The next day, the Dongfang had just been polished, and the old pharmacist Wen Mai took his two disciples and waited carefully at the door of Ning Ziming's tent. Everyone was wearing white cloth clothes, gray-black hemp shoes, and carrying the same vine box in his hands. He dressed up as a child from the Central Plains to attend school and learned a lot. He was afraid that his attitude was not respectful enough, so he was driven out by the "great power player" in the tent and became an eternal sinner of the entire tribe.

Ning Ziming had a good impression of this Uighur tribe, which was almost the same as the people of the Central Plains. When he woke up, he saw that the other party was so eager to learn, he couldn't bear to cherish it. He hurriedly ate a bowl of milk porridge as quickly as possible, and then opened a lecture in the flower tent where he lived.

As he was worried in advance, the unique skill of "scraping bones to cure poison" in his memory was also incomplete. The veins and steps were clear about how to perform the surgery. However, when it came to the reasons for doing this, as well as the extension of pharmacology and pathology, he felt blank.

However, this major flaw did not affect the enthusiasm of Pharmacist Wen Ma and his two disciples to study. The three of them were considered top-notch masters in the tribe, and their basic skills were very solid. In the past, they had accumulated enough experience by treating injuries in the tribe. Often, the teacher Ning Ziming just introduced a technique step, and they inferred the relevant truths by themselves. Although it may not be completely accurate, they can roughly make up for it.

At noon, Zhao Kuangyin came to report happily with a pair of dark circles, saying that Jing Niang had recovered from her coma. Although her body was still weak, she could already talk to people clearly and drink some sips of goat milk. Ning Ziming heard that he had to prepare to boil spring, salt water, white cloth and a bunch of squirts of squirting in Jing Niang's tent to clean the surface of the wound again. This time, he could only bring the 84-year-old pharmacist Wen Ma, and the other two "young" doctors in their thirties were ordered to stay in the "classroom" to review on their own.

Because it was the second time I watched from the side, the old pharmacist's performance this time was not as rude as the last time. After entering the game, he held his breath and watched the entire surface of the wound with his eyes intently. He could accurately judge from the color of the skin around the wound that the spasm poison had been completely suppressed. Not only did the patient save his arm, he would definitely jump on the horse again within a month.

Hearing this, the stone in Zhao Kuangyin's heart fell completely. He held Ning Ziming's hand, his eyes turned red, his voice choked, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

"You and my brothers have vowed to live and die together, and why do you say those extra words?" Ning Ziming couldn't stand his passionate appearance, and smiled and responded in a low voice. "Besides, Sister Jing was also dragged down by me and was injured by the robbers. If you two stayed in Youzhou at this moment instead of accompanying me north, how could she suffer such great pain?!"

"You can't say that!" Zhao Kuangyin's heart felt hot, and his handsome national character face was flushed, "It's my brother's responsibility to accompany you to visit relatives. But you saved Jing Niang's life, but it was an unexpected surprise! Anyway, I remember this favor in my heart anyway. If anyone dares to cause trouble for you in the future, even if the second brother is torn to pieces, he will definitely protect you!"

"Thank you, second brother, for being sworn brother, you two, is my greatest luck in my life!" Ning Ziming knew that he was talking, smiled and bowed seriously.

"Second brother, second brother, the same is true!" Zhao Kuangyin blushed and bowed his hand. The more he looked, the more he felt that he and Ning Ziming were in love.

While the two brothers were sympathetic, suddenly, a "moh!" sounded on the sickbed. Jing Niang, who had just recovered from her mind, used her other arm to support her body and sit up hard. The wound that had been rebanded was obviously affected. The pain made her forehead sweat and her two willow-like eyebrows tightly twisted into a blue bump just above the bridge of the nose.

"My grandma Jing, what's wrong with you? Hurry up, lie down quickly. Just tell me what you need!" Zhao Kuangyin was so scared that he was out of control. He immediately threw Ning Ziming and Wen Ma Pharmacist at the door of the tent, rushed to the bed, and asked repeatedly.

"I, I..." Han Jing, who had always been generous and generous, suddenly turned into a muffled mouth, blushing and lowering her head, making a sound as weak as a mosquito.

"My grandma Jing, Mother Jing, what's wrong with you? Talking about it! Third brother, he is not an outsider!" Zhao Kuangyin was so anxious that he saw sweat on his forehead. His two big hands like palm fan were stabbed beside him, and there was nowhere to let go.

However, the more he asked, the more Han Jing's head drooped lower, and he was so embarrassed that he was almost bleeding around his neck.

The 84-year-old pharmacist Wen Ma was an old-fashioned person. After a little movement of his eyes, he guessed the problem. He urged Ning Ziming and shouted: "Mr. Master, the second master's wife is ill in bed and there is no maid to serve her. It's not convenient. It's better to let her disciples fulfill their filial piety and find a few girls with clear family backgrounds first!"

With a word, Master Little Master called Han Jing so hard that he fell to the bed, covered his face with a quilt, and refused to show up again. Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming completely figured out what trouble Jing Mom wanted to solve before. Suddenly, the two brothers also blushed, turned around, and quickly escaped from the tent. Then, he grabbed the pharmacist Wen Ma who was walking out quickly and urged him: "Go quickly, go find it quickly. Please send someone to pack the relevant supplies! Thank you, thank you!"

"Master and Master, please be polite. I'll raise my hand to Raul!" Wen Ma Pharmacist smiled and bowed, walked to the fence in two steps, and assigned tasks to the butler who had been waiting outside.

After a moment, two young maids came with brand new lacquered toilets. Immediately afterwards, two young maids and several strong women pulled cabinets, dressing tables, clothes, bedding, basins, mirrors, jewelry boxes, cages and other items commonly used by women, and went into the tent to clean up.

The two brothers Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming stood in the yard, dumbfounded. At this point, they realized that their family had made many arrangements before, but they were owed a lot to Jing Niang.

The pharmacist Wen Ma saw the expressions of the brothers and couldn't help but shake his head and smile. After laughing, he bowed again and whispered: "The four girls are all great-grandchildren of the disciple, not from ordinary families. He has also learned Tang Yan and can recognize a few Chinese characters. The disciple sees his master, master, and he is all heroes, and he has no time to deal with trivial matters around him. It's better to let the four of them stay here for the time being and wait for the call at any time. The disciple knows that the master is determined by all directions, so he won't make things difficult for the master. When one day the master wants to leave, or the second master's wife's illness is completely cured, send them home!"

"This..., how did this make it?" Ning Ziming blushed and hesitated.

Jing Niang’s situation is indeed necessary to take care of her. Although her second brother Zhao Kuangyin and she are in love, they are not a problem with feeding food and water, but it is a bit embarrassing to take shit and urine. However, it is enough to temporarily hire or spend money to buy a maid. It is too humiliating to let Wen Ma Pharmacist’s granddaughter do it!
Chapter completed!