Chapter 117

Hearing song Xijiao's words of concern, Lichao couldn't help laughing: "sister? You are my junior sister. If you want to do it, you should be my sister. "

"But I am older than you." Seeing that the moss was in a good mood again, song Xijiao relaxed and asked, "elder martial brother, do you know about tuberculosis?"

Moss nodded: "naturally, if the disease is found early, through recuperation and taking medicine, it can delay the disease, and there is no problem to live to 40 or 50 years old. If it is found late, the immortal will not be able to return to heaven."

Song Xijiao didn't expect that moss would say so decisively, and she couldn't help but feel gloomy.

When they were thinking about their own thoughts, the curtain was lifted. Hao Lang Zhong came out with the prescription and asked song Xijiao, "Xijiao, did the old man say anything when he gave you the prescription?"

"Old man? What old man Song Xijiao was stunned and puzzled. When she saw the prescription in his hand, she patted her head like a sudden realization. Ouch, she forgot all her lies! He said quickly, "no, he didn't say anything."

"It's strange. Since the old man wants to pass on his unique knowledge, he should find a doctor. Why did he give it to you? The handwriting on this prescription is ugly and difficult to distinguish. It seems that he wrote it with his left hand intentionally. Since he wants to be handed down, why is it so obscure? "

Song Xijiao's face is flushed. It's too exaggerated to distinguish what's ugly! Her characters are ugly, not to that extent, right?

Thinking that Hao Langzhong had finished reading the prescription, song Xijiao asked, "is there a prescription for treating tuberculosis in this book?"

Hao Lang looked at her in a puzzled way: "tuberculosis? What do you ask this for? "

"Master, to be honest with you, the reason why I have become a teacher is to find a cure for a friend. My friend is suffering from tuberculosis, and he has reached the end of his life. He can't find a cure any more. So..."

Hao Lang Zhong suddenly realized: "your friend, but his surname is Ling? Is it clear

Song Xijiao was stunned: "does master know?"

Hao Langzhong sighed: "in Jinzhou City, there are only two people who suffer from tuberculosis. One is a village woman, and the other is the famous son of the Qing Dynasty in Jinzhou City. You are so anxious and sincere that I think it must be the latter. I've seen his illness, and I can't do anything about it. "

Song Xijiao's heart suddenly sank, even Hao Langzhong said so. Is there really no hope?

When it was getting dark, song Xijiao left her master and went home alone along the mountain road.

When she arrived at the entrance of the Hutong, she was really moved and angry. She ran to him quickly and scolded, "you don't take care of yourself at home. What are you going out for?"

Zhong Chun's face was black and heavy looking at her: "what I told you last time, you all forgot, and stayed so late with that Ling Ziqing."

Hearing this, song Xijiao chuckled, fearing that he had been standing in the wind for a long time and might blow his wound. She dragged him home and explained, "I gave him something to eat in the morning and left. I stayed in the bamboo house in the mountains this day, following Hao Lang as a high school doctor."

Zhong Chun did not understand: "why do you want to learn medicine?"

Song Xijiao looked at him and coughed with a guilty heart: "well Young master Ling is suffering from tuberculosis. I want to see if I can find a way to cure him. "

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Chun loosened his hand and strode forward.

Song Xijiao laughingly looked at his angry back. She ran after him and took the initiative to hook his hand. He shook him off again. He held it up again and was thrown away. After several times and three times, Zhongchun finally compromised and let her lead him.

"I want to help Mr. Ling cure his illness, not because I like him, but because he works every day for my bamboo paper factory. His illness is getting worse and worse. I feel guilty. He is so sick that if something happens to my bamboo paper mill, I will never be at ease in my life! "

Seeing that he had finished his long speech, Zhong Chun's face still didn't get better. Song Xijiao had to say, "if there's something wrong with master Ling, I'll feel sorry for him all my life! Either he can help me build a bamboo paper farm, and I will help him cure his illness. We are not in debt. Which one do you choose? "

“…… See you later, Ling Ziqing. I'll go with you. "

Song Xijiao was stunned: "but you still have injuries!"

"If you are injured, you don't have to go to the mountain to accompany you." Zhong Chun stares at him, "or do you bring me a lot of inconvenience when you see him?"

"It's inconvenient. I'm just afraid it will affect your recovery."

Originally, song Xijiao thought that Zhongchun was just jealous and said it casually. But on the next day, she served Zhongchun and prepared dinner for Ling Ziqing alone. When she was ready to send her off, Zhongchun actually changed her clothes and stood at the door waiting for her.

Song Xijiao had no choice but to take him with him.

Along the way, Zhong Chun's face was not very good-looking.

Song Xijiao can understand. If Zhong Chun has such a heart for a woman, she will be jealous. But I can't help it. When she finds out something wrong, the cooperation has been agreed. I can't tell Mr. Ling now. I'm sorry, my husband is jealous. I don't want to cooperate with you. Let's break up?At the appointed tea house, song Xijiao just walked in, Ling Ziqing showed a warm smile like spring breeze, but the next moment, the smile on his face froze on his lips.

Because song Xijiao came out of a tall black shadow behind him and was staring at him covetously.

But Ling Ziqing also just slightly Zhong Zheng for a moment, then showed a clear smile, arched his hand to see him: "good to meet you."

Zhong Chun said without expression: "I've heard so much."

For a moment, the atmosphere was so embarrassed that even the breeze cast a complaining look at Song Xijiao.

Song Xijiao bravely pretends that she doesn't see anything. She directly pulls Zhong chun to sit down. Then she opens the food box and places the cooked food in front of Ling Ziqing.

Ling Zi Qing said thanks, and picked up chopsticks to eat. Behind him stood a breeze, and in front of him sat a woman whom he admired and an unexpected guest. However, he ate leisurely, as if he was the only one in this elegant room.

While eating, he also asked song Xijiao how to make green pepper, chicken and lotus root. When asked, he gave her a grateful look and said that he would like to thank her in the future.

Song Xijiao bears Zhongchun's needling gaze, but she doesn't dare to go back. She just nods and laughs awkwardly. Finally, when Ling Ziqing finished eating, she immediately packed the food box and wished to fly out of this elegant room.

But before leaving, or seriously asked: "when can the bamboo paper field be transformed?"

Ling Ziqing replied with a smile: "the fastest half a month, the slowest, also more than 20 days."

"Is Song Xi so surprised

Qingfeng immediately interrupted: "that is, our childe worked for you day and night. Even when he came back to his house and lay down, he would not stop writing and painting and studying the progress of the work."

Song Xijiao was grateful. Just about to say thanks, Zhong Chun suddenly took a step and stood in front of song Xijiao and said, "thank you. We will pay more reward after the success."

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