After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Chapter 282 Little Fate
Fang Zhe was about to move forward, but he felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled. When he hurriedly turned his head, he saw his little doctor, frozen in place.

The purple veins on her face were almost the same as when she had the disease a few months ago.

"Illness..." Fang Zhe squeezed out a word from his throat.

She is sick and she needs to take medicine.

Fang Zhe squatted down immediately, but Jiang Su kept pulling the fabric on his waist, he directly took the girl over and laid it flat on the ground, and carefully tore off his clothes in her hands.

The clothes were bought by the little doctor for himself, only one... can't be damaged.

Jiang Su's eyes were closed tightly, and her expression was painful. She only felt that she was deeply trapped in the sea of ​​suffering, and her struggle was nothing but waves.

A pair of white arms kept trembling, and after the clothes in her hands were pulled away, she felt a kind of uneasiness in her heart, as if the red heart had been dug away and replaced with cotton wool to fill her chest.

The cotton wool is full of holes, drenched in the sea of ​​bitterness, and the heart is heavy with water.

"Where……."

Fang Zhe whispered, and reached for the storage bag on Jiang Su's waist. His remaining spiritual consciousness passed through the barrier of the magic weapon fluently, and the familiar breath permeated the space in the storage bag.

His hands kept rummaging through the sundries, taking out wooden boxes when they came across them, and turning over glass bottles when they came across them.

Suddenly a green branch climbed between his little fingers, and the two leaves clamped his fingers. When he took out the wooden box, he took out the spiritual material.

Fang Zhe looked at the spiritual material in his hand in puzzlement. After a breath, he continued to open the wooden box and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff the smell of each pill.

"Sour..." This is not it.

"..."

Fang Zhe shook his head. His cultivation base is profound, and his five senses are also sensitive. Even he himself does not know that the subtle differences in those pills are actually the different ratios of each spiritual material.

An olfactory memory was deeply imprinted in his broken sea of ​​consciousness, which was the smell of the elixir that Jiang Su took every time he struggled.

When the little doctor swallowed the pill, his mouth and tongue were almost filled with the mixed smell of spiritual materials in the pill.

Spiritual materials have five flavors. This system is the same as that of modern Chinese medicine, and they all correspond to the five attributes of wood, fire, earth, gold, and water.

The bitter taste enters the heart.

As for the Jingxin Pill, the bitterness is the worst.Jiang Su's improved version adds the "leftover material" after processing the tortoise shell and spirit bamboo, which neutralizes the bitterness of the five elements, lightens it and brings a cold fragrance.

Fang Zhe searched based on his memory, one by one wooden box in his hand, and finally found a familiar smell in the last wooden box.

He hurriedly took out the pills in the box, and hurriedly swept away the other wooden boxes and glass bottles stacked in front of him with his arms.When leaning over, the glass bottles collided with each other, and the crisp tinkling sound was a bit disturbing.

He pinched the thin flesh on the girl's cheeks, quietly exerted force, and forced her to open her mouth.There is no difference between the pale lip color and Jiang Su's complexion at this time.

Fang Zhe carefully stuffed the elixir through her soft lips, and his thumb and index finger were slightly stained by the saliva in his mouth.

After confirming the placement, he withdrew his fingers, and put his other hand on his chin instead of clamping the two cheeks, closing the girl's lips.

He stared at the purple network at the corner of the deer's eyes, but he seemed to see innumerable purple threads in his originally dull pupils, closely connecting the secrets of all things in the world.

The monk in red picked up the girl and put his legs under her head.

He seems to have seen a picture, in his memory, two people in white clothes are snuggling under a tree, the woman smiles gently, and the warm light shines on her pretty face.She pillowed on the man's lap, looked up at the sky, talking and laughing from time to time.

The man in white was sitting under the tree, following the woman's gaze to the sky.It seemed that when he said a certain sentence, he lowered his head again, smiling brightly, teasing her endlessly.

The leaves fell with the wind and fluttered on the top of the man's head. The woman stood up slightly, stretched her hand past the man's ear, and grabbed the fallen leaf on top of his head.

The man also bowed his head at the right time, with all kinds of friendship in his eyes, only she can be accommodated alone.

When the woman stood up, she seemed to see someone in the distance. She took down the fallen leaves and stood up, her eyes met the owner of this memory.

"Come on Xiaozhe, your father and I are about to name your sister."

"Hey, Yanxin, have you talked to Xiaozhe about this?"

The man also raised his head and looked at the owner of this memory, tilting his head slightly, the smile on his face not diminishing at all, "Come Fang Zhe, your mother and I have something to tell you."

"Your mother is pregnant with another one now. Elder He said it is a girl doll. You are going to have a younger sister in seven months. Your mother and I are naming your younger sister. Do you have any good names? Give us a mention?"

The owner of the memory cannot see his expression at that time, but only remembers one sentence.

The sound was caught in the warm wind, blowing the hem of his clothes, the only red in his vision was the dancing sleeves, and the leaves on the tree also fell on his head.

He said: "One hundred refinements can make gold, and it can be rounded after folding."

"Yuan...the implication is good. What you said sounds like the number one craftsman in the world! But your sister is a girl, so you have to be softer." The man's voice was rough, carefully considering the meaning behind it.

"It's better to get the same sound." The woman frowned slightly, seemingly worried but not worried, her expression was like a light spring painting.

Her throat moved slightly, and her voice was flat and soft: "You can hate vulgarity after returning to the world, but you still don't forget to be passionate by chance."

"Why don't you call her Xiaoyuan."

"Fang Yuan...Fang Zhe..."

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The old dream returned, and the consciousness of the man in red returned to the corner of the girl's eyes.

The purple veins like spider webs have faded away again after the drug took effect, and the white forehead has become smooth again.

The girl in Tsing Yi relaxed her brows, she seemed to have found a canoe on the sea of ​​suffering.

The breathing sound is even and soft, the face is quiet, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly like the wings of a butterfly about to fly.Most of Wu Qing's current condition has disappeared during this period, and the three months of deep sleep made up for the rest time she lacked.

"Little deer... fell asleep..."

Fang Zhe has maintained his previous actions, not daring to disturb him.Compared with this mansion of his junior brother, he cares more about the relaxing time of the little doctor.

She is very tired.

I actually don't understand why she is so tired. Xiao Yixiu is not like the deer that I often see behind the forest. She is more like a deer being chased by lions and cheetahs. There is always a string that wanders between life and death in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was my fault...it was my failure to take good care of the deer.

Lions and wolves... deserve to die!
Fang Zhe suddenly became angry, and the anger was inexplicable. He directly pulled out his long-unused cold-cut knife from the storage bag.

At this moment, the forbearance's eyes turned into the calm before the storm. Cutting the cold, the frost and cold here will be wiped away!

The man in red pinched the sword art with his fingers, and he was able to control the Zhan Han Remnant Knife to float in the middle of the entire courtyard.But what the blade is facing is actually the heart of a round stone in the canal in the pavilion ahead.

(End of this chapter)