After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

The person in front of him was none other than Rong Heng’s long-missing senior brother—

clear.

"It seems that Sijiu's secret guards are not stupid. They can see the clues I deliberately left for you to find me. Otherwise, if you really want to find me, I don't know when you will find me."

Minglang pulled out the needle from the patient and warned him, "Uncle Li, your shoulders will not be able to carry heavy objects all the time. You need to be careful. I'm leaving soon and I don't know when I'll come back next time. You must take good care of yourself."

The man called Uncle Li hurriedly asked, "Divine Doctor, are you leaving? Will you come back?"

Minglang looked at the secret guards who had already left the window and said, "I probably won't be able to come back for the time being, because I have a few friends who are suffering right now, and I have to go save them."

After hearing this, Uncle Li laughed and said, "Godly doctor, you are a good person and your medical skills are even better. With your help, your friends will definitely be able to solve any problem."

Hearing this, Minglang also smiled: "Then I'll borrow your good words, Uncle Li."

Uncle Li left here quickly.

Minglang was the only one left in the room.

After seeing Uncle Li leave, the leader of the secret guards knocked on the door politely and came in.

"Ming Shen Doctor, since you know who sent us, you must also know why we came to see you."

Minglang was already packing: "I know, I know everything. Not only do I know who sent you, I also know that your master is facing great hardships right now. Let's go without delay."

Minglang's inexplicably familiar demeanor made the secret guards somewhat uncomfortable.

He originally thought that Minglang would at least doubt their motives first, and might even show some resistance before he would obediently follow them.

But I never thought that he would be so proactive, so proactive that I was still urging them to work.

The secret guards were a little confused.

Minglang’s package was not big, and there were not many things in it, so it was packed quickly.

He had collected them all and turned around to see that the secret guard was still standing there without moving.

"You're not leaving? I don't provide food here."

The secret guard came back to his senses with an "oh" and said, "Then let's set off to Chidu as soon as possible."

Minglang just shook his head: "Not going to Chidu."

The secret guard was still confused: "But the master and the others are all in Chidu. If we don't take you to Chidu, where else can we go?"

Minglang showed a look of understanding: "You don't know this, right? I can tell fortunes. I just calculated with my fingers that your master is not in Chidu at the moment, but on the way to Dacheng Kyoto. I guess he is walking on a mountain road at the foot of a mountain."

The secret guard wanted to refute subconsciously, it was obvious that the master and the others should still be fine in Chidu.

Even if I'm no longer in Chidu, it's impossible for me to just go back to Kyoto.

But then he remembered that when Wen Baizhi asked them to come find Minglang, she had told them that Minglang was a very mysterious person, and even if he said things that ordinary people couldn't understand or did things that ordinary people couldn't understand, they should not doubt it.

After all, he is a miracle doctor, and what a miracle doctor does certainly cannot be understood by ordinary people.

Thinking of this explanation, the secret guard also listened to Minglang's words: "Then according to the divine doctor's opinion, where should we go now?"

Minglang thought for a moment and said, "You only need to send a few people back to Chidu and tell them that your master is in danger and to quickly get help. Everyone else, come with me and go directly to find Sijiu and the others."

"Yes!"

The secret guard agreed.

I didn't notice at all why this person, who had never met Si Jiu, knew Si Jiu's name.

Minglang didn't have much luggage, just a few pieces of clothing and a set of silver needles like Rong Heng's.

This was passed down to the two brothers by their master at that time.

In addition, there is a manual.

The manual was clearly hidden under a brick on the ground and carefully preserved with oilcloth.

So it has been hidden underground but has not been easily damaged by moisture.

Minglang took the manual out from under the floor tiles, and from then on all his luggage was packed.

The secret guards all had extraordinary martial arts skills, but considering that Minglang was just a weak doctor, they still rented a carriage for him before he came to the village.

"Please get in the car, sir. We'll set off now."

Minglang didn't bother to be polite with him and got into the carriage with the help of his hand.

There was also a small table inside the carriage.

Minglang lit the candle on the table.

In the candlelight, he took out the manual and opened it again.

Then he took out the charcoal pencil he always carried with him.

Even though Minglang has been in this world of books for such a long time, he is still not used to writing with a brush.

After all, writing with a brush requires ink every time, which is not very convenient for him.

So he got himself an idea and looked for a charcoal pencil similar to the pencils in modern society. He made it into a length that could be easily held by hand and could carry it with him so that he could take it out and write down whatever he thought of.

In the reflection of candlelight, the contents of Minglang's manual emerged one by one.

If Wen Baizhi were here, she would definitely see that the words written here are all simplified Chinese characters used in modern society.

Instead of the traditional Chinese characters that she sees all the time now.

Minglang leaned over the table and thought for a moment, then wrote on the manual with charcoal.

"Everything is the same as before. The only variable is now in danger. We need to rescue it as soon as possible so as not to affect the final direction of the story."

After writing down these few sentences, he looked back at what he had written previously.

The previous record was: "Jinzhou's plague needs to be resolved as soon as possible. Someone can show up to treat it when necessary."

It seems that everything written down here is related to a so-called variable.

Minglang didn't read it any further, put the manual away and placed it in front of him.

Even if someone sees the content above, they may have to think carefully about the meaning of the simplified Chinese characters alone.

Not to mention that what he wrote in it was very vague, and it was difficult for ordinary people to guess what he wanted to express.

Minglang wrote all this down so that he would not forget his mission here.

The scenery outside the car flashed by, but Minglang's eyes were full of worry.

I hope he can catch up this time.

Otherwise, if any deviation occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

Just like the time when Si Jiu had a high fever at the post station before arriving in Jinzhou.

Rong Heng was not there, Si Jiu was weak, and he was also depressed because Wen Baizhi did not travel with him, which made his condition worse.

If Minglang had not appeared at that time, such a high fever would have really put Si Jiu's life in danger.

So that was also the first time he was forced to appear in front of Si Jiu and Wen Baizhi.

Although he had already secretly led them to Jinzhou before.

So this time, maybe it will be another meeting.

I don't know what the situation will be like when we meet this time.