see Wen Ruolan. Why? I don't know. I just don't want to.

Spend shadowless canthus Yu Guang to see one eye close door: "be."

"Go to Qishan, let master Buzhou come to Wen's home and say that the Longhe River is suffering. Wen Ruolan is going to Longhe."

Dongfang Yi's voice falls, and the flower leaves without a shadow.

"Brother, are you back?"

When Wen Ruolan's voice comes, Dongfang Yi's hand turns into a fist and walks away.

In the room, Wen Ruolan sits on the bed and sees Dongfang Yi's back.

Did he save himself?