Village Doctor's Magic Hands

In his coma, Zhao Sanjin had a strange dream. In the dream, he saw his grandfather. His grandfather crossed his legs, sat upright in the void more than ten meters high, reached out and stroked the five willow long beard under his chin. He was staring down at him, nodding and smiling. He looked very happy and contented, like the gods and Buddhas who emerged into immortals in the TV series.

"Grandpa, is it really you?" Zhao Sanjin was stunned.

Grandpa couldn't seem to hear Zhao Sanjin's voice. He just smiled at him, but kept silent.

Zhao San Jin stood up, jumped three feet high and tried to reach out to grab grandpa's legs, but at a height of more than ten meters, he jumped for a long time and couldn't even touch grandpa's toes.

"Grandpa, I'm Sanjin, your grandson Zhao Sanjin!" Zhao Sanjin was worried, like a three-year-old child, jumping and crying loudly.

Grandpa looked down at Zhao Sanjin's every move, but he was indifferent. A moment later, his eyes blinked, and immediately two pure lights burst out from his eyes, one left and one right, and instantly penetrated into Zhao Sanjin's temples on both sides.

"Ah!"

Zhao Sanjin gave a miserable cry, just like being stung by a bumblebee before he was unconscious. His head tingled and he suddenly woke up

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When he opened his eyes, Zhao Sanjin felt his eyes sour and weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. The whole person was exhausted. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He was surprised to find that at this time, the sunset was slanting to the west, and the sky had gradually darkened.

"Have you been in a coma all afternoon? Damn it!" Zhao sank down in the gutter, and his dream kept coming out of his mind. It took him a long time to get back to his mind. He said depressed: "Grandpa is really true. Since he gave me a dream, he kept giggling and didn't say anything."

After resting for a while, Zhao Sanjin reached out and touched his temple. He found that after being stung by a bumblebee, there was no trace on his temple, and even rubbed it without a trace of pain, as if he had never been stung.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Sanjin couldn't figure out. If the Bumblebee was poisonous, how could it sting unharmed? On the contrary, if the bumblebee is not poisonous, how can it make itself unconscious all afternoon?

When he looked down and saw the demon refining pot on the ground, Zhao Sankin bent down and picked it up. His heart said that the Bumblebee had been trapped in it all afternoon. Even if it was suffocated, it should be suffocated, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Sankin smiled proudly, aimed at the mouth of the demon refining pot, narrowed his eyes and looked inside.

Strangely enough, the demon refining pot was as empty as before, and the Bumblebee's body could not be seen at all.

"Ran away?"

Zhao Sankin frowned slightly, put the pot mouth down and shook it in the air for a long time. He couldn't shake anything. He put the demon refining pot in his ear and shook it. As a result, he couldn't hear any sound.

To be sure, the Bumblebee did run away.

No way!

Zhao Sanjin looked carefully at the location of the demon smelting pot just now. There were still traces of being crushed by the demon smelting pot. The mouth of the pot was blocked to death. Let alone such a large wasp, even a mosquito, can't get out of it without God's knowledge.

"Strange things happen every day, and there seem to be a lot today..." Zhao Sanjin thought about it for a long time with the demon refining pot, but he couldn't understand it. He shook his head and sighed. He simply stopped thinking about the Bumblebee, knelt down again, kowtowed his grandfather three times, then stood up, patted off the weeds and soil on his body, jumped out of the drainage ditch with a pedal on the soles of his feet, and strode towards Qingshui village.

Although Zhao Sanjin was in a coma all afternoon, he clearly remembered the words left by Lin Qingqing before he left. Now it's dark, and the willow head on the moon is a good time after dusk.

However, it didn't seem appropriate to carry a backpack to find Lin Qingqing at night, so Zhao Sankin turned back to his home after returning to Qingshui village.

The so-called home is actually a small yard of more than 70 square meters, which is covered with three brick houses. In the past, Zhao Sanjin and grandpa depended on each other. Although the living conditions were not very good, they stayed together and were not cold.

But now, grandpa died, leaving only Zhao Sanjin alone.

"You have to find a companion quickly!" on the way, Zhao Sanjin thought more and more that he must marry Lin Qingqing into the door as soon as possible. Otherwise, he will stay at home alone and lie in the cold quilt at night. He doesn't even have a person to talk to relieve boredom. Don't he die lonely?

Thinking of this, Zhao Sanjin couldn't help accelerating his pace

At the gate of his yard, Zhao Sanjin immediately realized that something was wrong. The door was unlocked and half open. Moreover, the light in the hall was on. The light shone through the windows and doors of the hall, illuminating most of the yard.

"There's someone in the room?" Zhao Sankin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought, "is it Aunt Liu?"

In recent years, Liu cuimoth has been helping to take care of her grandfather. Liu cuimoth knows that Zhao Sanjin is back today. She has the keys to the gate and the main room. It's not surprising that she came in advance to help Zhao Sanjin clean up his room.

"Liu..." Zhao Sanjin pushed the door and went to the yard. He was about to shout, but his mouth was open. The word "aunt" had not been shouted out. When he saw the fuzzy figure reflected by the light on the window, he was stunned again.

There are people in the hall, and it's a woman, but it's definitely not Liu cuimoth.