Chapter 1095

The most important thing is that the old man was hit by psychic power. The psychic power was above her. Her lungs were directly injured by psychic power. In this case, taking medicine can only cure the surface situation. If you want to cure it, you must rely on psychic power.

Use your spiritual power to melt the congestion!

Thinking so, Duanmu yawang began to have a headache.

This is not an easy thing for her.

For one thing, she needs to look for herbs again to find herbs that can always accumulate blood in her lungs. For another, she needs to use incense burner and spiritual power to refine medicine. Now that she is injured, using spiritual power to refine medicine is almost like killing her.

But anyway, she wants to save her life.

There are also lucky things in misfortune.

Fortunately, her medical system has always stored the drugs accumulated in the ghost city. In addition, she has a lot of drugs accumulated in luochenfang and Wanzhi hall.

She found the medicine she needed in it.

Finally, she found that there was one or two things missing.

"Sure enough, it's hard to find drugs for congestion in the lungs."

However, her lungs were too uncomfortable. Even if she was short of two medicines, she first refined those medicines, which almost killed her.

However, pay is also rewarding.

After refining, she took a pill. Although the effect would be much worse if she had one or two pills, she was much more energetic after taking it for an hour or two.

The pain in the lungs also decreased a lot.

In this way, Duanmu yawang cooked some meat and took another medicine the next morning. She was dizzy and couldn't help sleeping under the quilt.

I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I saw a touch of falling in the sky. She was stunned and said, "did I sleep so long?"

Now her concept of time is getting weaker and weaker. It's amazing that she woke up at night after eating meat in the morning.

However, she looked at the sunset in the sky and still smiled: "it's a little normal at last." she still couldn't see the sun, but at least there was a sunset.

Thinking so, there was a pain in her lungs, so she had to take out medicine and take one.

After sleeping for a day, she was much more energetic, her lungs were comfortable, and her fever was gone. She went around to see if she had the two herbs she lacked.

As soon as she got up, she heard the roar of the stone gate.

Duanmu yawang stood still and looked at the Shimen side. He saw that the old man came out with a vegetable basket made of bamboo strips yesterday and was going to walk towards the vegetable field on one side.

Yu Guang glanced at him, and his muddy old eyes seemed to flash a touch of surprise.

After staring at her for a moment, he looked away and approached the vegetable garden to pick vegetables. He didn't pay attention to Duanmu yawang's meaning any more.

Duanmu Ya looked at it and sighed, but didn't say anything. Thinking of her task, she continued in the direction she hadn't passed.

It was dark, but Duanmu yawang set up a torch and looked for it nearby for more than an hour. When he couldn't find it, he returned in despair.

Go back to the secret place where you lie. Duanmu yawang eats the barbecue and takes medicine, and then continues to sleep.

After waking up the next day, he felt much better in his lungs, but the two drugs were not found. Duanmu yawang was still unwilling. He continued to walk around and take a chance.

Although she knew that there was little hope, she was a doctor, and she couldn't give up her perfection of drugs.

However, one day, in the afternoon, she didn't find the two herbs. Instead, she found a plain, and it was a fertile plain at that time.

There's a piece of rice there!

That piece of rice is about ten Mu!

"Isn't that old man planting it?"

Duanmu yawang had such an idea in her head for the first time, but soon she was a little sad and laughing, because there were many weeds and sparse in that piece of rice. It really didn't look like someone was engaged in planting, but it looked like wild.

"Well, I just look at them. I don't move them."

Even so, Duanmu yawang licked his mouth, as if what he saw was not a rice field, but a bowl of rice or a pot of rice porridge!

In fact, it's no wonder Duanmu yawang is injured these days. In fact, she is disgusted with eating meat. She doesn't eat barbecue for two days. She eats boiled meat or wild vegetables.

However, she actually prefers rice or porridge to light food.

Eating meat when sick is actually a disguised torture.

Duanmu yawang went home without any harvest. Thinking of his illness and his recent bad rest, he took out some medicinal materials to cook meat for himself. He should make up for himself.

While eating, she couldn't help thinking of little white deer and Mr. and Mrs. LAN.

Little white deer, should they come back from the bottom of the mountain?

If they and Mr. and Mrs. LAN see that they don't go back, will they worry?

Will you think about it?

Thinking of these, Duanmu yawang took out his life stone from his arms. The stone was still blue. She thought, if she smashed the life stone now, I don't know if she can go back?

In fact, the idea had appeared several times before, but somehow, a voice in her heart told her that the life stone must not be broken.

If she breaks the stone, she really can't go back.

Every time at this time, Duanmu yawang strangles the idea.

When Duanmu yawang was thinking about these, a sound suddenly appeared on one side. Duanmu yawang was startled and went along with his reputation, but he saw that the masked old man appeared on her side and looked straight at the meat in her pot.

This pot was put into the medical system by Duanmu yawang in his previous life. In fact, there are everything in it. In addition, there are oil and salt. Therefore, a pot of traditional Chinese medicine meat soup smells very fragrant.

Of course, it tastes more delicious. The soup tastes very clear and moist.

I don't know if the old man was attracted by the smell of this pot of soup. He stood by and watched her. The soup in the pot stopped moving.

The direct look in her eyes made Duanmu Ya look ashamed.

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and said with a smile, "Grandpa, do you want to eat?"

The old man didn't speak and thought of something. His eyes shifted from the pot of soup to her and looked at her up and down. Then his old eyes became more and more turbid.

Duanmuya looked at her subconscious eyebrow and twisted it.

"You are still alive." the old man's rough voice sounded like gravel.

Duanmu yawang smiled gently, "Grandpa, you have some wrong logic. When you see my soup, you actually think of such a thing."