Chapter 344

"Don't bother."

Lao Wu waved his hand, "you can still eat fish here."

"Take out?"

Liu Liang doesn't care. As long as she can eat fish, she can live anywhere. She still manages to eat and live.

Well, Liu Liang didn't refuse.

She and Zeng Xubai lived in directly and didn't even bring their own luggage, but Lao Wu, the housekeeper, really didn't do it for nothing. He arranged everything like his mother.

The clothes and toiletries are all good. The rooms arranged for them are also a single yard. Outside the yard are planted with bamboo or a large bamboo forest.

The wind blows gently, and the sound of bamboo shadow and sound is like that in ancient times. With a sword drawn and waved, the bamboo is broken, or take a bamboo flute and play a song of Jianghu.

It's Liu Liang. That's not what I think.

She has been squatting on the edge of bamboo for half an hour.

Miss Liu, what are you doing here?

Lao Wu hurried over. As soon as he heard that Liu Liang didn't know what to do, when he sent her something, she squatted in front of the bamboo. He sent it again. He still squatted. He would come later and squat here. Wouldn't he be evil?

Lao Wu also squatted down, but there was nothing here. It was planted more than ten years ago. They looked at it every day and didn't find any difference.

Liu Liang turned her head slowly, and then blinked innocently, "I'm looking for bamboo shoots. I haven't eaten fresh bamboo shoots yet."

Lao Wu "..."

"There are no bamboo shoots here."

"Oh," Liu Liang stood up, "no, then don't look."

"Uncle Wu is not good."

A man stumbled over, "go and have a look. The old man is ill again."

Lao Wu's face changed, his arms and legs were old, but his running speed was ten times faster.

Liu Liang looked back at the large bamboo forest. She didn't understand why there were no bamboo shoots to eat?

Then she followed Lao Wu again.

In the house, Huo Lao was lying on the ground in pain. Several big and thick men pressed him desperately. They were not afraid of him smashing things. Instead, he would hurt himself or end his life directly.

Huo Lao's face was as white as paper at this time. There was a big cold sweat above his forehead. The blue tendons on his neck also burst. His eyes were red as if they were bleeding.

He kept yelling, his hands tightened hard, and hit the ground hard.

"Master!"

As soon as Lao Wu came in, he ran over. He also knelt on the ground and grasped Huo Lao's wrist. "First, bear it. If we find someone who can cure the disease, you will be fine."

Old Huo's turbid eyes seem to have become clearer, but they soon turn red. Such pain is not tolerable. It has been extremely painful. I don't want to live anymore.

Living a day is torture, pain and pain.

"Where's the medicine? Get the medicine quickly!" he shouted at the crowd around him and brought the master's medicine quickly.

"Uncle Wu, it's useless," the man on one side couldn't help blushing. "The master drank the medicine, but it doesn't matter."

"Take it again."

Lao Wu kicked the man in the leg. "If one doesn't work, take two, if two doesn't work, just three, go get it, go get it!" he shouted madly.

The man was also scared and ran out, "I'll get it now."

Just then, a white and delicate hand stretched out and put it on Huo Lao's forehead.

Almost in an instant.

Huo's body was twitching all the time. His tight skin and flesh relaxed slowly, and even his clenched fist loosened.

The eyes that had been red also closed.

If it weren't for his chest, Lao Wu almost thought that Huo didn't survive.

"It's all right."

Lao Wu sat on the ground, "is it really all right?"

"Well, it's all right." Liu Liang moved her hand from Huo Lao's head. It seems that Huo Lao has survived.

"What are you still doing here?"

Lao Wu kicked the people next to him angrily.

"Don't help the master to the bed soon. How cold the floor is."

Several people were all hands and feet. This was the way to carry Huo Lao to the bed. Huo Lao slept well and snored.

Lao Wu couldn't help wiping his face with his sleeve. He hasn't slept well for a long time. For decades, he hasn't had a good day. Now he snores like others.

"Uncle Wu."

Liu Liang squats in front of Lao Wu.

"You get up first."

Then she picked up Lao Wu.

Lao Wu wiped his face with his sleeve again. "I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Liu Liang doesn't want to laugh. He's just a man of temperament.

"Thank you."

Lao Wu stood up and was grateful that he could turn his tears into a yellow river.

"I didn't do anything."

Liu Liang didn't admit it.

"Even if you didn't do anything, but as long as you come, the master won't hurt any more."

Mr. Wu remembered that every time Mr. Huo lived worse than death, he survived one pass after another. I've never seen him stop the pain so quickly.

Maybe the painkillers worked.

See, Liu Liang is very satisfied with her excuses.

She is such a clever little girl.

"Those drugs..."

Lao Wu shook his head with a bitter smile. "I know those drugs have no effect on the master."

"No matter how much you eat, you can't stop the pain. When people hurt to the extreme, no matter how much medicine they take, it's useless."

Liu Liang took out a small bottle from her pocket. It was made of white porcelain. It was all antique.

She put the bottle of medicine in front of Lao Wu.

"Take one pill a day and drink it with water. After ten days, you can help him cure it."

"Thank you," Lao Wu took it and didn't ask what medicine it was. Maybe he was really tired. All the medicine Huo took over the years can be pulled by truck.

Now, as long as there is medicine available, he will fill Huo's stomach. If it is useful, he will fill more.

When he wakes up, he can drink some, one grain and one glass of water.

Liu Liang ordered again. In fact, this is not for curing diseases, but for strengthening the body. It is not anyone's medicine that can cure Huo Lao, but taking a needle.

She just moved some of those needles, so now she won't oppress Huo's pain nerve. It can be said that even if she doesn't take the needle now, it won't hurt like just now. It's just that the needle is a needle, and the thorn is also a thorn. It's not something on people. In the end, it still needs to be taken out.

Liu Liang came out and didn't go back. Instead, she went to the door to see the Centennial tree. She was more interested in the tree than people.

"You look good."