After time travel, the system allowed me to keep learning

One afternoon was enough for Gong and Tong to make a sturdy high-legged bed frame. Gong Ruixue also completed the current stage of study, and Chen Yining also sorted out the medicine shelves. There were not many tasks left, so they all stopped what they were doing.

The three of them moved Ling Jing to another room to rest, and thoroughly cleaned the previous main house. The haystacks under the bed could no longer be used. Not only were they unhygienic and a fire hazard, they were all sent out and stored in the woodshed. They could also be used to start fires in the stove. Move the table to the courtyard, and there are only four walls left in the house.

Gong Hetong went to Carpenter Fang's house and borrowed a ladder. He stood on the ladder and held up Chen Yining's feather duster tied with pheasant feathers to dust the ashes on the beams. Occasionally, one or two spiders crawled over and Gong Hetong carefully picked them up and put them in a jar. Here, keep this thing and let your wife see if it can be used as medicine later.

Gong Ruixue took a rag and carefully wiped everything in the room clean. Then he changed to a clean rag and wiped it again with the disinfectant solution prepared by Chen Yining. Even the ground has been poured with a layer of insect repellent, which not only prevents insects but also effectively prevents dust from flying.

After everything was cleaned, Gong Hetong brought in the newly made bed frame and placed it in the middle. When placed on the original bed board, it fit perfectly. Just level it a little and a simple treatment bed is ready.

Gong He was looking at his work with satisfaction when he heard his daughter's faint voice: "Dad, you did a good job on this operating table."

Gong Hetong flipped his hair confidently as he listened to his daughter's praise, "Of course, your father and I are very talented in crafts!"

Gong Ruixue looked at the operating table that was at the same level as her eyebrows when she stood up straight. The veins on her forehead were twitching and pinching the soft flesh of her father's waist. "Dad, can you consider the actual age and height of the surgeon?"

Under the laughter of his wife and the glare of his daughter, Gong Hetong directed his body that was so stiff with embarrassment to move the bed frame to the yard and start the transformation again by comparing Gong Ruixue's height.

That night, Ling Jing slept on a bed that was higher than an ordinary bed. The room no longer had the slightly fishy smell of mud mixed with hay, but instead had a relaxing herbal scent. The bed was placed in the middle of the room, with a strange wooden shelf hanging above the head. The behavior of this family made him more and more confused. Ling Jing decided not to think about it anymore and just take one step at a time.

That night, Gong and Tong laid a straw mat on the floor in Ling Jing's room. Although the bed board was about meters high, it could sleep two people. But before Ling Jing woke up, he could sleep on the same bed with the kid without any burden. But since the kid woke up and looked at him trying his best to pretend to be easy-going but obviously defensive, Gong Hetong finally decided to make a bed on the floor.

Early the next morning, Ling Jing was woken up and taken to the next room to change into strange clothes, especially the triangular tethered underwear that made him very embarrassed. Uncle Gong, who took him to change clothes, only told him that this was a necessary preparation before treatment, and he received no response when he asked again. When the question got urgent, Uncle Gong just pretended to scold him harshly: "Just do whatever you are asked to do. Why are there so many problems!" Ling Jing thought to himself, could this be some new method of torturing people? As the effects of Ma Fei Powder gradually appeared, Ling Jing felt that his body was gradually becoming numb. Ling Jing became more sure of his thoughts. This family really had bad intentions.

Later, Ling Jing was carried into the previous room by Uncle Gong. The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and he was laid flat on the bed. A dozen bronze mirrors hung above his head to reflect the light from a bundle of candles on himself. The candle stands on a larger bronze mirror and is hung in the bronze mirror array. The bronze mirror underneath can both focus light and prevent wax oil from dripping. Gong Ruixue was dressed up again yesterday, holding her hands in front of her with gloves.

Gong He Tongfang put Ling Jing down and went out. When he came back, he put on the same clothes as Gong Ruixue and stood beside Ling Jing's bed with his hands raised. Just as Ling Jing wanted to open his mouth to speak and ask what they wanted to do, his mouth was blocked with a piece of clean cloth.

Gong Ruixue looked at Ling Jing's widened eyes filled with accusations, and for some reason, she raised the corner of her mouth and let out two villainous laughters: "Jie Jie, my dear, stop biting your tongue, it just hurts." Shout it out!”

Gong Hetong was speechless as he watched his daughter, whose mental age seemed to be affected by her biological age, childishly frightening people, and then looked at the equipment around her. Those who knew knew that this was just a debridement and suture, but those who didn’t knew thought that this was some kind of underground organ harvesting black workshop. However, my daughter has always loved medicine. If she has such an opportunity, as a parent, she must give her full support!

Ling Jing was originally in a dazed and shocked mood, but when he saw Gong Ruixue's triumphant and cunning eyes like a little fox, he instantly understood that this nasty little girl was teasing him again.

Before Ling Jing could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a chill all over his body. The only layer of clothing he was wearing was stripped off, leaving him with only a pair of embarrassing briefs. Ling Jing blushed and glared angrily at Gong Ruixue, who was still staring at his body shamelessly.

Gong Hetong used sterilized cotton balls dipped in iodine to scrub Ling Jing's body carefully over a large area. Gong Ruixue, who was arranging the tools, glanced at Ling Jing's face that looked like a cooked shrimp. After thinking about it, she still needed to understand the patient's emotions. .

"Don't be shy. There is no distinction between men and women in the doctor's eyes. Relax and scream out if it hurts. Don't hold back." Looking at Gong Ruixue's eyes that he thought were gentle, Ling Jing wished he could kill himself with a knife.

Gong Ruixue and Gong Hetong were operating in the house, while Chen Yining was making logistical preparations for boiling water and boiling medicine in the yard to prevent anyone from breaking in. The family cooperated tacitly, and Ling Jing was really tolerant, so the treatment went smoothly and was over in less than two hours. Although Ma Fei Powder was used, it only alleviated part of Ling Jing's pain, and more importantly, it prevented him from accidentally injuring himself due to the pain. The effect of Ma Fei Powder gradually weakened in the second half, and it was all Ling Jing's ability to endure the pain that allowed Gong Ruixue to complete the task quickly and well.

Gong Ruixue knew that the doctor's treatment was inseparable from the patient's full cooperation, so she was especially gentle and meticulous when feeding Ling Jing at noon.

Ling Jing was very conflicted in his heart. He was being stared at by the girl in front of him, which made him feel unreasonable. According to secular ethics, the two of them can be considered to have a 'skin relationship', and he should be responsible for this little girl who is like a bean sprout. However, let alone the fact that he still had revenge to avenge, he had not yet clearly seen whether this family that was behaving strangely was an enemy or a friend, and he did not even know what attitude he should take towards the family who had been treating him so far, let alone How can you be responsible for someone else's daughter who is only ten years old?

Thinking like this, Ling Jing shook his head. If he couldn't figure it out, he would stop thinking about it and just wait and see what happens.

Seeing Ling Jing shaking his head, Gong Ruixue immediately stopped feeding him, "Don't want to eat? Then I'm going to eat." After saying that, without waiting for Ling Jing to answer, Gong Ruixue ran away with the bowl in hand. Ling Jing was left to touch his newly padded belly. He wasn't, he wasn't, and he still wanted to eat!