"What are you doing?" She was unhappy and pointed at the two injured legs. "If you don't intend to let go of the person who injured your two legs, then you have no right to accuse me. Evil people have always been punished. If they
If you don’t harm me, how will today’s evil consequences come about?”
No one had ever spoken to him like this before. There was no groveling, no following others, and no courtesy or respect. She had her own ideas and would boldly question his words. She would almost choke on every word he said.
Seeing her pouting and fuming, the man smiled instead of angry and raised the corners of his lips. He looked at the visible stream and asked her, "Are you still going?"
Feng Yuheng sat down on the ground, "I can't leave anymore, I'm tired."
The two of them sat on the ground side by side, watching the fire in the corpse pit gradually shrinking, thinking that the body was almost burned out.
At this time, at the crevice in the mountain where the two of them had been living, two figures appeared moving around, as if they were looking for something.
Feng Yuheng stood up, her bright and vivid eyes flickering for a while, then she looked at the people around her, "Hey, am I here to see you?"
The man asked back: "Why can't it be you?"
"How is that possible?" Feng Yuheng's expression became a little erratic due to her thoughts, "My mother is seriously ill and cannot get up, my brother is only six years old, and other people in the village are either thinking of harming us, or they are avoiding us."
She pointed at the two figures, raised her eyebrows, pursed her pink lips slightly, and even her little nose was slightly tilted upward, revealing an indescribable agility, "He's running towards the crevices of the mountain."
, I must know where you will end up."
The man lazily raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yuheng's careless and somewhat clever look. This girl is very interesting. Well, very interesting.
After retracting his thoughts, he gently raised his right hand, put his index finger and thumb to his lips to make a whistle, and blew hard, and the two people rushed towards him.
They were a young man and an old man over fifty years old. The old man was carrying a medicine box and must be a doctor.
The young man was dressed in black, neat and unadorned, with a sword on his waist and clearly dressed as a guard. He was obviously relieved after seeing the man in brocade robes, "I just couldn't find my master, so I thought something had happened.
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed the old man who was panting next to him forward: "This is the doctor my subordinates found from Fucheng. Let him look at the master's injuries."
The man in brocade robe nodded and glanced at the doctor: "Thank you."
The old man wiped his sweat, said "don't dare, don't dare", and hurriedly stepped forward to check the injury.
The guard then turned his attention to Feng Yuheng, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"An arsonist." This was what the man in brocade robes answered for her.
Feng Yuheng raised her eyebrows: "Which of your eyes saw that I set the fire?"
"Both eyes saw it."
"Sir," the old man said, "your kneecaps are broken."
One sentence attracted several people to look at those two legs.
The man in brocade robe nodded, "I know, sir, can you set bones?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Yes, I will, but the huge pain caused by bone setting is probably unbearable for ordinary people! The old man is..." He glanced at the guard, "I was killed by this man on the way to the clinic.
The little brother caught it. There are only a few commonly used medicinal materials in the medicine box, and there is no Mafei powder!"
"Without anesthetic, it will hurt to death." Feng Yuheng said coldly.
The old man agreed very much: "And not only does the bone need to be set, but the rotten flesh on the knee also needs to be scraped off first. The old man saw that the wound was swollen, I'm afraid... oh, in this barren mountain, we have to scrape off the rotten flesh first.
If you don't let this little brother carry you, follow me back to Fucheng Medical Center."
"No." The man in brocade robes simply refused, "Just treat it here."
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, the old man wouldn't dare to treat such an injury without Ma Fei San."
Feng Yuheng didn't want to listen to their argument anymore. She crossed her hands between her loose sleeves and felt a slight heat coming from her right wrist. In an instant, she saw something she shouldn't have seen.
——In her previous life, she opened a private pharmacy in the provincial capital.