Ling Bao was a very active person. He said he was going to make ointment, so he went back and immersed himself in reading.
After two months of painstaking research, she actually made an ointment!
"However, I don't know how effective it will be..." Ling Bao unconsciously pushed the white porcelain bottle with her fingers, and the bottle rolled around with her movements. "If I give it to Mr. Xi, will he want it?"
..."
I always feel very suspenseful, after all, he avoids medical treatment!
My fingers accidentally used too much force, and the white porcelain bottle accidentally fell over and rolled towards the table.
"Why--"
Ling Bao came back to his senses and quickly reached out to pick it up, but was a step too late - the white porcelain bottle had already been caught by Xie Wuhuang.
Ling Bao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xie Wuhuang with trust and said, "Brother Wuhuang, fortunately you came in time."
Xie Wuyang smiled back subconsciously, then sat down next to her and asked: "Who did you say you wanted to give it to?"
"Master Xi Yungang." Ling Bao said it without much thought.
Xie Wuyang frowned and looked very unhappy: "Why did you give it to him? You didn't even give me any ointment."
Ling Bao was stunned: "Because it's not needed...and giving ointment is not a good gift."
Having said that, Xie Wuhuang still felt slightly unhappy.
"Are you familiar with him? Can you give him a gift?" Xie Wuyang asked doubtfully, and he didn't see any close contact between her and Xi Yungang.
Ling Bao shook his head without hesitation: "I'm not familiar with it."
"Then you still give him a gift?"
Lingbao corrected seriously: "It's not a gift, it's ointment."
"Is there any difference?" Xie Wuyang asked in a sour tone. He and Ling Bao had known each other for so long, but they had never received any serious gifts.
Ling Bao didn't know why he was so entangled in this, but they were good friends. She didn't want to have any bad feelings with her good friends because of this. After thinking about it, she explained: "This ointment is for treating hemorrhoids."
Xie Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "You mean, Xi Yungang...has hemorrhoids?!"
As someone whose best friend is a doctor, how could they not know what hemorrhoids are.
Xie Wuyan tsk-tsked, it’s true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance!
Lingbao said: "I guess, I'm not sure."
But seven to eight points were already certain, and the remaining points were that as long as Xi Yungang didn't admit it himself, she wouldn't be satisfied.
Ling Bao poked his cheek and asked wilfully: "Do you want more? If you want it, I can make another bottle for you, two or three bottles are fine. I will give you as much as you want and keep it for you.
It’s enough.”
Xie Wuyang: "..."
Is this revenge on him?
"No, no, I'd better give this good thing to him." Xie Wuyang thanked Bumin.
Ling Bao laughed loudly and thought his expression was so funny.
It's rare to see him with this expression. Ling Bao wanted to tease him a few more words, but Xie Wuhuang quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you say you were going to a free clinic today? When do you plan to go?"
Ling Bao likes to treat people, and goes to the countryside whenever he has time. He happened to meet a barefoot doctor some time ago. Although the two are quite different in age, they hit it off and have become close friends. They made an appointment to go to the village today.
Free clinic in China.
After taking a look at the sky, Ling Bao was about to leave now, and Xie Wuyang followed him.
Outside the city gate.
A woman in a coarse linen shirt was carrying a basket on her back. Her three thousand hair was tied up with simple wooden hairpins. Her eyebrows were calm, neither humble nor overbearing, and she actually felt a bit like a fairy.
"Master Ma!" Ling Bao jumped off the carriage and ran quickly to Magu, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Magu shook her head, got into the carriage with Ling Bao, and headed for the village.
After the two got on the carriage, they discussed the illnesses they had encountered during this period. Xie Wuyou listened but could not understand, so he propped his chin and looked at Ling Bao, and unconsciously lost his focus.
"Brother is fine? Brother is fine!"
A small white hand dangled in front of his eyes. Xie Wuyan regained consciousness and subconsciously held it in his hand.
"......What's wrong?"
Ling Bao was grabbed by his hand and asked with a confused look on his face: "I wanted to ask you what's wrong, but you didn't say anything. We're here, it's time to get off the carriage."
Only then did Xie Wuyang realize that the carriage had stopped at some point, and Magu was no longer there. They were the only ones in the carriage now.
"What were you in a daze just now?" Ling Bao came closer and asked, his black pupils shining with curiosity.
Xie Wuyang tilted his head back and said, "I didn't sleep well last night."
Ling Bao said casually: "Oh, do you have insomnia? Do you need me to make a sachet for you?"
The word "no" went around in his mouth and was swallowed again. Xie Wuyang said "um" without changing his expression and said, "Okay."
Ling Bao has already begun to wonder whether it is acacia bark or lily.
People in nearby villages had been notified that a doctor would come to free clinic today. It was rare to get such an opportunity to see a doctor without paying, so some villagers came early to reserve a spot.
But when someone appears in front of him, their expressions become wrong.
"Village Chief, is there a mistake? Then why is there a female doll sitting on the seat?"
"Then whose girl is she? Don't tell me, she is really handsome. And the young man next to her looks like the person in the painting."
The village chief didn't know what was going on. He thought Ling Bao was sitting down by mistake, so he came over and said with a smile: "Little lady, get up quickly. This is not the place for you to sit. I will ask someone to find one for you later."
Stool."
Ling Bao looked around: "Isn't this just for the doctor?"
There is a table in front of me, and there is a pulse pillow on the table, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The village chief said: "It's for the doctor, but you're not a doctor. Why would you sit in the doctor's seat?"
Ling Bao: "...Uncle, I am the doctor."
The village chief was amused: "Hahahaha, you little kid, it's quite funny. How can there be a doctor at such a young age like you? It's a good thing to have ambitions, but you have to be at least as old as Dr. Ma."
Magu, who was standing next to her because of her age, said: "..."
Ling Bao: "...Uncle, I am really a doctor, it's absolutely true!"
The village chief thought she was joking. After Magu explained, the village chief returned to the crowd with a dazed look on his face.
Xie Wuyang handed over a glass of warm water. Lingbao picked it up and drank it. His mouth was dry after talking too much, and then he said depressedly: "In the future, I won't have to explain myself before every diagnosis."
Is he a doctor?"
"Maybe." Xie Wuyang said.
After all, teenage doctors are really rare.
If Xie Wuyang and Ling Bao had not grown up together, and someone had told him that someone could practice medicine in his teens, Xie Wuyang would have thought that the other person was telling lies again.
Lingbao is as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost.
Xie Wuyang looked at it and couldn't help but touch her head and comforted her: "Maybe when you are in your twenties or thirties, you will be like a doctor."
Ling Bao gave him a confused look.
If you really can't comfort someone, you don't have to say anything.