Chapter 923 The Young Man Who Treated the Boss

"No." Rong Leng said seriously: "Even if it's delicious, it needs to be in moderation."

"Just one piece." Liu Wei's eyebrows drooped, looking a little pitiful. Looking at the cake he took away, his eyes were shining.

Although this appearance was endearing, Rong Leng did not indulge him. He put the cake back into the bag, tied the bag again, and ordered: "Eat again tomorrow."

Liu Wei still wanted to struggle, but Rong Leng had already removed her from his lap, took the bag of cakes and left the room.

"Where are you going?" Liu Wei asked from behind, licking her fingers that were still stained with cake crumbs.

"Kitchen." Rong Leng said without looking back.

Seeing Rong Leng leave, Liu Wei sat back on the chair, looked at the bare plates on the table, and murmured: "It's delicious, but I always feel that the taste is a bit familiar."

But I couldn't tell what was familiar.

An hour later, the doctor from next door came despite the rain.

Although Liu Wei had already seen a doctor and prescribed medicine, the doctor had already been invited, and there was no reason to let her go back midway.

An old doctor came, and it looked like his legs and feet were already in trouble. His diagnosis was similar to Liu Wei's, but it was much more serious than Liu Wei said.

If it is later, the heat and dryness will enter the lungs and kill people.

All in all, the scaremongering is really frightening.

Because medical facilities are backward and there are very few medical methods, doctors are accustomed to taking everything seriously, so that even if they cannot save the patient, the patient's family will not cause trouble. Among them, the older the doctor, the more Become familiar with this method.

However, most patients are accustomed to listening to this kind of old doctor. They always feel that only old doctors have real skills. They have no hair on their lips and can't do things well.

Liu Wei was sitting in the next room reading a book, and occasionally heard the old doctor's endless instructions from the poorly soundproofed wall.

After all, it is a patient with high fever, and doctors usually treat patients with caution. After all, high fever can easily lead to tuberculosis, which is seriously life-threatening, and it is not just a mere talk.

After the old doctor left, Liu Wei's door was knocked again.

She went to open the door and saw the coachman outside.

The coachman smiled heartily and said straight to the point: "My young master has been unwell since he was a child. My wife was accustomed to all kinds of medicinal herbs in her early years. It is true that she is seriously ill at this time, but she cares about her body more than others." I know a lot about it. The condition is serious, but it is definitely not as bluffing as what the doctor just said. Madam believes in the prescription you prescribed, and the medicine has been prepared and is waiting to be brewed, Madam. I'm afraid that the young master will be worried after hearing what others say and hurt his harmony, so I asked the younger one to explain something, and I ask the young master not to care about it."

Liu Wei only felt that the lady was a decent person.

In fact, Liu Wei didn't care that his medical skills were questioned. Although the old doctor exaggerated and the prescriptions he prescribed were three to four times more expensive, three to four times more troublesome, and three to four times more time-consuming, they could indeed cure people. .

If the lady didn't believe her, she wouldn't be angry, because the consequence would be that the patient and the people around him would suffer three or four times more.

If you believe her, she won't be complacent. Saving people's lives is a doctor's mission.

But the lady sent someone to explain it, which Liu Wei didn't expect. It was not only meticulous and thoughtful, but also showed her character.

The coachman greeted him and felt relieved knowing that Liu Wei really didn't care, and then he nodded and left.

This small episode was nothing, and Liu Wei only regarded it as a good fate formed by chance in the vast sea of ​​people.

The next day, the rain finally stopped.

Although I’m afraid I’ll still get wet along the way, I’m finally ready to hit the road.

Liu Wei started packing his luggage early in the morning. This time, they went out without any fanfare, so they did not bring anyone with them. Even the carriage and driver were long-distance carriages and horses rented when leaving Kyoto. It can be said that except for Three secret guards protected them along the way. Rong Leng and Liu Wei took care of things by themselves along the way.

Most of the luggage has been unpacked since it has been left to dry in the inn for the past three days. It will take a lot of effort to pack it now.

The door of the room was wide open. It seemed that he saw the busy work here. The coachman whom he saw yesterday came in again: "Young master is a scholar. I'm afraid he won't be used to these heavy tasks. This box is too big, so I'll do it for you." Bar."

Liu Wei could actually move the boxes, but Rong Leng wouldn't let her.

Just then, Rong Leng carried two big bags downstairs, but before he came back, someone asked for help, but Liu Wei simply refused.

The driver's hands and feet were very nimble. He lifted the box weighing more than ten kilograms with just one movement.

Liu Wei looked from behind, his eyes brightening.

Liu Wei believed that the maid in red had good kung fu. The coachman had not noticed it before, but now it seemed that she was born with supernatural powers.

The people around that lady are really interesting.

Just thinking about the lady's blocked meridians again, Liu Wei felt pity. If the meridians were not closed, she would not be able to deal with this little cold.

With help from others, Liu Wei stopped blocking the road with many hands. She stood aside and watched the driver busily running three or four times for them.

It wasn't until everything was sorted that I finally rested.

Outside the carriage, Rong Leng was still tying up his luggage, but the coachman didn't sweat at all. He joked with Liu Wei with a smile: "You two young masters are really particular. When you go out, you even bring your quilt with you. You think it's just my home." Miss Hong is so careless that every time Madam goes out, she wants to move her family with her. It turns out that the two young masters are also of the same mind."

Liu Wei smiled and felt a little troubled.

But if there is any way, Rong Leng must take care of him.

In the past, he was empty-handed and didn't bring anything along the way from Fuping County to Kyoto, but this time he had a lot of things to do. He had to bring this and that. Liu Wei knew that he was doing it so that she could be outside. The accommodation is better and the sleep is better, but since they are martial arts practitioners, I still feel that it is a bit fussy.

After Rong Leng tied up his luggage, Liu Wei said goodbye to the coachman: "Although we met by chance, it was fate after all. Yesterday I checked Madam Ling's pulse and found out that Madam Ling had a disease around her body that was suffocating her heart and lungs. It happens that there are a few pellets left. If Madam doesn't mind, you can eat them. Under the foundation, cultivate the prescription and Jingyuan. If you regulate it properly, although the old symptoms will not be completely eliminated, it will be relieved to some extent."

Liu Wei said, handing over a small white jade bottle.

The driver was stunned for a moment, looking at the bottle so close to him, still a little unable to react.

Liu Wei simply put the bottle into the driver's hand, turned around and got on the carriage without saying anything.

Rong Leng got into the car after Liu Wei. Before he lowered the curtain, he saw that the driver was looking at him, and he seemed to want to say something.

Rong Leng had no intention of listening anymore. Whether it was thanking him or asking, it was a waste of time.

In the final analysis, Liu Wei's occasional act of kindness was just because he felt that the lady had a good character, so he joined her. However, if he was tainted with any baggage that he could not get rid of, it would be more than worth the gain.

The carriage drove slowly, and after a while, it disappeared into the mist-shrouded mud and stone path between heaven and earth.

When the coachman felt the white jade vial in his hand making his palms cold, he suddenly came back to his senses and looked in front of him. There was no trace of the carriage anywhere on the long and narrow path.

Taking the vial, he hurried back to the second floor. Because he was going too fast, he almost bumped into the maid in red who was about to go downstairs.

The maid was a little worried: "Uncle Feng, be careful."

"This... this... that..." The coachman pointed outside and then pointed at the white jade bottle in his hand, speaking slurred words.

The maid frowned: "What about this, this, and that? If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Well, the young man who treated the master is the one who lives next door to the master. He said that he saw the master yesterday and found that the master had heart and lung asphyxia!"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then her face changed slightly: "How is it possible that the owner's internal disease is caused by an old disease? When the young master-in-law was here before, he didn't notice it. He only checked the pulse of the madam once, how can he tell it?"