He stepped forward, felt Song Xiaochun's pulse, and checked Song Xiaochun's feet, and found that there was indeed nothing wrong with his feet.
"Is it okay?" Song Xiaochun asked impatiently.
"That's okay, there's nothing wrong with your feet!" Bu Fan stood up.
"I told you I'm not sick, but you still don't believe me!" Song Xiaochun said.
"But you are sick in your heart!" Bu Fan said.
"I don't know what you are talking about, go away, I get annoyed when I see you!" Song Xiaochun became more and more impatient.
"You have a good rest, I'm going back."
Bu Fan turned around and left.
"Bu Fan, do you know? I hate you very much, I really hate you. It was obvious that you couldn't even afford to eat at that time.
You always have to do this and that to please everyone in the village. I feel really sorry for you.
But you are so pitiful, why do you smile so happily every day?"
Song Xiaochun lowered his head and murmured softly, as if he was speaking to Bu Fan, but at the same time he seemed to be speaking to himself.
"A happy day is a day, and a sad day is also a day. Why not live happily every day?"
Bu Fan paused, said a word, and stepped out of the room.
"A happy day is a day, and a sad day is also a day?"
Song Xiaochun recited this sentence silently, and his eyes seemed to have a little more brilliance, but then dimmed again.
…
Got out of the house.
Song Yuanwai and his wife hurriedly gathered around.
"How's it going, village chief?" Song Qian asked anxiously.
"Auntie, don't worry, Xiaochun is not seriously ill!" Bu Fan comforted her.
"But why can't Xiaochun stand up?" Song Qian was anxious.
"This should be a mental illness!" Zhou Mingzhu said, touching her chin.
"What is mental illness?" Song Qian asked confused.
"Mental illness means suffering some kind of blow, which creates a hurdle in his heart that he cannot overcome. To put it bluntly, Song Xiaochun himself doesn't want to stand up." Zhou Mingzhu said.
Song Yuanwai and Song Qianshi looked suspicious, and both looked at Bu Fan.
"I don't know what mental illness is, but Mingzhu is right. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Xiaochun's health, it's just that he doesn't want to stand up." Bu Fan shook his head.
"Then how should we treat it?"
Song Yuan has such a son, so naturally he doesn't want anything to happen to Song Xiaochun.
"I'll prescribe some medicine to nourish the mind and calm the nerves first. I'll come back and take a look in a few days."
Afterwards, Bu Fan prescribed some prescriptions for nourishing the mind and calming the mind to Song Yuanwai, and told Yuanwai Song and his wife to talk to Song Xiaochun more often.
To put it bluntly, it is to enlighten Song Xiaochun so that Song Xiaochun will not do stupid things.
…
Less than a day.
The news that Song Xiaochun became a cripple suddenly spread in the village.
Many villagers felt sorry for Song Xiaochun.
You say a good person is useless, but he is useless if you say he is useless.
When the old village chief Wang Changgui and the village chiefs heard about this, they immediately came to Bu Fan to inquire about the situation.
Bu Fan didn't hide anything and told everything exactly.
"Those evil cultivators are too abominable. How can they draw out people's spiritual roots?"
"Yes, you are so inhuman. Even if you draw out the spiritual root, Xiaochun's hamstrings will be disabled!"
The clan leaders were dissatisfied. It took a lot of effort to create two immortal cultivators in the village, but they didn't expect that one of them would be crippled by some evil cultivator.
Bu Fan is really hard to say.
In fact, there are only a lot more cruel things in the world of immortality than this, but they are just in this peaceful world.
evening.
Tonight, Zhou Mingzhu cooked a few side dishes, including fried onions and eggs, fried shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried loofah, and also cooked mushroom and pork ribs soup.
"Sister Mingzhu, is this mushroom edible? Xiaocao, they said it's poisonous!" Fire Qilin picked up a mushroom and asked.
"This is not poisonous, feel free to eat it!" Zhou Mingzhu said with a confident smile.
"Then I'll eat it!"
Fire Qilin put the mushroom into his mouth, and his little face suddenly showed a cute and satisfied expression.
"tasty!"
"Of course, we don't want to see who did it!" Zhou Mingzhu raised her chin slightly.
Bu Fan shook his head, "Mingzhu, what do you think of Song Xiaochun's illness?"
"How else can I watch it? Just lie down and watch it!"
Zhou Mingzhu didn't care, picked up the mushrooms and ate them.
Bu Fan: "..."
This girl only likes to talk nonsense in front of him.
"I think what you said during the day was very reasonable."
"No way, you are the village chief who teaches well. Compared with the village chief, I can't even catch up." Zhou Mingzhu said politely.
really.
Drunk Zhou Mingzhu is cuter.
Bu Fan shook his head, but at this moment, Zhou Mingzhu felt a little dizzy.
"That's strange. Could it be that the mushrooms are not ripe?"
Bu Fan looked a bit off, and quickly stopped Huo Qilin from eating the mushrooms, and then grabbed Zhou Mingzhu's wrist.
"Second man, why are you grabbing my hand?"
Zhou Mingzhu shook off Bu Fan's hand and said vaguely.
"Brother, what is Sister Mingzhu doing?" Huo Qilin asked confused.
"It's poisonous, but not serious!"
Bu Fan was a little bit dumbfounded.
This girl is also a first-level chef, is that all she can do?
However, it wouldn’t be surprising if it was a place that loves germs.
"Second man, let me tell you, the first man showed up, with crippled legs and a violent temper. This routine is too familiar. You don't think that the first man is just a small landowner in the village.
But it has a big background, just wait and see, after Bai Yueguang rescues the first man, and then the first man disappears for a while,
When he comes back again, he will be either a regent or a demon sect leader, and then he will tell a story about you torturing me and Bai Yueguang, the second male lead."
Tsk tsk, it’s a pity that I don’t want to be a white moonlight, let alone seek abuse.”
After Zhou Mingzhu finished speaking, she lay on the ground and fell asleep.
There were two people, one big and one small, staring at each other.
…
Two more days passed.
The servants outside the Song Dynasty hurriedly came to the private school to invite him.
After Bu Fan learned about the situation, he sighed inwardly, picked up the medicine box and went to Song Yuan's maternal home.
At this moment, Mrs. Song's wife, Mrs. Song Qian, was lying beside the bed, crying miserably, "Xiaochun, please get up quickly!"
Bu Fan and Song Yuanwai walked in from outside.
He saw Song Xiaochun lying motionless on the bed.
"Village Chief, Xiaochun hasn't woken up since she slept yesterday. Can you see what's going on?" Song Yuanwai's eyes were red and swollen, and he felt uncomfortable.
Bu Fan nodded, comforted Song Qian for a few words, and sat beside the bed to check Song Xiaochun's pulse. His breathing was steady, not as if something was wrong, but more like he was sleeping.