Mrs. Yipin: a farmer's doctor

Chapter 33
"I know, but I just want this Ganoderma lucidum." Zhi Ran smiled trickily, deliberately making things difficult for them.

The uncle in black panicked, and said bluntly: "But my master is sick, and needs this Ganoderma lucidum as medicine."

Judging from his appearance, Zhiran felt that the uncle in black was a bit stern, but after these few words, he felt that he was a bit silly, obviously honest and easy to bully, which made Zhiran turn off a little.

After all, the two men didn't need to talk so much nonsense to her when they were dealing with a little girl.

Although Zhiran had been talking to the uncle in black, the young man in purple standing beside him was like a landscape that people couldn't ignore.

His fair skin looks as fragile as a shelled egg, and it looks even more charming under the sunlight. His long and dense eyelashes are like two small brushes, gently sweeping over the skin with his breath, black jade The eyes are endlessly indifferent, and the lavender lips are lifted up arrogantly.

Zhiran suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book before.

Wherever he stood, that place would instantly become a landscape, not because of his appearance, but because of his temperament.

The boy in purple is such a person.

Zhiran restrained her breath, and asked the purple-clothed boy kindly, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter with you?" The boy's voice was in puberty, a little hoarse, not particularly pleasant, but it had a very unique taste.

Zhi Ranyuan thought, for such a beautiful young man, he couldn't bear to see him suffering from illness, so he kindly asked her to see if she could help, but was despised by others, blaming her for meddling in her own business, and reprimanded him unwillingly.

"Do you still want this Ganoderma lucidum, and you speak so arrogantly?"

The boy narrowed his eyes, and said nonchalantly to the man in black, "Don't do anything yet."

Zhiran blocked the way of the uncle in black, with an emotionless smile on his lips, and there was a strange beauty in his dark eyes, which made the young man in purple couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Little sister, you can't stop me." The uncle in black said slowly, his tone still very serious.

Zhiran's eyes froze, and the purple-clothed boy met her eyes, and felt that the bright black eyes were particularly attractive, as if they could suck his consciousness away.

When the four eyes met, a strange breath diffused in his heart, making the purple-clothed boy very uncomfortable.

Seeing the young man in purple clothed with full breasts, Zhiran couldn't help being angry, she was the one who discovered the Ganoderma lucidum first, and it was taken for granted by others.

"Boy, I won't let you snatch the Ganoderma lucidum so easily!" Seven-year-old Zhiran looked at him coldly, her raised jaw full of anger.

The young man in purple looked calm and calm, looking behind her through Zhiran, obviously not paying attention to Zhiran.

Zhiran was so angry that she bit itchy, looked at the ganoderma, and pouted her mouth reluctantly, but she also knew that the ganoderma was definitely not destined for her.

He stomped his feet angrily, and cursed arrogantly: "You even bully little girls, no wonder you are sick."

The uncle in black looked at Zhiran in embarrassment and replied softly, "My master is very good."

At least other people who dare to say this in front of the master must be decapitated at this time, not like what he saw just now.

The master just moved his fingers subconsciously, but did not move further.

Zhiran suddenly felt a little bored, with her mouth pursed, her head twisted, and she was about to leave with a small basket on her back.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rapid breathing from behind. Zhiran turned her head and saw that the originally indifferent young man fell to the ground with difficulty breathing, with his hands clutching his chest, looking out of breath.

"Are you okay?" Zhi Ran stepped forward with a worried look on her face.

The purple-clothed boy glanced at Zhi Ran, and said slowly, "It's fine."

As for him, his whole body was cramped with pain, he was sweating profusely, and Junpang was twisted due to the pain, but his mouth was slightly raised into a smile, his voice was very hoarse.

After all, Zhiran has practiced medicine for so many years, and she really couldn't bear to see such a beautiful young man suffer such pain. Thinking of the herbal medicine she found just now, she turned around and rummaged through the small basket, took out a handful of grass, picked two pieces and handed it to the purple-clothed boy. lips.

"Eat it, it can relieve pain."

After examining Zhiran for a few times, the purple-clothed boy opened his lavender lips obediently.

The middle-aged uncle on the side shouted nervously, "Master."

Zhiran glanced sideways, reached out and picked a piece, put it into her mouth, and chewed it like a snack.

The purple-clothed boy lowered his eyes slightly, her eyes were very focused, when he was poisoned, she forgot the quarrel just now, at this time their faces were very close, so close that he could smell the scent of medicine on her body, and so close Let him watch her carefully.

"How is it? Is it better?" This herbal medicine is a little numb. Although it can relieve pain, it makes the body numb and weak.

"It's better." The pain on his body gradually disappeared, and the purple-clothed boy blinked tiredly, pulled himself together, and raised his eyes to look at her.

"Why save me? If something happened to me, wouldn't you be able to get the Ganoderma lucidum?"

Zhiran stood up, looked down at him, and said disdainfully, "A Ganoderma lucidum, is it worth a life? Taking the Ganoderma lucidum is just to save more people."

Hearing this, the young man in purple closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and quietly recollected what Zhiran had said just now.

"However, I'm curious about your illness, can you let me feel your pulse?" It can be seen that the purple-clothed boy is very particular, so Zhi Ran didn't touch his body lightly.

He opened his eyes and looked at her.

The phoenix eyes wrapped around her body firmly, cold and bright, so pure without any impurities, like crystal clear glass beads.

Zhiran was a little dumbfounded for a moment, until his words reached her ears.

"I have been poisoned by chronic poison." The boy in purple said calmly.

Zhi Ran was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Poison?"

Although she has practiced medicine for many years, she has never had a deep understanding of poisons.

And what kind of poison can make a cold boy show such a painful appearance.

"I'll take a look for you." Zhi Ran stretched out her hand and easily grabbed the boy's wrist.

She looked up at the boy in purple in surprise, and found that he was also looking at the position of the two holding hands with a complicated expression, and the expression on his face was more confused than her.

What surprised Zhi Ran was that she had seen the young man's avoidance for a moment, but in the end she didn't know what was going on, and suddenly stopped moving, and followed her in a daze.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Zhi Ran opened her small mouth slightly, and said in disbelief, "I can't detect a pulse?"

The young man's eyes darkened, and he broke away gently.

"It's okay, I can't die yet."

Zhiran asked with concern: "Why is this happening? Can you cure the disease with this Ganoderma lucidum?"

(End of this chapter)