The arrival of Li Minglou's group surprised the young man who was carrying a basket on his back. He paused and seemed to be about to greet them, but the next moment he turned around and jumped into the door and disappeared.
Fang Er nodded and commented: "His skills are very good, and the wound healed very well."
He personally examined and treated the young man, applying medicine and bandage, and knew the severity of the young man's injuries.
Li Minglou stopped the car, opened his umbrella and stepped out.
The broken door of Ji's house was closed. Behind the broken door, Ji Liang shook his robe and said, "Are you passing by? I don't have any water to lend you."
This time, the old man was not present. If he had been, he would have been angry and yelled at me for being ungrateful and disrespectful.
It had only been a while, so he pretended not to know him. The old man had already said that if it weren't for the young men in Li Minglou, they would have been beaten to death.
Yuan Ji has seen a lot of things in the world, but this is the first time he has seen such an ungrateful person. He frowned, not because he was dissatisfied with Ji Liang's attitude. He had many ways to deal with ingratitude, so there was no need to worry about it.
What worries him is that this person is really the Mr. Hunter that the young lady is looking for? Is he someone that adults also respect?
Li Minglou was not angry, and replied seriously: "We are not passing by, nor are we borrowing water."
Ji Liang revealed half of his face from the door: "Miss, I don't have any money either. If you come here to ask for money to save people, your trip will be in vain."
In fact, this man was not a madman, his mind was spinning very fast, and Li Minglou couldn't help but laugh.
"If you can't get angry anymore, then you can only give the person a good beating to pay off the debt." Ji Liang said, seeming to think this was a good idea. His eyes were bright and he stuck his head out of the door. "You can give him a good beating. It turns out that
You can beat him to whatever extent he is injured."
Li Minglou was stunned, was this a provocation or a rogue? But looking at Ji Liang's expression, he was hopeful, sincere, excited, and eager to try.
"Come on, come on, let's fight." He waved his hand as if to solicit guests.
Li Minglou shook his head. Regardless of whether he was provocative, rogue or sincere, he was really crazy to say such things and do such things.
"Dad!" The young man shouted from the yard, his voice angry and anxious. He seemed to believe that his father really had this plan, and in order to achieve this goal, he was very likely to persuade or anger Li Minglou and others.
"Small bowl." Ji Liang was a little unhappy to be interrupted by his son. He rolled his eyes and spoke softly, "Don't be afraid. With dad here, being injured is nothing."
Is this the father trying to persuade his son to come out and accept being beaten? Fang Er, who originally ignored him, also looked over in surprise. No wonder the old man said that this man was half mad. He was not half mad, but completely mad.
Li Minglou did not let the father and son continue to discuss the beating, and walked to the door holding an umbrella: "Mr. Ji, I'm here to seek medical treatment."
Before Li Minglou finished speaking, Ji Liang got out of the broken door.
It turns out that a body as thin as a bamboo pole can be so flexible, Yuanji and Fang Er flashed this thought at the same time as they looked at the man standing in front of them.
"Ha, ha." Ji Liang laughed a few times, "That's right, I am a doctor, who wants to consult?"
Without waiting for Li Minglou's answer, Ji Liang's eyes swept over Li Minglou's Fang Yuanji and shook his head: "It's not you. You are all fine. Are you going to see a doctor?"
He raised his hand and patted it, looked at the carriages and horses parked in front of the door, and nodded with satisfaction: "There are carriages and horses coming to pick you up, not bad."
Ji Liang asked and answered himself in one breath, then turned to look behind him: "Little bowl, little bowl, bring me my medicine box."
The door was opened, and Xiaowan, the young man who ran in earlier, came out: "Dad, can you listen to what I have to say first?"
Unlike the old man, Xiaowan didn't refute when he heard his father say that I was a doctor.
It was obvious that he didn't think his father was crazy.
Xiaowan glanced at Li Minglou and lowered his head: "My dad doesn't treat all diseases."
Although he said these words, he held the hem of his clothes with his lowered hands and rubbed them unconsciously, revealing that he was nervous, uneasy, and unsure of himself.
Ji Liang was very dissatisfied with his son's introduction: "You are not me. You will know if you can see it or not."
Xiao Wan's face turned even redder, and he called out to his father angrily: "She is not your son. She can let you try whatever you want, and it doesn't matter if she dies."
Ji Liang was also annoyed: "I am not a casual person. Have I tortured you to death?"
Xiao Wan's thin body trembled slightly. The word "torture" brought back memories, and the pain made him even more angry: "That's because this lady gave me good medicine first."
The doctor was most angry at being said to be inferior to others. Ji Liang was even more angry and waved his hands: "Those medicines are of no use at all. I cured you."
Li Minglou hurriedly asked: "Mr. Ji saved and cured him?"
It was obviously Fang Er who treated the young man's injuries at that time.
Ji Liang snorted and stopped hiding: "The injury he suffered can't be cured so quickly by applying medicine. You have to rely on me. Only stitches like this can heal quickly."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pulled it.
His movement was so fast that before Xiaowan could react, his shirt was pulled off, revealing his thin body.
That day, his skin and flesh were torn open after being whipped. Fang Er sprinkled medicinal powder with his own hands and wrapped the wound in cloth. At this time, some of the wound cloth was left on his face, and with his hair covering it, you couldn't see much difference, but his body was completely different.
There was no trace of the wound cloth wrapped around it, and there was no trace of medicinal powder on it. There were only twisted red earthworm-like scars on the skin. There were traces of stitches on the scars, as if the clothes had been patched.
Fang Er and Yuan Ji took a step forward with shocked expressions. Li Minglou raised the black umbrella in his hand, revealing his figure, and examined his eyes under the cloth.
Xiaowan came back to his senses and subconsciously pulled up his clothes to cover himself. Yuanji had already reached out and pressed his shoulders: "Is this really sewing?"
There is no need to ask how Xiaowan's injury is healed. Having fought on the battlefield, he knows the severity of the injury very well, so he also has a better understanding of the significance of the speed and degree of recovery from such injuries.
His hand touched the scar on the small bowl and trembled slightly.
"It's better than our medicine." Fang Er said.
If they used their usual wound medicine, Xiaowan would still need to stay in bed and wouldn't be able to run in and out with a basket on his back.
Ji Liang looked proud and enjoyed the shock of the three of them. His eyes fell on Li Minglou, and he suddenly felt happy: "Of course, I am the best at treating this kind of injury. Miss, let me take a look at your injury..."
Only then did he see Li Minglou's covered head and face, and immediately reached out to lift Li Minglou's hood.
"Hey." Yuan Ji and Fang Er shouted at the same time, turning back to Li Minglou in an instant. With a bang, Ji Liang was pushed away and hit against the broken door.
There was a banging sound when the door was broken open, and Ji Liang also yelled: "Why are you beating someone!"
Xiaowan took two steps toward Ji Liang and saw that although he was shouting, he was still standing leaning against the door, so he stopped and called out dad angrily.
"What happened?" Someone happened to come and heard the noise and shouted.
Everyone looked back and saw the old man from that day. The old man was shocked when he saw this scene.
"Ji Liang, you have caused trouble again, ah, Xiaowan is on you! Oh my God, Ji Liang, you just messed with those chickens, ducks and rabbits, why did you do evil to Xiaowan!"
"Poor little bowl! You've suffered so much! I should have guarded you."
"Good man, don't be afraid, this Ji Liang is a madman."
The old man was shouting, scolding and comforting, making a lot of noise all by himself.
Li Minglou interrupted the old man: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to seek medical treatment. Mr. Ji is just the doctor I need."
The old man was startled when he asked a lunatic for medical treatment. He was even more frightened when he saw Li Minglou's appearance, and he stammered: "Miss, you cannot seek medical treatment indiscriminately if you are seriously ill."
"I'm not the kind of doctor who throws money at random." Ji Liang corrected angrily.
Xiao Wan did not refute his father, he hesitated and lowered his head: "My father's medical skills are not good yet. Miss, please wait and wait for him to practice again."
Ji Liang was even more angry: "What are you practicing? Didn't I cure you? You yourself believed that I could cure you, so you asked me to cure it, and now you say no!"
"It will leave scars." Xiao Wan turned around and shouted angrily.
Li Minglou looked at this young man, his hard and cold heart felt warm.