Pharmacy

Zhang Qiling was already exhausted, coupled with the excessive blood loss, as long as the tension in his brain was loosened a little, he would pass out immediately.The child kept talking to him, forcing him to stay awake.

"It might hurt, bear with it." The child took the herb taken out from the house, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then covered Zhang Qiling's arm. The herb was mixed with the uncoagulated blood , was wrapped by Wu Xie with cloth.

Zhang Qiling's brain was already not so clear, and his eyes couldn't focus. Reflecting the moonlight, he watched the thin figure of the child running around in the yard, bandaging himself, and talking to himself constantly.

Why, why should he be so nice to someone who has nothing to do with him.

This is very cunning.

It had been two days since Zhang Qiling woke up again, and when he woke up, there was no one around him.Zhang Qiling propped up the bed with his hands, and slowly got up, he looked up and looked around - this is an ordinary house.Looking down at himself, he was almost mummified.

The clean fabric was wrapped in circles, and a simple knot was tied at the end. The wrapping was not very neat, but it did help Zhang Qiling a lot.He turned over and wanted to get out of the bed, but the first movement touched all the wounds on his body. He hissed and took a breath of cold air.

"You're awake!" The child ran into the house from outside, still holding a wet towel in his hand.Seeing Zhang Qiling covered in cold sweat on the bed, he immediately ran over and helped him to sit up. "Be careful, don't lean back, your back is full of wounds, if you touch it, it will hurt to death."

The child said on his own, and helped Zhang Qiling wipe his face with a wet towel, with a natural look on his face.

Zhang Qiling watched the child bring his face closer, and then felt the temperature on his face, the soft cloth brushed across his cheeks, the warmth was just right.His body froze suddenly, not daring to move.

It had been years since anyone had treated him like this.

"Thank you." Zhang Qiling lowered his head and said sullenly.

The child didn't care, and said carelessly, don't care.

"You've been asleep for almost three days, you know. I was scared to death yesterday, thinking you were going to die." The child widened his eyes wide, his clear pupils shining, "Just wake up. Oh By the way, my name is Wu Xie, what's your name, little brother?"

"Zhang Qiling." He said with his head sideways, but he didn't dare to look directly into the child's eyes, feeling as if he could be swallowed by the light as long as he met his gaze.

Seeing Zhang Qiling's listless look, Wu Xie frowned subconsciously.He carefully supported Zhang Qiling to lie down on his side. In order to prevent him from accidentally pressing on the wound, Wu Xie sat beside him and waited until he slowly fell asleep before leaving.

Wu Xie stood in the dark kitchen, unable to do anything with the chicken on the chopping board.Although it is said to be a well-packed and plucked chicken, it still doesn't look like a clean and good chicken.Wu Xie suspected that he dug a hole and jumped down, so he had no choice but to pick up the large kitchen knife embedded in the chopping board.

He stood on tiptoe, held up the kitchen knife and slashed down fiercely. Fortunately, there was no blood spatter, otherwise the scene would have been very bloody.Wu Xie held up the kitchen knife and slashed many times in a row, finally looked at the remaining chicken head, and silently threw it aside.

On weekdays, Wu Xie is not a master who often cooks by himself, after all, he is just a kid, and when there are adults in the family, they can't cook - Wu Xie lives with Pan Zi, the latter I'm a rough old man, and he doesn't cook well. I feel that I can't take advantage of the third master, so I basically go to restaurants every day, and my life is very corrupt.

Relying on his few memories about cooking and his own imagination, Wu Xie successfully made a pot of chicken soup with a peculiar taste.As for why the taste is peculiar, there are many reasons for this.

Anyway, based on the principle of not wasting meat, Wu Xie filled a bowl for himself and Zhang Qiling, and added a big chicken leg to Zhang Qiling's bowl by the way.He brought the soup into the room and found that Zhang Qiling had woken up early and was sitting on the bed looking at the ceiling.

"It's just right, try the hot soup just out of the pot." Wu Xie put his own bowl on the small table at the side first, and handed Zhang Qiling's bowl to him.

Zhang Qiling held the bowl with the injured hand and used the other hand to hold the spoon, took a mouthful of soup, and brought it to his mouth steadily.The hot soup was still smelling white, Zhang Qiling blew on it twice, and slowly drank it into his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Wu Xie asked impatiently, as if hoping to be praised.

"It's pretty good." Zhang Qiling didn't think about it, and then he drank a bowl of soup in a big mouth in a short while, and Wu Xie urged him to eat the chicken legs.