Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

Chapter 68 Zhao Liangs Injury



"It's good to take a look." The reason he brought Ning Tian over was to see if Ning Du was suitable for him to learn medicine.

Right now, Zhao Liang was injured, and was precisely the time to test the standards of the Mr Xue.

Mr Xue knew about Zhao Liang's injuries from village head's wife's mouth, he turned around and returned to his room, while holding onto a medicine box.

He walked to Ning Yan and placed the medicine box in his hands: "My arms and legs are old, I can't lift it. Young people need to work harder."

"…" The veins on Ning Yan's forehead fiercely throbbed.

She did understand that there was no way she could reject him, nor would she want to reject him. However, could Old Man Xue not be so boastful about what she had said, that she did not want to mention it at all.

On the way to the Zhao Family residence, the Mr Xue's gaze fell on Ning Yan and became more and more sharp. Ning Yan felt extremely helpless. What exactly did the old man want to say? "Focus, you'll have to heal Big Brother Zhao later."

"Girl Ning, you are suspecting my medical skills. Why don't you try?" As Mr Xue's words fell, Ning Yan received her cold stare.

Alright, let's stop talking. No matter how you look at it, you won't die from being stared at.

Mr Xue acted as if he had won a battle, and became even more arrogant. The beard on his mouth began to blow.

A beard? If Rong Qingchen also had a beard, he probably wouldn't be so beautiful … A long beard should be more convenient than plastering it on your face every day

Ning Yan pondered and thought about it. When Rong Qingchen comes back, he would discuss it with him.

When he reached the village head's home, he could see the village chief from afar, standing at the door with his back bent. From time to time, he would glance over, and the moment he saw the Old Man Xue, the village chief's stooped body straightened up.

Taking a few quick steps, he arrived in front of Mr Xue. "You're finally here.

"Lead the way." Towards the village chief, Mr Xue put on an appearance of a master who had gone out of the world. The Mr Xue obviously knew where the village head's home was. He only asked the village head to lead the way because he did not want the village head to be by his side.

The village chief, who loved his son dearly, did not understand the hidden meaning behind Mr Xue's words. He hastily walked to the front and opened the door, gesturing for them to come in.

Mr Xue walked in, and followed him into a green tile room.

The moment he walked into the room from the courtyard, he still couldn't see anything clearly. After the room got used to it, the Mr Xue walked over to the bedside.

Sitting on the side of the bed was a woman, Zhao Liang's wife, Mrs. Su.

Mrs. Su wiped her eyes with a handkerchief from time to time.

"What are you crying for, you haven't died yet. You don't have the eyesight, so why aren't you letting the Mr Xue escape?" village head's wife saw Mrs. Su's attitude and directly kicked him out.

Mrs. Su immediately stood up, sobbed and moved to the door.

Ning Yan moved closer to Wu Baoshi and saw the situation on the bed clearly.

Zhao Liang laid on the bed with his eyes closed, a layer of dry skin covering his lips. His face was sallow and the clothes on his chest had also turned red.

Mr Xue looked at the medicine box in Ning Yan's hand, Ning Yan stepped forward and placed the box on the table.

Mr Xue took out a pair of scissors from inside, and cut Zhao Liang's clothes into pieces.

There was an arrow sticking out of the wound, and the shaft had been broken.

village head's wife looked at Mr Xue's serious face and gathered up his courage to ask: "Sir, is there any hope for my son?"

"The old man is only Mr. Feng Shui, not an immortal. How would I know?" As the Mr Xue spoke, he stood up and took out a jade bottle from the medicine box.

A jade bottle came flying over, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted into his nose. Ning Yan looked at the bottle in Mr Xue's hands in shock.

"What are you looking at? This thing was taken from a Taoist. It's only this little, I won't give it to you."

"…" If it was really that small, how could the stingy old man use it on Zhao Liang? Ning Yan did not believe the words of the Mr Xue.

However, was it made by a Daoist priest?

It was also possible that Daoists would study some medicinal pills every day. They would dare to eat Five Rock Powder for food, or they would dare to carry radioactive items with them. What couldn't they do?

Mr Xue cleaned his wound using alcohol and turned to look at Ning Yan: "Give him some of the anesthetic powder."

"…" Ning Yan silently took out the glass bottle from her waist.

He poured the medicinal powder out and threw it on the wound. "It's done."

"I'll pull the arrow out later. Remember to stop the bleeding."

"…" To be used as a nurse, that thought flashed past her mind. Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out from the wound in front of him, and Ning Yan placed the medicine bag on the wound.

Using all his might to block the wound, the instant the medicine bag was dyed completely to replace the medicine bag, Mr Xue opened a paper bag and scattered the medicine powder on the wound.

The white medicinal powder was dyed red, Ning Yan picked up the clean medicinal package and stuck it onto the medicinal powder.

Mr Xue took out a bandage and wrapped it around Zhao Lang's chest.

"I'm going to get some medicine. Hurry up and get the medicine from the county hospital. Three bowls of water for a bowl, we need speed."

After Mr Xue finished speaking, he had already written down the prescription in his hands. He passed it to the village chief, and the Mr Xue began to walk out.

Mrs. Su, who had a bitter face, walked to the front of Mr Xue: "That's good, when will you be able to recover?"

"Who knows? Whether or not you can recover will depend on you guys. Just wait on them and don't let anyone move. Don't let the mood fluctuate too much …" After giving his orders, the Mr Xue walked towards the main gate.

Mrs. Su's bitter face, no matter who saw it, would feel uncomfortable.

Only now did Ning Yan have the chance to observe her two children who had followed them.

Wu Baoshi's face paled a little. Just now, Zhao Liang had lost a lot of blood, but he seemed to be frightened, but seeing that the blood didn't cry, and he could even see the end of it from the beginning, it was pretty good. After all, he was still a child.

If there was more than enough time... Nothing changed.

"Mr Xue, do you want to accept a disciple?"

"You?" Mr Xue looked at Ning Yan.

If he accepted Ning Yan as his disciple, there would definitely be no problem. The little girl still had a lot of things hidden inside her mind. If she didn't force it, she would only hide them.

Ning Yan extended her hand and pointed at Ning Zu and Wu Baoshi.

"..."

Mr Xue's face changed. He could accept disciples, but he had to look at people … If the two brats couldn't recognize the words, how could they learn medicine? He was already an old man and did not want to take care of children. "Young Lady Ning, are you joking?"

"What do you think?"

"…" Mr Xue's beard started to blow.

"I'm not helping people with their children. I'm busy studying the human body."

"Dissection?"

"…" The corner of Mr Xue's mouth twitched, how could this person be so daring … Can you say something like that just by dissecting it? What if someone heard him?

"You really won't teach me?" Ning Yan continued to ask.

"You can guarantee that these two children won't cry or make a ruckus. They are very obedient."

"…" Ning Yan lowered his head, his gaze shifting between Ning and Wu Baoshi, and said in the end: "These two children will cry once, you can bring them back, how about this, you have to bring some time to observe and feel that this is a suitable place to take in disciples, if it's not suitable, I won't make things difficult for you."

"So easy to talk to." Mr Xue looked at Ning Yan suspiciously.

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