Chapter 213： Demon insect

The room was already dark, and coupled with the pungent odor, Zhang Liang wouldn't have noticed the ground if it hadn't been raised by An Rushuang.

But at this time he looked at it, but it was an instant creep.

The things on the ground weren't vomits, but one red insect after another, squirming slightly on the ground, his face changed, stopping his footsteps.

"what is that?"

He heard his voice ring slowly, dry and hoarse, unpleasant and hard.

An Rushuang took a step forward slowly, as if to further confirm the thing, but Zhang Liang seemed to be nailed in place, without moving half a minute.

"This is, ghost."

She said slowly, and stretched out her hand to open the window on the side. The sun shone into the dark room, and the whole room was bright.

The old lady howled as if she was afraid of light. She probably had no strength. Her voice was not loud, but it was unpleasant and audible. She couldn't help but tremble in her heart—

It sounded like a voice from hell.

Zhang Liang clenched his fists and said dumbly, "What is this!"

An Rushuang turned to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Long time ago, the **** doctor Hua Yan has seen such patients, but you can rest assured that this is not a condemnation, it is only a long time.

There are tiny worm eggs in the fish fillets. Over time, they begin to multiply in the human body and eventually become infected. "

When she knew that the old lady loved to eat fish fillets on weekdays, she had such conjectures. Later, when she saw the old lady was so stubborn, but she couldn't swallow, she became more sure.

But she never thought that the bug in the old lady's body was so deep, which was very troublesome.

An Rushuang remembered the old man who smiled at her yesterday, with a sour heart, and sighed softly, "You go out first, find a girl to come and wait, it is estimated that there will be a while."

She was thinking that Zhang Liang, a scholar, must not accept such pickles, so she wanted him to send a girl here.

However, he never thought that Zhang Liang was standing in place and never stepped back, but instead took a step forward, and Shen said, "Let me out, why don't you go out?"

An Rushuang didn't even look at him: "Joke, I'm a doctor, and here lies my patient."

Zhang Liang snorted coldly: "It's my grandma lying here."

An Rushuang couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and couldn't help his eyes softening, Zhang Liang asked again, "What should I do?"

An Rushuang supported him to put a brazier outside the door, and then he poured the ghosts in the spittoon into the brazier and burned.

The scorching scent came from the burning flame, and even when wearing a face towel, the smell couldn't stop digging into the nose.

An Rushuang's complexion is very bad.

For more than an hour, the old man's talent gradually stopped vomiting, but his body still twitched slightly and looked painful.

Zhang Liang also smashed the spittoon together, including a lot of ghost eggs and other worm eggs. It was Zhang Liang, a man who could not help but tossed in his stomach and vomited outside the door.

.

But after vomiting, his face became paler, and another question came to mind--if the worm eggs were entrained with fish fillets, would he not be able to get milk with him too long?

What about milk?

He panicked in his heart, clenched his fists, and wished to open his stomach to see if there was anything else inside!

When An Rushuang walked out of the room with exhaustion, Zhang Liang grabbed her arm suddenly, and she looked at it slightly, looking at the pale man.

"you……"

what happened?

Zhang Liang's hands clenched more and more tightly. Until the girl in front of him felt a little pain, he let out An Rushuang in a panic. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Here.

The girls just came in at this time, in the name of helping, but everyone has a pair of curiosity, naturally want to take a look, this old lady is dead or alive now, no

Of course, how could the master look so bad?

The windows were opened one by one, and the unpleasant odor disappeared after a while. The old lady was lying on the bed. Her stomach, which was still bulging, is now sunken, and she is motionless.

If it were not for this faint breath, everyone would have thought she was dead.

An Rushuang went to fry the medicine herself. Five thousand two thousand she couldn't let it go like this. She chose the best medicinal herbs. Then she looked carefully and didn't dare to be distracted.

Until the sunset, the old man drank this bowl of medicine into his stomach, and in the evening, he vomited another wave, this time there was nothing beside it.

She prepared a little bit of salt water, and ordered these girls, if this old lady wants to eat or drink, she can only give her this. Today, even if hungry, also

Don't let this old lady eat anything.

Everyone looked at each other, could not help looking at the old lady in the bed tent, thinking in their hearts, how can such things, what can be eaten!

But before the night was up, the old lady was in trouble.

Zhang Liang was startled and guarded outside the door. The old man inside was begging for food.

"I'm hungry ... so hungry ... give me, give me something to eat ..."

With a deep sigh, he was full of sadness in his bloodshot eyes.

On the other side, An Rushuang just sent someone to send some medicinal herbs to the old grandson, and Cuihuan hurried over to ask her.

"Girl, the old lady looked dead."

An Rushuang frowned slightly and only said, "Can't eat, I'll see it until tomorrow."

"But, the master has passed, too, and now I was thinking if I could give the old lady a little drink ... otherwise, I am afraid that the old lady will not be able to support it ..."

Cuihuan watched her look and said carefully.

An Rushuang stood up suddenly: "Let's go, I'll take a look."

The tragic cry inside was getting louder, Zhang Liang didn't dare to go in outside, and paced back and forth, and there was a bit more brutality on a Wen Runjunya's face.

The girls all bowed their heads. In the presence of such a master, they dared not say a word.

When An Rushuang arrived here, he saw such a trembling scene.

"You came!"

Zhang Liang busily walked down the stairs and said urgently: "Grandma looks very hungry. She hasn't eaten food for seven days. Now let her eat a little, maybe?"

An Rushuang glanced at him lightly: "No."

She didn't walk inside. An Rushuang knew very well. She was too soft and never a suitable doctor, so she could not see what she could not see.

Zhang Liang gritted her teeth and looked at her: "Why, grandma is all right, isn't it?"

"It's all right now, it's only relative to yesterday. But if you let her eat now, you are doing useless work today ..."

An Rushuang looked at him coldly, but Zhang Liang was confused.

"Aren't you clear? The worms are hungry at this time, not your grandma."

Zhang Liang's back was cold, and he was speechless.