The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

Just looking at his back, anyone would think that he was crying, and crying very sadly.

However, the fact is that Arnold felt that the scene he acted was too embarrassing, and he accidentally couldn't hold back his laughter.

When Cong Yan and Situ Yan saw him covering his mouth and holding back his laughter, their expressions were extremely strange.

When it came to this point, Murong Zhuo couldn't argue with anything, and he didn't have the face to stay any longer.

He flung his sleeves and left, and Miracle Doctor Lan and the short and thin servant who came with him naturally had to follow.

When the footsteps of the three of them completely disappeared, Anol had enough of laughing.

So he suppressed his smile, walked slowly back to sit by the charcoal stove, took a sip of the tea, and moistened his dry throat.

Seeing him like this, the expressions of Situ Yan and Cong Yan suddenly became even weirder.

Arnold saw the difference in their faces, put down his teacup, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, do you have something to say?"

Situ Yan's eyes were dark, and he asked immediately, "Have you never liked that person?"

Anol shook his head frankly: "No."

Situ Yan's face paled, he nodded and said nothing.

Anol turned his eyes to Cong Yan, who hesitated to speak.

Cong Yan hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "Master Mu really has unspeakable thoughts about Master?"

Arnold told the truth: "He did tell me his heart."

Cong Yan frowned: "So, the reason why he helped me at the beginning was to plot against the master who really wanted to help me?!"

Arnold nodded: "That's true."

Then his scheming is too deep, if he fulfills his wish, but treats his master badly in the future, then it means that he, Cong Yan, has harmed his master.

I did not harm Bo Renbo, but Ren died because of me.

Just thinking about such a thing, Cong Yan suddenly felt full of fear.

He immediately said: "Then he can't be considered my benefactor. From now on, the only benefactor of Cong Yan is you, the master."

Anol shook his head and said: "Don't say such things in the future. You have helped me a lot over the past year. The debts to be repaid have long been exhausted."

Cong Yan disagreed with this statement very much, and couldn't help retorting in a very rare way: "That's not the case. The master of Cong Yan's gang does all small things, and they are all part of his duty."

"But the master has not only helped Cong Yan, but also rebuilt him. Even if Cong Yan repays the favor with the master for a lifetime, he can't finish it."

Anol smiled and stopped arguing with him.

One is because Cong Yan admits to death, and can't tell the result.

The second is that the sick victims who received the porridge came back, and they should be busy.

Today, the three of them were still busy until it was getting dark before finishing work.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, officers and soldiers came to expel them on the grounds that they disturbed the order of the victims.

Fortunately, Arnold had the foresight, and showed the officers and soldiers on the spot the approval document for the opening of free clinics stamped by the government in the city.

The menacing officers and soldiers had to leave in dismay.

Otherwise, the free clinic may die halfway.

This night, the people staying in the hospital shed were still A Nuoer who was hiding his small thoughts, and Situ Yan who was also hiding his small thoughts.

Cong Yan took the donkey back to the inn to rest before the city gate closed.

The lights in the hospital shed were dimly lit, shaking with the wind.

Arnold used this little light to lay out the car bed.

Situ Yan followed him, helping him from time to time.

After the bed was made, Anol looked at him with a smile and asked, "Is it convenient for Changhua to go to the forest?"

Situ Yan, who had just been there not long ago, shook his head.

"Then rest." Arnold said as he turned around and closed the wooden door at the entrance and exit of the medical shed.

Then he got on the couch with his clothes and lay sideways on the wooden bed.

Situ Yan then put out the charcoal fire, blew out the lamp and got on the couch, lying sideways on the outside of the wooden bed with his clothes on.

The two were still sleeping face to face.

There is no moon tonight, and the hospital shed is pitch black.

Just as Arnold was about to close his eyes and slow down his breathing to pretend to be asleep, Situ Yan suddenly said in a seemingly endless voice, "Nine Turns Jade Dew Rejuvenation Pill, is it an extremely rare holy medicine?"

Although what he said was endless, as a pharmaceutical person, Arnold would not fail to understand it.

He said indifferently: "It's not too rare, as long as there are enough medicinal materials, I can refine it."

"Did you develop this medicine yourself? Besides you, is there anyone else in this world who can refine it?" Situ Yan purposely lowered his voice when he said this, his voice was unavoidably low.

Arnold knew why he was like this, so he couldn't help but said softly: "I developed it myself. When I developed it, I also referred to many ancient recipes. Except for me, no one in this world knows how to refine it."

"Is that really the case!" Situ Yan said in a lower voice, "Is Anuoer always so sincere to everyone?"

"Of course not." Arnold said with a smile, "I will only treat you so sincerely."

Hearing this, Situ Yan's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help murmuring: "A Nuoer..."

Arnold responded, "Well, I'm here."

Situ Yan was silent for a moment, then Fang said: "It's getting late, we should rest."

Arnold, who thought he would say something, bent his lips and smiled in response: "Okay."

-

The sky has been cloudy for several days in a row, but there has been no rain.

One mile away from Pingcheng, a large number of disaster victims would arrive every day upon hearing the news.

At this time, even some ordinary people in the city who had no food and rice to feed their stomachs dragged their families to the places where the victims of the disaster gathered outside the city to get porridge to feed their stomachs.

As more and more disaster victims gathered outside Pingcheng, the rice grains in the porridge food distributed by the government porridge shed became less and less day by day.

Several well-to-do households in the city who set up soup sheds were gradually unable to provide more food to help the victims.

The porridge sheds became less and less day by day, and in the end only the porridge sheds set up by the government remained, and they still put porridge twice a day on time.

A few days later, the government's granaries were about to run out, so they had to change the frequency of porridge, and only put porridge once a day.

Tens of thousands of victims can only receive a bowl of gruel in the morning, which is better than nothing. They can barely eat and live on.

If it weren't for the government's announcement to the disaster victims, the imperial court has sent people to deliver relief food for them, and it will be delivered in a few days.

There will be chaos for the victims who are starved of food.

But even so, it couldn't stop the extremely hungry victims from digging grass roots and bark in search of insects and ants, eating almost everything.

One day, Arnold even saw that some extremely hungry victims picked out the medicine dregs dumped by sick victims out of the soil, stuffed them into their mouths, chewed them, and swallowed them.

There are even some victims who have mixed into the ranks of the sick victims, intending to pretend that the patients have obtained a pair of medicinal materials that do not cost money, so that they can drink to satisfy their hunger.

This also directly led to the fact that even though Arnold opened a free clinic for more than ten days in a row, the number of disaster victims who came to see him every day continued to increase instead of decrease.

At this time, the price of grain in the city soared, and a bucket of rice was worth one or two gold, and there was no market for it.

Restaurants, noodle shops and other shops have closed their doors one after another because of the sky-high food prices.

Even the inn can no longer provide three meals for the guests, and the fodder in the inn is also exhausted.

In this way, it is meaningless for Cong Yan to go back to the city every night to stay.

Arnold simply retreated from the inn room, letting Cong Yan also live in the medical shed outside the city, and the three of them slept together on the floor.

Only in this way, they will be even more busy.

During the day, they not only need to diagnose and dispense medicines for the sick victims, but also take time to fetch water for drinking from the big river three miles away, and also need to take some time to travel around to collect grass for the donkey Dahui.

And, in addition to this, they have to guard against those extremely hungry victims day and night, and they can't help but attack the fat and strong Dahui.

Just when the medicinal materials and dry food bags prepared by Anol and others were about to run out, and the patience of the hungry victims was about to run out, the food relief team escorted by the imperial court finally arrived in Xiping County.

This also means that, at most one more day, the victims will be able to fill their stomachs.

The moment the news came, the victims cheered loudly.

Even the sick victims who were suffering from illness could not help but smile.

Anol quietly let out a long breath of relief, thinking to himself, he finally doesn't have to worry about sneaking around to replenish medicinal materials and dry food in the medical material cloth bag and dry food bag.

With such a mood, Arnold's attitude became much gentler when he was seeing patients.

However, sometimes a good attitude does not seem to be a good thing.

There will always be those who bully the weak and fear the hard, who will not know what is good and what is bad, and make progress.

No, Arnold tried to persuade the disaster victim pretending to be a patient in front of him to give up medicine to satisfy his hunger, but he couldn't resist the groaning/groaning of his illness. Instead, he accused him of being a quack doctor with no medical ethics who could not diagnose the cause of the disease.

Looking at the man who was full of accusations, Arnold turned his gentle face down and sneered coldly: "Do you think I have no medical ethics and am a quack doctor?"

The man slapped the table and got up, cursing: "That's right. You are a fucking quack doctor with no medical ethics. My stomachache is unbearable, but you fucking can't diagnose the cause, and even accused Sang Huai of pretending to be a patient. Just to plot against your medicinal ingredients!"

"Damn! Who cares about your little medicinal materials! It's hard to say, but it may not be able to cure my illness! You said that you are not a fucking quack doctor, what else can you be!?"

"The genius doctor Lan has the holy medicine that can cure all diseases. What do you have? The rotten medicinal materials that are so miserable? The genius doctor Lan treats people with medicines to cure all diseases, what about you?"

"I saw with my own eyes that a person from the same village as me has been drinking for almost half a month, and the rotten herbs you prescribed have not seen any improvement in his condition."

"Do you know medical skills? Damn! In my opinion, you are a fucking liar for fame! As a brother, it's okay to stay at home with your husband and teach your children, and even run out to show your face. It's not at all To avoid suspicion and diagnose a man, I think you are really a bloody mess!"

As soon as this remark came out, both Cong Yan and Situ Yan, as well as the sick victims waiting for medical treatment, all showed anger.

Only Arnold was not only not angry, but even laughed.

He raised his hand to stop Situ Yan and Cong Yan who were about to make a move, forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​doing it, and said with a sneer: "Since your Excellency thinks that Divine Doctor Lan's medical skills are more superb, then go to him for treatment. My temple here is too small to tolerate you." Respect the Great Buddha, walk slowly and don’t see him off.”

The man cursed and said: "Let's go! If you stay any longer, I'm really afraid that you, a quack doctor, might misdiagnose me with some serious illness. I don't want to drink your bitter herbs for half a month."