The reborn brother is not easy to mess with [Chang Tian]

"Yes." Zhao Chen nodded, "Master said that he used to be like this often and healed many people. I told Master about the situation in Lingtang. Master said that he had seen a few people like this. It is very likely cured."

He Dahu was overjoyed when he heard that, "Your master really said that?"

Zhao Chen nodded.

He Dahu felt that Zhao Chen didn't need to lie to himself, and his father's current situation, no matter what method, as long as there was hope, they would dare to try.

So without further ado, he hurriedly took Zhao Chen to He's house.

The He family is very dilapidated. The walls of the adobe brick and tile house have been exposed to wind, sun and rain for many years. The walls have fallen off. Compared with thatched cottages, it is not much better.

He Shanbao had been waiting at home, and when he saw that Zhao Chen was the only one coming, his heart skipped a beat.

After Zhao Chen explained the reason, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had doubts, he didn't say much like his son He Dahu, and immediately invited Zhao Chen into the house.

Zhao Chen saw their anxiety, so he didn't exchange too many greetings, and asked directly, "Where is the patient?"

I don't know if there are too many cases like this, or if the country people don't have so many rules, He's father and son quickly took him to the house where Hu Jinqiu lived.

After being ill for two years, Hu Jinqiu was already so thin that he lost his appearance, his face was pale, his cheekbones protruded, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were black and blue.

Maybe it was because her husband and son had told him that Hu Jinqiu was not surprised to see Zhao Chen coming in. He sat up from the bed with some difficulty, smiled at Zhao Chen, and then coughed again.

Hu Jinqiu hurriedly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, but blood still leaked from his fingers.

Seeing that he was vomiting blood again, He's father and son hurried forward to serve him.

Zhao Chen frowned. Hu Jinqiu's illness looked more serious than he had imagined.

After Hu Jinqiu's condition eased, he sat down to take the patient's pulse, and then carefully asked about the patient's usual symptoms. He Shanbao and his son had already mentioned most of them yesterday, and now they are just adding a little bit.

"Brother Zhao, what do you think? Can it be cured?" He Dahu asked anxiously. After asking, he remembered that Zhao Chen was only a 'talented student' now, so he was sure, so he couldn't help but embarrass himself.

In fact, Zhao Chen had already confirmed his conjecture that Hu Jinqiu really had tuberculosis.

Tuberculosis is fatal in this era, but it is not a big deal in the modern age of advanced medicine, and he also knows how to treat it.

However, he still remembered his current identity, so he didn't give a definite answer. He only said: "I'll go to the mountain to explain the situation to Master. If you are in a hurry, wait for me at the thatched cottage later. I will tell you the answer when I come back." , and give you the prescription by the way."

The He family father and son were very grateful to see him so dedicated.

He Shanbao said somewhat cautiously: "You just went to the mountains today, and now you go again, will you be too tired? We can talk about it tomorrow."

Zhao Chen didn't go to the mountains at all in the morning, so he was naturally not tired, so he shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a walk, it's nothing."

Without delay after finishing speaking, he returned to the thatched cottage under the watchful eyes of He's father and son.

Chen Jiu has woken up from her lunch break and is doing embroidery in the space.

Zhao Chen went in and saw it, and couldn't help but come closer to have a look.

"Can Uncle Hu's illness be cured?" When she was embroidering at home, she was often watched by others, but it was rare for Chen Jiu to look up and ask about Hu Jinqiu's illness without embarrassment.

He doesn't go out often, and he can count on one hand the number of times he has seen Hu Jinqiu. He doesn't have a deep impression of him, but he only remembers that he is a kind person with a three-pointed smile on his face.

In his previous life, he was sick in bed when he heard the suona playing the funeral music that resounded throughout the village.

Father and Lan's lamented that Hu Jinqiu passed away at a young age, which was a pity, but he was a little envious, he was relieved when he died, why didn't he die?

Now he doesn't have the idea of ​​wishing himself to die soon, but he feels it's a pity.

"Yes, as long as they cooperate well, healing is not a problem." Zhao Chen affirmed, looking at the silk in Chen Jiu's hand, he couldn't help being surprised.

Although Chen Jiu only embroidered two small flowers, it can be seen that this embroiderer is much better than the embroiderers who sold it to Rust Workshop yesterday.

If [-] is a perfect score, the embroiderers who sold those embroidery products could score [-] points at most, but now they have reached more than [-] points.

Was it because Chen Jiu was originally hiding his clumsiness, or...

Chen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, smiled slightly, and said sincerely, "That's good."

Zhao Chen regained his senses and stopped thinking about it.

The truth is not important, what is important is that Chen Jiu, an embroiderer, and the patterns he saw in later generations are enough to raise the price of silk a lot.

So he stopped talking about Hu Jinqiu's illness, and shifted the topic to embroidery, "In my world, there are many fresh patterns. I will draw them and see if they can be used."

Chen Jiu looked at him, feeling a little shocked.

Knows medical skills, can read and write, cooks delicious food, can make money, can make medicine, and even knows embroidery that only women and brothers can touch. What else can this person not know?

However, he was quite curious about what kind of tricks Zhao Chen would draw.

In the previous life, Zhao Chen's mother was a well-known beautiful cartoonist. Zhao Chen had been fascinated by it since he was a child. Although he didn't learn it specially, he could barely draw a little bit.

Therefore, Zhao Chen felt that drawing a few embroidery patterns would not be a problem for him.

However, when he finished writing, he found that his hands were not in control at all, not to mention drawing, even the lines were crooked, like a child scribbling.

"Maybe it's been too long since I painted, my hand is raw."

Zhao Chen looked at the snake-like line on the paper, frowned, and was about to try again, when a system voice sounded in his mind: "Dear customer, your current body has not activated this skill, may I ask you to activate it now?" Activate it? Only 100 taels of silver!"

"Friendly reminder: Our headquarters has assessed the customer's ability, and the customer is currently able to credit 100 taels!"

Zhao Chen: "...Why didn't I know that the skill needs to be activated before?"

System: "It's like this. Everyone's body has more or less limitations. Some things can be learned easily, and some things can't be learned at all. In most cases, as long as you work hard, you will get some grades. The host Those things I know are because the body in the previous life had such talent, but the current body does not have the slightest talent for drawing, so the host cannot use this skill, it can only be used by activating the power of the system."

"Is this a side effect of time travel?"

System: "It's still different. Even in the previous life, the host's body is limited, and not everything can be learned."

Zhao Chen thought for a while, and it seemed to be the same.

But he won a life, so he doesn't care about not having this skill, which is not outstanding in the first place, but he has to understand the limitations of this body, otherwise in the future, he will find that some things he knows can't be used in unexpected situations, and it will be a big trouble .

Although you can spend money to activate the system, who knows if the system will always be reliable?

So, he asked the question in his mind.

The system quickly replied: "This body only has no talent for painting, and has more or less a little bit of other skills, so it does not affect the host's use of other skills."

Zhao Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

The system said again: "Stimulate one? It's really a bargain!"

Zhao Chen didn't know how profitable it would be to spend 100 taels for a skill that he didn't use very much.

Besides, skills are yours only if you have learned them down-to-earth. They are acquired by external forces. Once the external forces are withdrawn, they will fall badly.

With that money, he might as well buy other real things.

So he didn't answer the system's question, and asked directly: "Then do you have an album? The one that fits this era but is more interesting, and the exquisite one is fine."

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