Master Pharmacist!Please take medicine!

The Shogunate's siege continued, and more and more samurai died on the land they were sworn to guard.

The loess washed by the torrential rain looked muddy and filthy.

"Are you leaving too?" Shui Xiu stood at the door, looking at the medical captain who had packed his luggage.

The gray-haired old man stopped with his withered hands, and the usually capable and serious old man suddenly became old.he hunched over

"I'm getting old and useless. It's good to go back early and hold more grandchildren."

Deceiving.

Shuixiu and Captain met for the first time on a hillside. The old man was carrying a basket on his back to collect herbs.Seeing her coming on a white tiger, he stopped her and asked if she was the white tiger pharmacist.He stopped her with great arrogance, and dragged her into the team with both men and tigers.

She knows the old man's bloodliness better than anyone else, and the injured never dared to complain in front of the old man.As soon as someone complained that the medicine was bitter and didn't want to drink it, the old man would give that person a violent slap, and shouted viciously:

"What a shame! No matter how much you babble like a bitch, I'll pour it in through your nose!"

Not like a doctor, but like a bandit.

But such an old man couldn't hold on any longer, and wanted to take his last time and his last lofty aspirations to leave in despair.

She doesn't understand what war is, but in the current scene, she always feels that there is a fire in her heart, which is firmly stuck in her chest, and her soul seems to be burning.

At night, the young soldiers always cry in a low voice. During the day, they have to face the wounded corpses of their comrades who fought side by side. The world is huge, but there seems to be no place for a group of them.

Shuixiu stood blankly outside the door, and the old man looked at him when he walked out, with guilt and kindness in his cloudy eyes.The frail girl is alone in men's clothing, wandering through the dangerous world alone, how can it not make people feel distressed.

"You always say that you heal and save people because of your promise to the old man," the old man said tremblingly, "but you are working harder than anyone else, as if you are making atonement. You are young, but you don't have a smile all day long, but your medical skills No one can beat it."

The old man sighed leisurely, "Because how many of you have escaped the gate of hell, why do you bother to suppress yourself all day long?"

The old man raised his old and weak legs and continued to walk forward, the girl's clear voice sounded

"Won't you come back?"

The old man raised his chin slightly, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, his eyes were full of mourning for the broken mountains and rivers, two lines of tears just fell straight down

"We have no reason to fight."

The footsteps of the old man gradually drifted away.Shuixiu has been standing at the door without looking back.

I don't know how long it took, but her limbs became stiff.Juro rubbed her fur against her and let out a whimper.

"Teacher, where are you, Shuixiu, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

The base shifted a few times, and their numbers dwindled.At the beginning, the battle of the mighty people with lofty ideals against barbarians is now no more than a hundred people.Shuixiu also ended the situation where he used to be busy with smoke from his forehead, wishing he could stay in the medical team 24 hours a day and 25 hours a day.

After she was free, she felt empty and uncomfortable.Sitting in the corridor all day long, teasing Juro, he couldn't find the energy to do other things.Being idle all day long and panicking, he took Shiro to Yilie mountain.

In the bushes and in the mountains, there is a large area of ​​red and red, and the water sleeves look dazed.In the past, in the private school, she always picked some mountain reds at this time of year.Children are always prone to gluttony, and if they eat too much, they tend to have diarrhea. This mountain is so red that it helps digestion.It was intended to be sour and sweet, and children like it for making pastries. Every year, Yinsang would take more of it while she was not paying attention.

Since I left the private school for so many years, I haven't done it once.

The white fingers covered the fruit and picked it off together with the branches and leaves.

Wash the Shanlihong, drain the water, put it in an iron pot, add firewood and cook it. When the fire is turned on, pick up the Shanlihong, put a layer of cloth bag, and smash it finely with a rolling pin.The mountain red is astringent, with a bit of acetic acid aroma spreading.

"What is Xiao Shuixiu doing to eat? Teacher, I am lucky again."

Songyang's gentle voice murmured in his mind, Shuisuu opened his phoenix eyes, his hands froze, the rolling pin spun on the table a few times, and fell into the pot with a "poof", hot boiling water splashed on Shuixiu's arms.

"What are you thinking?!" Yinsang, who had been hiding aside, walked forward in twos and threes, grabbing Shuixiu's arm to check the injury.The white jade-like arm was hot and dark red, and it was slightly black.

"What cakes do you make alone?" Yinsang's scarlet eyes flicked slightly.

However, Shui Xiu seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, her phoenix eyes were empty and she looked at the front, her mouth was moving, her voice was barely audible

"Yin Sang, can we save the teacher?"

The girl's slender wrists grabbed the front of Yinsang's clothes, and her whole body was trembling

"If, I said if, we can't save the teacher, what should we do?"

Yinsang was taken aback, the girl was small in stature, and the top of her head was just touching the boy's chin, he carefully pulled the sleeves over, his scarlet eyes were full of solemnity

"No, I promise you that I will definitely rescue the teacher."

"Must, otherwise, I won't forgive, myself..."

Shan Lihong, who was broken into a blood-red pool in the stove, looked at the two comforting each other in loneliness with pity, for the vow that was about to be broken.

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