This was the first time that Li Minglou took the initiative to lift the car curtain. Previously, he only asked Fang Er to save people by saying something through the window.
Fang Er and Yuan Ji let go of the reins. What are they going to do? Stop this madman from treating this young man's injuries?
"Ji Liang, don't go crazy." The old man shouted angrily, "This is your son, not for you to play with."
Ji Liang looked at the boy in his arms, his green bean eyes shining brightly: "I'm not playing."
"Dad." The boy didn't know if he woke up because he sensed danger, but his voice was weak and feeble, "I'm not one of those pheasants and rabbits."
Ji Liang looked at his son in his arms, his bright eyes wandering over his face and body: "But you are injured. It would be a pity not to be cured."
The old man couldn't stand it anymore and raised a medicine bottle and shook it: "The good man gave the medicine and asked you to cure it, but the little bowl died like those chickens, ducks and rabbits!"
This sentence reminded him, and he threw the three pheasants he was carrying in his other hand at Ji Liang's feet.
"This thing almost killed Xiaowan, why don't you change it?"
The old man had already explained the reason why Xiaowan was beaten. Ji Liang looked at the pheasant at his feet with pain: "It's not rotten, it's just that the leg was broken and then reattached. It's fine."
The old man sighed: "Stop being so crazy and bring a small bowl in quickly...it's a good thing."
The old man pushed Ji Liang through the door. When he turned around and saw that the carriage and horse were still there, he thought he had left.
"Good man." He thought for a while and tried to test, "There is no good tea in the poor houses in the mountain villages. Come in and have a drink of water."
Ji Liang was unhappy: "I'm not here to see a doctor. I still need to boil water."
The old man pushed Ji Liang in and saluted Li Minglou repeatedly: "Don't blame the good people, don't blame the good people. Don't blame him for being a lunatic."
Yuan Ji said: "No need to bother, I just want to make sure that the child is okay."
Fang Er also came over at the same time: "I'm going to apply medicine to this child."
It turned out that this was the case. The old man suddenly felt ashamed. No one would be relieved to see this crazy father. As the saying goes, if you save a person, you will save him and send him to the West. If the child dies, he will not feel comfortable doing good deeds.
"That's great." He thanked Fang Er profusely and led Fang Er in.
Li Minglou sat in the car and listened to the old man scolding Ji Liang to boil water from the yard. There were the sounds of kicking footsteps and Ji Liang's high and low complaints.
"Miss, this person..." Yuanji had a guess, but he was not sure.
Li Minglou was not sure, but her intuition told her that Ji Liang was Mr. Lie.
But why did Mr. Lie change his name? Why is he considered a lunatic in the eyes of the villagers? It does seem abnormal. And does Mr. Lie have a son?
Mr. Lie saved Xiang Yun and became famous in the Xiang family. There was a period when many people were talking about him. Jiang Liang and Liu Fan, who had nothing to do, naturally also talked about it, especially after Xiang Yun gave Mr. Lie to Li Mingyu.
The purpose of their discussion was naturally to let Li Minglou know how powerful Mr. Lie was, how sincere and sincere Xiang Yun was in making this decision, and how he valued Li Mingyu more than his own life.
"Mr. Lie loves soldiers as much as his sons. In the army, he treats everyone equally regardless of their official position. He often says that he has no sons, and everyone in his eyes is his beloved son."
It sounded like taking advantage. Li Minglou thought that he had laughed when Jiang Liang said this, and Jiang Liang himself laughed too.
"This is the heart of an innocent child." Liu Fan thought the joke was too boring. "It is precisely because he has no other thoughts besides healing injuries and saving people that his skills have improved. However, he may have been stimulated by something, for example, he does not have a son."
Liu Fan was joking, Jiang Liang laughed, but Li Minglou thought this was boring.
No son.
If I think about it carefully now, it may mean two things: I never had a son, or I had a son but lost it.
"Ji Liang! You have to go crazy, don't you? Stay away from Xiaowan."
The voice of the old man raising his head came from the unfolded door of the decaying courtyard wall.
"He can't treat his injuries like this." Ji Liang's voice was also confident.
"He can't? You can? Because your Xiaowan almost died, but because of his Xiaowan, he saved a life." The old man was really angry, and his voice shook the door.
Li Minglou also trembled and stretched out her hand to hold her chest. She had a guess.
This speculation made her excited and she had to gasp for air. She hardly breathed now, probably because she was a dead person.
Fang Er walked out, and the old man grabbed Ji Liang and walked out too. I don't know whether he was pressing down to express his thanks or because he was afraid that Ji Liang would touch Xiao Wan's wound.
"Thank you so much, kindhearted person."
"It's been cured."
Hearing what Fang Er said, Ji Liang curled his lips but did not refute.
Yuanji looked inside the car: "Miss, do you want to take a look?"
Li Minglou said no, Fang Er got on the carriage, Yuan Ji got on the horse again, and this time he really turned around and left.
Li Minglou slightly opened the curtains and looked behind. The old man gratefully followed him a few steps and bowed deeply. Ji Liang stood by the door without moving, muttering something unknown, and the sunlight exposed her face.
My fingertips tingled a little bit.
Li Minglou retracted his hand and returned to the darkness: "Fang Er, you personally treated the child's injuries without going through other people's hands, right?"
Others were naturally referring to the semi-madman who looked at his child with bright eyes and seemed to want to cut him open and turn him over. Fang Er nodded: "No, I applied the medicine and wrapping myself."
The lady really cares about this child.
"Don't worry, miss, his injury will heal in a while," Fang Er said.
Li Minglou said hello and said no more.
The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the footsteps of the old man and Ji Liang were walking up and down in the yard, arguing, muttering, scolding, and complaining until the old man left, and everything fell into silence. Then the door creaked and was pushed open, Ji Liang's little eyes flashed.
: "Small bowl."
Xiao Wan was lying on the bed and seemed to be fast asleep.
"Don't pretend to be asleep," Ji Liang said, "Do you know what happened when that person treated you?"
The tone is seductive, threatening and gloating.
Xiao Wan was not sad or angry because of his father's attitude. He had already been numb. However, he raised his hand to his face and touched half of the wrapping cloth.
Did the wound become like that of the lady in the car?
"Xiao Wan." Ji Liang got close to his face, with a flattering expression on his face, "Let me treat you again. You will definitely get better soon."
Then he straightened his back and his voice was full of confidence.
"Xiaowan, others don't believe me, dad, why don't you still believe me? You have seen me heal those chickens and rabbits with your own eyes. I can sew up the belly of a pheasant, and I can also sew up your injured skin.
Not even a scar left."
No scars were left, and the eyes on the other side of Xiaowan's face opened: "Okay."
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The Li family's house is right in front of us, and we came back earlier today than yesterday.
"Miss, are you still going out tomorrow?" Yuanji asked.
Fang Er looked back at him and felt a little strange. Why did Yuanji ask this? It should be the lady's order whether to go or not.
"I'm not going." Li Minglou said in the car.
So his guess was correct. The young lady must have confirmed that Ji Liang was Mr. Lie, and Yuan Ji answered yes.
"One more thing." Li Minglou's voice came again, and the car curtains were slightly raised.
Yuanji approached and waited for instructions.
"Did the family send the filial piety to grandma for the past six months?" Li Minglou asked.
Li Fengan sends pension money to Mrs. Li every six months. After the accident in the first half of the year, I don't know if he still follows the rules.
"It's a little late, we're on the way now." Yuanji replied.
Li Minglou nodded and lowered the car curtain: "You don't need to give that money to grandma."