The president is sick and the wife has medicine

"Don't worry, she won't die." Ling Xiaohan also felt relieved.

But thinking about it carefully, the reason why Lu Qiaolan came to the mountain was definitely not that simple, it was definitely not what she said, she was just looking for her master.

She is not stupid, she will not believe whatever Lu Qiaolan says, and anyone who knows Lu Qiaolan knows that what Lu Qiaolan is best at is talking nonsense with her eyes open.

"The hunter who set up this trap will find her later, and Lu Qiaolan will not die here."

As for saying that her leg was going to be broken just now, it was just to scare her.

She felt that Lu Qianyi's unfair treatment should not be left alone.

It wasn't until dusk that the two of them came to the old master's small bamboo house.

Ling Xiaohan opened the half-open bamboo door and went in. He didn't see the figure of the master, so he went directly to the vegetable field behind, and he saw the master weeding in the field.

"Master!" Ling Xiaohan shouted excitedly.

The master turned his head and saw that the little apprentice he had been thinking about had returned, and a gratified and kind smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Han'er, are you back?"

"Master, I promised to visit you once a month, isn't this fulfilled?" Ling Xiaohan said proudly.

The old master saw a young lady standing beside Ling Xiaohan, and immediately asked, "Han'er, who is this?"

"My friend, Lu Qianyi, master, Lu Qianyi is the first friend I went down to Jiaozuo." Ling Xiaohan smiled.

"Oh! So it's Han'er's friend." The master smiled gratifiedly, "It's great, we have someone to accompany Han'er, so we won't be alone when we encounter everything."

In fact, when Ling Xiaohan was going down the mountain, what he was most worried about was that Ling Xiaohan would not be able to adapt to the environment down the mountain. After all, there is a world of difference between the uphill and the downhill.

After going to the foot of the mountain, people's sophistication, social relations, and lifestyle are all problems that Ling Xiaohan needs to overcome.

But now it seems that Ling Xiaohan seems to be adapting pretty well.

The old master felt very relieved.

Without Ling Xiaohan's reminder, the master saw the burns on Lu Qianyi's face again, and frowned: "Miss Lu, what's going on, did she have an accident? This is such a nice face..."

What a pity.

"Master, so I'm here to ask you for advice? Lu Qianyi's face was burned in a fire. I haven't learned the cure for burns from the master before. Look, master, Lu Qianyi's face can still be healed." ?"

When the old master heard this, he glared at Ling Xiaohan angrily: "I don't think the purpose of your coming here today is to see me, right? You are here to treat your friend's burns, right?"

Come on, this dead girl, in fact, still doesn't remember him at all, I'm afraid that if there is no such thing, this dead girl doesn't plan to visit him.

Fortunately, what she said just now was so sweet, it turned out to be all deceitful words.

"Master, don't be like this, I even brought you a gift! Don't say that I don't miss you."

After finishing speaking, Ling Xiaohan took off the bag on his back, took out a few boxes of high-quality tea from it, and handed it to the teacher: "Look, this tea is very good."

When the master saw it, he immediately smiled and patted Ling Xiaohan on the shoulder: "Yes! Not bad! Really good."

"Oh, that's right! Master, I also brought you some things." Lu Qian also took out a finely crafted fleece blanket and handed it over, "Ling Xiaohan said that the temperature is very low at night on the mountain, I think This might work."

"Miss Lu has a heart." The old master smiled, "But... Miss Lu's burn is really not incurable."

When Lu Qian heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Really, can burns of this degree be cured?"

This is simply a miracle.

"Master, what is the specific treatment method?" Ling Xiaohan also opened his eyes curiously.

The master master reached out and knocked Ling Xiaohan on the head: "You little girl! I asked you to learn from me before, but if you didn't learn well, didn't I tell you about this kind of burn case? I never told you about it. There is no cure for burns."

"Did the master really say that?" Ling Xiaohan scratched the back of his head in confusion.

The master used to like to tell her stories, always about the strange patients he met, about the typical cases, about the process of experimenting with herbal medicines, and in this way she aroused her strong interest in studying medicine.

Every story the master told at that time was a classic, deeply imprinted in her heart like a legend.

The master is the great hero in her heart, who saves lives and heals the wounded, travels all over the world, and is also a god-like figure who is honored by many people as "Holy Hand".

But since she has no impression of the treatment of burns, she must have dozed off when the master was imparting knowledge.

"You girl, you didn't listen to me well, why don't you have to travel all the way to learn the scriptures now? So, is it the same reason that if the young don't work hard, the old man will be sad?" The old master said helplessly.

Ling Xiaohan was very lively and active when he was young, and couldn't sit still all day long.

He once thought that Ling Xiaohan would not be a good material for studying medicine, so he taught her with a half-test mentality.

But I didn't expect that although Ling Xiaohan was restless, he was smart, not to mention how brilliant his brain was, and she could understand this matter thoroughly with just a little bit of guidance. Most of the time, he could grasp the essence of it with just a simple reminder.

Up to now, Ling Xiaohan has been able to deal with most of the medical problems, and her acupuncture technique is even more skillful than him.

Blue is better than blue.

"Master said so."

Ling Xiaohan knew that she must have been taught by her master for such a trip.

The master's enthusiasm and enthusiasm for art will not fade with age, and then he will treat it with more enthusiasm.

Lin Tianlin is not here, and the master has pinned all the wishes of art inheritance on her.

Now at this time, the master said earnestly: "You are still young, and you have to hurry up and study medicine in depth. Medicine is a very profound subject that requires a lot of practice and experience accumulation. Can it always be taught to you? It's just my own knowledge. If the master doesn't know how to treat the burn today, what should you do? Shouldn't it be treated?"

"So this method of treating burns is also the master's own research and exploration?"

"Of course." The master nodded and said, "I used to think that burns were incurable, but these impossible things will one day be performed by someone."

"So don't deny everything easily, everything in the world can be broken."

"I understand." Ling Xiaohan nodded obediently.

The master chef took another look at the burns on Lu Qianyi's face, and said calmly: "The treatment of burns still needs to be taken internally and taken externally. If you insist on taking medicine, it will take at least three months for new skin tissue to replace the old damaged skin. Organization, this is a long-term recuperation process, and it must not be accomplished overnight."