"Currently alive." Jun Che added, "However, it looks like he won't live much longer."
Mingruo stepped forward and checked his pulse, then looked at his nails: "He has internal injuries, mainly due to poisoning."
"There is a poisonous miasma on the mountainside over the Immortal Medical Valley. He must have forced his way here." Jun Che simply searched the man and pulled out a jet-black token. He saw the simple and simple on it.
Jun Che raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What should we do?" As a doctor, when he sees an injured or poisoned person, Mingruo subconsciously wants to treat him. However, this place is different from the peaceful era of his previous life.
"Take him back." Jun Che made the decision without thinking.
"Then give me a Qingling Pill first. Although it can't cure the poison, at least it won't make it worse." Mingruo took out a pill from his 'sleeve pocket'.
The corner of Jun Che's mouth twitched, and the junior sister sent the Beichi Holy Medicine out as if giving out jelly beans. But she still took the Qingling Pill and stuffed it into the man's mouth.
Her boyfriend has to carry her, and her senior brother has to carry the bamboo basket. This person is a bit redundant. Mingruo called out: "The third grade of junior high school."
"Master." The third grade student got down from the book not far away.
Mingruo thought for a moment before asking: "Senior brother, do you want this person to carry the bamboo basket?"
"Bamboo basket." If the basket wasn't too small, he would have considered putting people in it.
Mingruo said to Chusan: "Take this person and let's go together."
"Yes, Master." Junior Three was just a tool with no feelings. He didn't care whether the person was comfortable or not, he just picked him up and left.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Jun Che asked the disciple in charge of patrol to search the mountain.
The disciples in the sect were ordered to patrol the mountain, and they returned to Lingyun Peak.
The Lord had already chosen a gift for Mingruo, and was just waiting for his disciple who had gone out to play to come back. When he saw the secret guard carrying a bunch of people on his shoulders, the Lord felt panicked for that man's stomach.
"Where did this man come from?" The Lord looked at the unconscious man suspiciously.
"I picked it up when I was picking mushrooms." Mingruo answered matter-of-factly.
"That's it." The Lord was supposed to be understated, but he asked Jun Che with his eyes why he wanted to bring the person back to Lingyun Peak.
Anyone who breaks into the inner door will be thrown directly to the Discipline Hall for processing.
Jun Che didn't answer, he just took the token he found from the man and gave it to his master.
The Lord threw the token directly to Mr. Qing Wei, who finally had a rest after finishing the decoration.
He stepped forward to feel the man's pulse: "There are some internal injuries, and he was also infected with two kinds of poisonous miasma in Lost Mountain Forest and Immortal Medical Valley... Hmm... Ruo'er should give him Qingling Pill. If he wants to completely detoxify, he still needs to take Jie.
medicine."
Mr. Qing Wei held the token in his hand for a moment, and then said to the third grader: "Follow me."
On the third day of junior high school, he followed Mr. Qing Wei to his yard. Mingruo looked at his senior brothers and then at his master. They and Mr. Qing Wei seemed to recognize the token.
Jun Che opened his mouth to explain: "That person should be a member of Mr. Qing Wei's tribe. However, it is not yet possible to tell whether he is an enemy or a friend."
"Oh." Mingruo secretly stuttered. Mr. Qing Wei is also a storyteller. "If you need an antidote, I can help prepare it."
"Mr. Qing Wei has the antidote to the poisonous miasma, but he may need some healing medicine," Jun Che said.
"The man's internal injuries are not serious." Mingruo took out a few wax-sealed snow velvet pills from his sleeve pocket and handed them to Jun Che, "These are enough."
"Then I will thank my junior sister on behalf of Mr. Qing Wei." Jun Che saw the words 'Xue Rong Dan' written on the small wax-sealed box... Well, my junior sister gave out jelly beans again.
"I'm going to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. If that person needs my treatment, ask someone to find me in the kitchen." Mingruo picked up the bamboo basket carried by her senior brother and asked An Xin to take her to the kitchen.
"I'll go with you." Si Haochen helped Mingruo hold the bamboo basket.
"I'm going to fry the hot pot base later." Ming Ruo smiled mischievously at Si Haochen.
"Ahem." Si Haochen felt sour just thinking about it, but he still walked firmly beside Mingruo.
Lingyunfeng has a small "permanent population", but the kitchen is not small. There are four stoves in a row under the window, and in the middle is a long table for washing and chopping vegetables.
There are shelves on three walls. On the front shelf are various kitchen utensils and seasonings. On the shelf on the left, there are jars and jars. From the paper labels above, you can see that the jars are filled with grains and smoked and pickled products. The shelf on the right
On the shelves are neatly arranged fruits and vegetables.
All the items and ingredients in this kitchen are not only clean and tidy, but also arranged in a regular manner - from small to large, divided into sections by color, which is simply good news for obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Seeing Senior Sister Mingruo's surprised look, An Xin quickly explained: "Senior Sister said yesterday that she would prepare a New Year's Eve dinner, so Mr. Qing Wei came to see it first. He disliked the mess in the kitchen, so he left it like this."
"Haha." Mingruo estimated that Mr. Qing Wei is a Virgo with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Do you think the kitchen is okay like this?" An Xin asked with some uncertainty.
"Okay, very good." Mingruo selected some suitable ingredients and asked the kitchen chores to wash what should be washed and what should be soaked.
While no one was paying attention, he took out a set of steam pots from the bamboo basket. He washed and cut the newly picked red mushrooms into pieces, and asked his boyfriend to chop the native chicken into pieces and put them into the steam pot together.
Seasoning is added and needs to be steamed slowly for an hour.
Then, all the seasonings needed for frying the hot pot base were prepared. The master and his senior brother were both Taoist monks. Mingruo replaced the butter pan with a clear oil pan. Because the frying base was too lethal, Mingruo decided to use it in the end.
Do.
Mingruo has cooked everything, and the cook has almost finished preparing all kinds of hot-boiled dishes.
Si Haochen suddenly asked: "Aren't you going to make dumplings this year?"
Si Haochen remembered that he chopped minced meat for a long time last year.
"Don't you eat glutinous rice balls during the Chinese New Year?" Mingruo saw that the cook had prepared sugar fillings and glutinous rice flour, so he should be making glutinous rice balls.
"I think eating dumplings is good." Si Haochen didn't care what the custom was, what his little princess was used to eating was what he had to consider.
"We happen to have fresh shrimps, so let's make shrimp and vegetable stuffing." Mingruo also felt that making dumplings would be more like celebrating the New Year.
"I'll chop the stuffing." Si Haochen rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands.
Last year in the valley, the two often cooked together. Therefore, they now cooperate very well. Si Haochen chopped the stuffing and Mingruo seasoned it. Si Haochen rolled the skins and Mingruo made the dumplings.
An Xin was watching the fire of the steam pot chicken and saw the chubby dumplings being born in the hands of senior sister Mingruo. He felt very magical. Two noble and unparalleled people, when they made food, it was like a scroll.
good.
After wrapping the last few dumplings, Mingruo started frying the hot pot base. First he took out a mask from his 'sleeve pocket' and put it on, then went to the stove eye closest to the door to cook.
