The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

When Wang Jin came to his senses, he had already tightly held the grass in his hand.

"?" Yuan Heng looked at Wang Jin strangely.

Wang Jin said, "I want this."

Boil the grass and mash it into mud, add a few herbs to stop bleeding and remove stasis, and you will get Bisheng ointment.

This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Wang Jin himself was a little confused. He knew very well that he was not good at medicine, so how could he know the prescription of this Bisheng ointment?

Even so convinced that this humble grass is a medicinal material...

Wang Jin suddenly remembered the strange dream he had just now...

In the dream, the old man said that he would know the recipes of all the food, medicine, tools, etc. that he knew in the future...

Now he inexplicably knows the formula of Bisheng ointment, and even recognizes the medicinal materials in the formula. Could this really be the ability bestowed on him by the old man?

Wang Jin was puzzled for a while, and felt that it was necessary to try it out. The Bisheng ointment lacked a few herbs, but it mainly relied on this. If it could be made, it would also have the effect of removing scars and stopping bleeding.

However, Wang Jin looked at the herbs in his hand with an ugly expression.

After getting this herb, he doesn't know how to cook it, let alone mash it into mud! How delicate is this body, he has tried it in his previous life!

Seeing the little lunatic in front of him froze again, his expression changed several times before he said a word.

The man didn't know whether Wang Jin was wandering in a fugue or just fell insane again. He shook his head slightly, picked out the purple flowers from the pile of weeds in front of him, handed them to Wang Jin and said, "Here."

Wang Jin came back to his senses and looked at the herbs in the man's hand, only four or five in total.

Wang Jin's agile eyes glanced at the medicinal materials in his hand, and then at the medicinal materials in the man's hand. Following the man's hand, his gaze moved upwards, and he saw the strong and powerful arms of the man...

A cunning flashed in his eyes, and he gently put his own herb into the man's hand.

Yuan Heng looked at the little lunatic suspiciously.

Wang Jin ordered: "You boil them and grind them into mud for me."

The tone was that of a habitual order, the man's hands froze slightly, and he looked at Wang Jin with disapproval: "These are just weeds, you..."

The man didn't continue, because the little lunatic in front of him was already staring at him fiercely, looking like a willful and dissatisfied little beast.

The eyes, which were still filled with water vapor after crying just now, were reddish, and it seemed that as long as they were slightly stimulated, the eyes that seemed to be filled with clear springs would immediately overflow with water again.

The man swallowed the words of refusal, and the disapproval in his eyes gradually turned into helplessness. He shrunk his knuckles, put the four or five grasses aside and said, "Okay, wait until I wash these."

The man pointed to a pile of weeds in front of him. The weeds were piled up like a hill. Wang Jin frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "How long will it take to wash?"

"Soon." The man said, his movements paused slightly, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Jin, thought for a while and said, "If you want to hurry up...together?"

He asked tentatively, and Wang Jin instantly showed a disgusted expression.

Seeing this, the man didn't say anything, and his men moved faster.

Suddenly, a slender white and tender hand appeared in front of his eyes. The hand hesitated for a while under his eyes, and reached out to the vines below.

The man's lips curled up a little.

As soon as that hand touched the weeds, it retracted as if it had been electrocuted, accompanied by a light cry of pain, just like a kitten.

And there were a few drops of bright red dripping on the green grass below, the man's smile froze on his face, he hurriedly raised his head and stepped forward, caught up with the retracting hand, and held it in his own.

Sure enough, a long **** was drawn at the tip of the slender finger, and blood was trickling from the gash.

"..." The man stared at the wound speechlessly, unable to speak for a while.

At first, I thought this little lunatic's hands were unreasonably soft, but I didn't expect that they were so tender that they could be scratched by weeds.

"Blood... blood... it hurts to death!" Wang Jin looked at the wound, feeling so wronged that he couldn't help himself.

The man sighed lightly, and bowed his head towards the wound. From Wang Jin's angle, he could still see the flexible creature protruding slightly from between his lips.

Wang Jin was stunned. Before he knew what the man wanted to do, he felt his fingertips wet, and a strange feeling came from the wound, spread all over his limbs, and rushed straight to the top of his head, making his scalp numb.

His fingertips trembled, his knuckles shrank, and he quickly withdrew his hand from the man's hand.

"You...you...what are you doing?!" Wang Jin asked with a trembling voice, protecting his hand.

The man frowned, as if he couldn't understand Wang Jin's big reaction, he patiently explained: "The orc's saliva can stop bleeding, just give you Tiantian."

Tian?

"No!" Wang Jin blatantly refused, which was too strange.

"Please invite me a doctor...or a pharmacist." Wang Jin said.

The man's brows were further tightened: "It's a little injury, there's no need to call a pharmacist."

"A little bit hurts a ghost, you go ask me for money..." Wang Jin froze for a moment, he had no money, and the world didn't recognize silver.

In the past, when he was injured a little, everyone in the house had to take care of him, but now...

Wang Jin shrugged sadly and frustrated, the man looked at the listless little lunatic in front of him for a while, and got up.

Wang Jin looked up and saw the man walking out.

Wang Jin reached out and grabbed his animal clothes: "Where are you going?"

The man said: "I'll try and see if I can invite a pharmacist from the tribe."

Wang Jin shrank his knuckles, tightened the man's veterinarian, and said with difficulty: "No need..."

In this world, doctors and pharmacists are in short supply. The Danmu tribe has only one pharmacist, whose status is very high, so it is strange that he can be hired.

"You go and get this for me... I won't need a pharmacist when I'm done." Wang Jin pointed to the grass on the ground that was put aside by the man.

The man turned his head to look at the little lunatic.

There wasn't much pain on the little lunatic's face, but his lips were pouting slightly, as if he was throwing a temper tantrum and wanted to be coaxed.

This little lunatic speaks crazily and behaves strangely, but he looks really good.

With a light look in those black and white eyes, the whole heart can be softened, and the look of loss makes people want to agree to all his requests...

It's just that this nonsense...

Forget it, this is my brother...

If he doesn't obey, whoever obeys?

The man squatted down, picked up the few grasses, took them to the side of the water tank, washed them, and entered the house.

Wang Jin followed step by step, like a super clingy pet.

The man followed him and led him into the inner kitchen. The kitchen was a little brighter than the front, but it was still very dark overall.

The man took a porcelain bowl, filled it with water, put grass in it, lit a fire, and set it aside to cook.

The fire was very fierce, and there were very few medicinal herbs, and they softened after a short time. When the water was boiled dry, the man pounded the medicinal herbs, which were actually just a little more than a finger.

Wang Jin looked at the broken pieces with bright eyes, and stretched out his wounded hand.

Although the wound was unintentional, it came in a timely manner.

Although this Bisheng ointment is used to remove scars, it can actually treat small wounds. Such a small amount of medicine is not enough to remove a man's scars. It is more appropriate to use his small wound to test the medicine.

The man was taken aback, as if he didn't understand what Wang Jin meant by reaching out his hand suddenly. Wang Jin showed his wound and said eagerly, "Put that on."

The man frowned, opened his mouth to say something, finally squeezed some powder and smelled it, as if to make sure it was not harmful, and after confirming, he obediently applied it to the little lunatic's hand.

After Wang Jin applied the herbs, he became much quieter, sitting beside the man with his head bowed, not knowing what to think.

The man let out a long breath when he saw this, and quickly dealt with the weeds in front of him.

After the grass is cleaned and dried, it can make the bed more comfortable. With an extra brother in the family, I can no longer live a casual life with myself.

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The man thought about the little lunatic being scratched by the weeds just now, and secretly thought that he had to get a big animal skin to cover it, otherwise the delicate skin of the little lunatic would have many more cuts when he slept on it.

Wang Jin didn't know that the man had thought a lot about him. He focused on observing the changes in the wound, wanting to know if his dream was real.

In the prescription of Bisheng ointment in his mind, the herb must be boiled, and it must be boiled. Just now he stared at the man doing it, and confirmed that the grass is rotten, and the subsequent pounding just made it into a mud.

The medicinal mud had just been applied, and it would take tomorrow to see the effect at the earliest. After staring at it for a while, Wang Jin knew that he would not get the result today. He sat blankly for a while, and went to see what the man was doing when he was bored.

The man had finished processing the grass at this time and was cooking in the kitchen.

He cooked a large piece of unknown meat. The meat was cooked whitish, but there was no oil at all. When it was served, it was just a large piece in the middle of the table, without any main food or other side dishes.

In front of Wang Jin, there was an extra bowl of glutinous rice that he had thrown before. It was sticky, and there were still some yellow particles in it. It was these yellow particles that affected the taste of the whole glutinous rice, and the taste...

Wang Jin recalled the sip he drank before, and wanted to vomit again...

With an ugly expression, he picked up the bowl of mush and was about to throw it away, but was stopped by the sharp-eyed man raising his hand: "You're going to throw it away, there's nothing to eat tonight."

"..." Wang Jin's hand holding the bowl didn't let it go, and he didn't throw it away, his complexion turned blue and white at times, it was ugly as hell.

The man reached out and took his hand down, and stuffed the spoon in the bowl into Wang Jin's hand: "I guess you like sweet food, so I didn't put any salt or seasoning this time, I just put honey, you should taste it first." , I might like to eat it."

"..." Seeing the man's sincerity, Wang Jin put a spoonful of it in his mouth in disgust.

Unpalatable! Still unpalatable!

Wang Jin frowned, the taste was so rough that the coating on his tongue was sore, the taste was not so disgusting, but in terms of deliciousness, it was still far away.

Seeing Wang Jin start, the man grabbed the white meat on the table and started to eat.

Wang Jin didn't want to move after taking a mouthful of the mush in his bowl. He looked at the man and saw him chewing the white meat, which looked delicious.

Wang Jin's eyes turned to the plate of meat on the table, and more than half of the plate of meat had gone.

Wang Jin curled his lips, this man is too much, he gave himself such an unpalatable food, but he himself ate meat!

There were no chopsticks on the table, Wang Jin hesitated for a while, reached out to grab the white meat, grabbed a large piece and put it in his mouth to bite.

Bite down, the teeth hurt, and the white meat didn't move at all, at most there were two more tooth marks.

Wang Jin looked at Bai Rou in astonishment, his face full of disbelief.

"Is this meat or stone?" He couldn't hold back, and made a sound.

The man raised his head, saw his appearance, and laughed out loud: "Of course it's meat, but this meat guy can't bite."

As the man said, he took the meat from Wang Jin's hand, turned his hand into sharp claws, and cut a thin slice for Wang Jin.

"..." Wang Jin ate it into his mouth and spit it out after a while.

Even if it is a thin slice, it is too woody to bite, and it has no taste at all!

The man shook his head with a smile, motioned Wang Jin to look at the bowl of mush in front of him and said, "Eat the one in front of you. I'll find Baiyuguo for you tomorrow, and I'll settle for it today."

Wang Jin looked outside, and it was indeed getting dark.

Wang Jin ate two more mouthfuls of mush, but still pushed away in disgust and walked away. The man stopped persuading him when he saw this, and ate the rest of his mush after he finished eating the meat.

At night, Wang Jin was sitting in the courtyard outside, feeling a little dazed. He had really resurrected his soul on someone else...

Just as Wang Jin was lost in thought, suddenly there was a bowl next to him, and the man came over from his side and sat beside him.

Wang Jin frowned and stared at the bowl, but didn't pick it up. The man said, "Honey water, drink some to fill your stomach."

Wang Jin took it, and took a sip as if trying, it was very thick honey water.

The sweet taste filled the mouth instantly, the taste buds throbbed with satisfaction, and Wang Jin narrowed his eyes satisfied.

This is called food!

After knowing that it was delicious, Wang Jin drank happily one after another with the bowl in his hand, needless to say by the man.

Seeing his appearance, the man smiled and shook his head: "You little lunatic, you are so picky about eating, I don't know how you survived before."

The author has something to say: There was no update yesterday, and there is another chapter today.