When the little lolita Duan Murong heard her master's words, she stopped obediently and stood obediently in the yard.
Nian Duan turned around and was about to leave.
A few things came to mind again in my mind.
"If the other party's true purpose is to force me to come out."
"Then it would be more dangerous to leave Ronger here alone at this moment. It is better to take Ronger with you at all times. If anything happens, you can respond in time."
Just think about it in your mind.
Nian Duan turned his head slightly, looked at his cute little apprentice, and waved.
"Rong'er, come here and go with Master."
"Yes!" Duan Murong nodded excitedly and immediately ran over with a pair of white and tender short legs. Then he stretched out his little hand and was led out of the yard by Nian Duan.
Come to the shore.
Nian Duan looked into the distance and could vaguely see a figure lying on the ground on the other side.
Not moving at all.
In the opponent's right hand, he also held a red giant sword that was larger than his own figure.
"Are you injured? Are you here to seek medical treatment from me?" Seeing this scene, Nian Duan had a rough idea in her mind. She led Duan Murong onto the boat and told the little girl to sit down obediently.
Then he shook the oar and rowed towards the opposite side of Jinghu Lake.
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Walking through the reeds and past the lotus bushes.
The small wooden boat landed gently on the shore and stopped steadily. Nian Duan stepped off the wooden boat and came to the figure. At a glance, he could tell that it was a boy who was less than ten years old.
His face was pale, his lips were chapped, his eyes were sunken, and his skin was dull.
On both sides of the temples, there are two strands of withered white hair.
"Grey hair occurs at a young age, energy is greatly lost, and life span is shortened." Nian Duan whispered to himself. This scene was quite different from what she had guessed.
It was not that anyone wanted to force her to leave the mountain.
Because in the arms of the half-grown boy, there was an unconscious little baby girl tightly held in his arms.
She bent down slightly and took the little baby girl out of the young boy's arms.
No detailed diagnosis and treatment is required.
As the master of the medical family, the medical sage of the medical family, and the head of the medical family, Nianduan could tell the true condition of the little baby girl in his hands at a glance.
"Infection with wind-chill and persistent fever."
"But the internal force with ice properties suppressed it for a long time, forcibly suppressing the spread of the disease and worsening, and he was still saved, and there will be no sequelae."
He took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the acupuncture points on the little baby girl's head.
Then Nian Duan reached out and quickly tapped the baby girl's chest, injecting a gentle internal force that temporarily stabilized the condition. After doing this, she lowered her head and looked at the little boy carefully.
Especially the bloody giant sword held tightly in the opponent's right hand.
Underneath the crystal clear and ferocious beauty, there is a terrifying and dormant evil spirit, like a terrifying ferocious beast that has restrained its claws and fangs.
"What a vicious sword, it has killed so many lives."
Such a weapon really makes Nian Duan feel unhappy.
She even disliked the owner of this weapon. After casually looking at it for a few times, she stood up and prepared to leave with her baby girl and apprentice.
"Master, won't you take this big brother back with you?" Duan Murong blinked and asked in a sweet voice.
"Rong'er, have you forgotten Master's principle of three no-rescues?" Nian Duan sighed softly and reminded softly: "Don't save those who need to go down the mountain for medical treatment; don't save those who go up the mountain to seek medical treatment; don't save those named Duanmu."
"What's more important is that his body's flesh, blood, muscles, bones and internal organs have begun to suffer from large-scale necrosis."
"It's hopeless. Let's wait to die. Let's go."
As soon as these words came out.
The little loli Duan Murong was immediately dumbfounded.
She looked back at her white-haired brother lying on the ground. Her young heart was full of innocence and kindness, but she couldn't bear it.
So he took the initiative to make a cute plea to his master.
"Master, please save this big brother."
"Didn't you often teach Ronger before that we doctors are benevolent in order to save the sick and injured in this world, so that they can stay away from injuries and be in peace and health."
"In this troubled world, we doctors are the guardians of all living beings in the world..."
After hearing this, Nian Duan sighed softly: "Rong'er, you have to remember that in order to pass on the secret knowledge of saving the world, we must stay away from disputes and grudges."
"Yes!" The little lolita Duanmu Rong lowered her head slightly, her cute little face a little listless.
Notice the posture of his closed disciple.
As both a teacher and a mother, Nian Duan could never guess the true thoughts in his disciple Duan Murong's heart, and could not help but sigh softly.
"I've seen you grow up till now, and I know you very well."
"You are cold on the outside but hot on the inside, seemingly strong but soft. You are born with a benevolent heart as a healer, pure and kind. It would be too difficult for you to let you die without saving me."
"Disciple doesn't dare!" Little Lolita Duan Murong quickly responded obediently.
Seeing this, Nian Duan shook his head secretly, grabbed the young boy's shoulder with one hand, took him to the boat, and said, "Rong'er, why don't you go back with me as your master?"
"Yes, Master!"
Duan Murong immediately smiled happily and ran onto the wooden boat happily.
The surface of the lake, as calm as a mirror, once again rippled in circles. The small wooden boat carried four people and moved further and further away towards the island in the middle of the lake.
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Arriving at the shore of the island in the middle of the lake, Nian Duan docked the wooden boat.
She picked up the little boy with one hand, put him on the ground aside, and didn't care about it anymore. She just took the little baby girl into the yard.
"Master, why did you leave your eldest brother outside?" Duan Murong's little face was full of confusion.
"With such a ferocious sword in hand, there must be a lot of killings. Bringing him back would be the ultimate act of kindness and justice." Nian Duan stopped and said without looking back, "I will not save him as a teacher."
"Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."
"Besides, with his physical condition, he won't live long."
After finishing speaking.
Nian Duan held the little baby girl in his arms and walked into the thatched house by himself.
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At the fence outside the yard.
The little lolita Duan Murong stood there stupidly, watching her master leave blankly. She didn't come back to her senses until she couldn't see his back.
He turned to look at the unconscious white-haired elder brother.
The softness and kindness in her heart finally prevented her from refusing to save her.
"Since Master won't save you, then Ronger will."
Duan Murong knelt down with her petite body. According to the many medical knowledge taught to her by her master, she stretched out her white and tender hands, gently held Si Yuan's wrist, and felt his pulse.