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After tossing half a stick of incense, there was no sound inside.
Not long after, the door finally opened, and two strong men came out one after another wiping sweat from their brows, and bowed to her to say goodbye.
Wan Yao hurriedly nodded and said, "It's time to work."
"It's okay, it's okay, it should be." It's hard to make money these days, and it's a great thing to earn ten copper coins for such an easy job, even if it's serving a young man.
So he added very vaguely: "I think the young master is seriously injured. If the girl still has orders these days, feel free to ask Xiao Er to come and find us."
"Okay, sure."
Wan Yao turned around and entered the house after seeing off the people.
Xiang Huanzheng sat on the bed with a face full of despair. When he heard the movement, he obviously had a guarded posture, as if he was ready to go. When he saw her, his tense nerves gradually relaxed.
There was some noise coming and going in and out of the inn.
Seeing Wanyao closing the door and coming over, Xiang Huan frowned slightly, and stopped talking for a while.
"Can you stop letting these people take a bath for me?"
He felt awkward thinking about it, and complained in a low voice, "It's not like I can't wash myself."
The girl's skirt suddenly stopped in sight, and when Xiang Huan looked up, he saw her drooping eyes, looking at him calmly, with a self-evident attitude.
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So he pursed his lips and said, "It's okay to wash twice once in a while"
Wan Yao couldn't help but tugged at the corner of her mouth, and quickly restrained her face solemnly, "How do you wash it? Do you know how bad your leg is hurt?"
Facing this kind of topic, Xiang Huan had no choice but to remain silent in the face of self-righteousness.
She sat down next to the edge of the bed with a serious face, lined up the ointment for trauma, and ordered: "Raise your hands."
After taking a bath, he changed into a set of clothes from top to bottom. His whole body was refreshed, with the fragrance of soap locust. Wanyao sat up and reached out to unbutton Xiang Huan's coat. He has lost weight these days, the flesh on his chest and lower abdomen has become much lighter, and he can still touch the bones when he touches it.
The skin on the half of the body was blue and purple, and the wounds were healed and scabbed, large and small, although not serious, but the number was astonishing, presumably because he had suffered a lot of revenge in prison.
Wan Yao sighed softly, lowered her head and wrapped the cloth around him.
When she does things, she is always very serious, with black hair sweeping her chin, and her arms are wrapped around her waist and back. For a moment, Xiang Huan's open arms could not help but tighten and close quietly, but in the end she still couldn't hug her. .
He actually also vaguely realized that there are things in this world that he doesn't want to easily disturb.
"The bone here hasn't grown well, and it's been so long, I'm afraid I can only interrupt it and reconnect it." Wan Yao packed up the cloth strips and ointment, and watched him finish the porridge.
"After you rest for a few days and the fever subsides, I'll find someone to heal your leg."
Xiang Huan paused as he drank the porridge, and said hesitantly, "Didn't you treat me?"
"Although I have learned bone setting, my hands are weak and my movements are not fast, which may make the process a lot more painful, so after thinking about it, it is better to find those experienced old doctors."
"I am not afraid of pain."
It's okay to let her mess with his own leg, even if it ruins Xiang Huan's play, but if it's another person, he will feel uneasy in his heart after all.
On the day of the bone setting, it was indeed an experienced old doctor who came, because he looked old and bald, most of his face was shiny, and his beard and hair were as white as snow.
After seeing Xiang Huan's injury, he told Wan Yao bluntly: "There have been thunderstorms and lightning recently, which caused a fire to burn the mountain, so the medicinal herbs are in short supply, and I am afraid that there is no cohosh soup for the bones."
Sure enough, she was hesitating, but Xiang Huan didn't care when he saw this: "If you don't drink, don't drink."
When I was in the army, there was a lack of water, food, herbs, and everything. After a battle, people with short arms and short legs complained everywhere. Not to mention Mabotang, it is a blessing to have herbs for healing. There are so many things to choose.
The old doctor reminded: "Brother, it is very painful to reconnect a broken bone."
The boy's bones have always been hard, so he didn't take it seriously: "It's already been broken, and I'm afraid you will continue it?"
Since the patient didn't care, he stopped insisting.
So I started to prepare, opened the medicine box, and placed a small copper hammer, a few splints, and countless cloth strips in it.
After all, Wan Yao was still worried, and she didn't let go of her tightly knit eyebrows. First, she helped him put needles on several acupuncture points for pain relief, and then she held the cork and slowly bent down.
"Why don't we wait until the medicinal materials are collected before treating him?"
"It's okay." Xiang Huan comforted in a casual tone, "JustIf it can make Wan Yao happier, it doesn't matter if his dignity is swept away.
Xiang Huan turned over thoughtfully.
After all, she seems to have not smiled much for a long time.
The cost of staying in a hotel is actually not a small amount. Although Wan Yao brought all her savings with her before leaving, food, clothing, housing, transportation and herbs are always an indispensable expense.
Xiang Huan didn't know how long this illness would last, so she made some calculations and simply rented a small courtyard in the city, and returned the guest room.
The moving day was quite lively.
In their line of work, a prisoner who was abandoned halfway, a young lady who ran away from home, set off in a hurry, and actually didn¡¯t have much, but enthusiastic neighbors still came to help, those who carried things lifted things, and those who helped others helped others.
In the end, some daily utensils, fruits, vegetables and drinks at home were left for Wan Yao.
In a remote border town, supplies are not abundant, but the people are very simple and hospitable.
She cooks in the evening. She borrows the three yellow chickens sent by her neighbors and cooks them in a pot. She cuts ginger, green onions, and garlic into mince, and seasons them with sugar, salt, vinegar, and fresh chicken broth to make a white-cut chicken.
On the one hand, it also improved Xiang Huan's food, and on the other hand, the hot summer can just cool off the heat and appetize.
She sent one to the aunt next door who raised chickens, and kept the rest for them to eat.
Xiang Huan can barely hop on one leg now, helping her set the dishes with hops.
The chicken was boiled especially tender, Wan Yao knew his taste, so he added more peppers, it was sweet and sour and slightly spicy, the skin was smooth and the meat was very delicious.
Xiang Huan ordered two big bowls of rice with just one chicken leg. His stomach was three-point full, but he still felt it wasn't enough.
He absently picked up a mouthful of rice, took a peek at Wanyao's expression, and then deliberately picked up a dish with chopsticks for her.
"Wanyao." Xiang Huan put down the bowl, sat across from him and knocked sideways, "I saw that uncle just now, and gave him a small jug of wine."
He tentatively proposed: "How about we have a small drink today?"
It's been a while since I had a drink, it would be fine if he didn't see it, but now that I know she's accepted it, I'm so hungry.
Wan Yao was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but stopped his chopsticks, raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.
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Xiang Huan let her look at him, and he lost his temper, and picked up the bowl resentfully, "Understood, don't drink if you don't want to drink"
Seeing that she was finally satisfied and continued to eat, Xiang Huan poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks a few times, and muttered for himself, "Wanyao, I found that you have become more and more fierce recently." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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