So the patient guessed that there might be something wrong with the interior of the dark street. Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive for thousands of years, and suddenly it would not appear again.
It turned out that the patient was really right.
Indeed, there was something wrong with the interior of the dark street, because their owner, who came down in one continuous line, died.
Liu Liang can guarantee that if he doesn't meet her today, this Wenting will die. No one can help him repair the pill field, and no one can calm his crazy anger.
And his result is only one, that is, his whole body is supported by those Qi, and the process will be very painful, even tragic.
Now that she has saved this man, can she still be in the dark street in the future, eat so many good things, and continue to buy antiques?
She likes it here very much. No matter how long she eats, she is not tired of eating. There are mountains and water, good things to eat, and antiques to buy. Moreover, the atmosphere here is enough. If it really doesn't exist in the future, it's a pity.
"Benefactor."
Wen Ting's benefactor is quite Leiliu Liang.
And some of her can't accept such a title, really.
"You can call me Dr. Liu."
Liu Liang still feels that it is better to call a doctor. Anyway, now he is her patient.
"Are you a doctor?"
Wen stopped by accident. He thought Liu Liang was an expert from outside the world. Unexpectedly, she was still a doctor.
"Yes, if it's fake, it's a doctor in a big hospital." not long ago, Liu Liang added in her heart that she is still a talented surgeon.
"Then you know my... Illness?"
Wen Ting knows his body. His body has long been broken. It can be said that it is scarred and full of holes. It can't even stand any toss. What's more, he knows that his time is coming and may be recent.
He has already explained what happened behind him, but he didn't expect to survive. What's more, the damage in his Dantian seems to be better. His cold body can feel a trace of warmth, and also recover some strength.
This is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors.
"Are you sick?"
Liu Liang lazily propped up her face on the table.
"Isn't it?"
Wen stopped laughing a little bitter.
"Who injured your Dantian?"
Liu Liang asked bluntly, "people of practice are not easy to get sick. Dantian becomes injured. This is not a disease, nor is it within the scope of illness. It can also be said that which expert you were beaten into this miserable picture?"
Wen Ting's face, which had no blood color, became more and more pale in an instant.
"Stop it!"
Zeng Xubai never spoke. Seeing that Liu Liang scared people, he knocked her on the head directly.
"All right."
Liu Liang is most afraid to stop making fun of Zeng's narration. Even if she's joking, she won't open it. It's taking other people's pain to build her own happiness. She hasn't changed too much. What's more, she's a doctor.
"You want to ask, can I save you?"
Wen stopped the colorless lip wriggling for a long time, and finally said a yes, not because he was cowardly, but because he had long been desperate, after hope again and again, more despair.
He has long had no expectations for his life.
If Liu Liang says yes, it's his life.
If she says no, it's his life. He doesn't blame anyone. His life should be like this. He admits it.
Liu Liang sat up straight and put away the joking face. At this time, just as she was in the hospital, the high cold can't be violated and can't object.
"Your disease, well, I can cure it."
First of all, she can cure, cure, and even give him another chance. It can not only get him out of his present half dead state, but also improve his skills.
If he used to be an expert in Xuanmen, he will become a top expert later.
Wen Ting hasn't spoken yet. If it's accurate, it can be said that he may not have reacted or digested what Liu Liang said.
Can cure, that is to say, she can live, he can still live?
As a result, at this time, there was a sound of something breaking at the door.
Then a woman almost ran over. Before Liu Liang said anything, the woman bent her knees and knelt on the ground
"Ask Dr. Liu to save my master's life. Haitang is willing to be an ox, a horse, a slave and a maid to repay Dr. Liu for saving his life."
Liu Liang was almost scared to death by her kneeling.
She was really scared just now, didn't she?
What era is it? Kneeling is kneeling. He died early in the morning.
This dark street is good everywhere, but it's a little, No.
This antique atmosphere is quite good, but now it's really not ancient. There's no need to kneel. How can people who grow up under the red flag and accept equality between men and women accept the kneeling ceremony of others.
Others don't know, but Liu Liang can't stand it. She can't stand it.
"We have something to say. Can you get up first?"
What an enchanting woman she used to be, like the gold inlaid jade in Longmen Inn, she has a strong sense of substitution, but now she is crying and kneeling. She is a little poor. Liu Liang feels guilty for a moment.
"If Dr. Liu doesn't agree, Begonia can't get up on his knees."
Begonia shook his head and knelt straight on the ground. His face was firm and humble.
"Begonia, get up first."
Wen couldn't help coughing again. It was not easy for him to have a good body. It seemed that he couldn't work again. There was a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat.
Liu Liang took out a small porcelain vase.
"Take a piece of melted water and give it to him first. I have something to ask you."
Begonia reached out and was about to pick up the bottle of medicine. As a result, Liu Liang took it back and made Begonia feel inexplicable.
Didn't you give it just now? Why don't you give it now?
Liu Liang poured out two pills from the medicine bottle and put her hand in front of Zeng Xubai.
Zeng Xubai took one and threw it in her mouth. Liu Liang picked up another one. Like Zeng Xubai, she ate it herself.
"Here you are."
She gave the porcelain bottle to Haitang again.
How can things at the entrance be casual?
Liu Liang just doesn't want to be in trouble and doesn't want others to doubt the efficacy of the drugs she has made. The efficacy is absolutely not bad. Of course, there is no poison. See, she is a performance of physical and mental independence.
Begonia smiled gratefully at Liu Liang. This was a careful little bottle. A pill the size of a small soybean had no other taste. After it turned into water, it had a faint smell of grass.
She hurried over and put the cup in front of Wen Ting.