"No need to bother."
Old Wu waved his hand and said, "You can still eat fish here."
"Takeout?"
Liu Liang doesn't care. As long as she can eat fish, she can live anywhere, and she still has food and accommodation provided.
Okay then, Liu Liang didn’t refuse.
She and Zeng Xubai moved in directly without even bringing their own luggage. However, Old Wu was not in vain as the housekeeper. He arranged everything just like a biological mother.
The clothes and toiletries were all good. The rooms arranged for them all had their own courtyards. There were bamboos planted outside the courtyards, and it was a large bamboo forest.
The wind blows gently, and the sounds of bamboo shadows make it seem like the ancient times, when one would draw a sword and cut all the bamboos, or pick up a bamboo flute and play a song of Jianghu.
It’s Liu Jing, she doesn’t think about these things.
She squatted beside the bamboo and had been squatting there for half an hour.
Miss Liu, what are you doing here?
Old Wu ran over in a hurry. When he heard that Liu Jing was crazy, she squatted in front of the bamboo when he delivered something to her. He delivered it to her again, and she was still squatting. He came over a while later, and she was still squatting there. Could she be possessed by a ghost?
Old Wu also squatted down, but there was nothing here. These were planted more than ten years ago. They looked at them every day but couldn't find anything different.
Liu Jing slowly turned her head and blinked innocently, "I'm looking for bamboo shoots. I haven't eaten fresh bamboo shoots yet."
Old Wu: “…”
“There are no bamboo shoots here.”
"Oh," Liu Jing stood up, "If there's nothing, then I won't read it."
"Uncle Wu is not well."
A man stumbled over and said, "Go and have a look, the old man is sick again."
Old Wu's face changed. Although his arms and legs were old, he ran very fast.
Liu Jing looked back at the large bamboo forest and she didn't understand why there were no bamboo shoots to eat.
Then she followed Old Wu again.
Inside the house, Mr. Huo was lying on the ground in pain. Several burly men were holding him down tightly. They were not afraid that he would smash things, but that he would hurt himself or even end his life.
Mr. Huo's face was as white as paper at this time. There were big beads of cold sweat on his forehead. The blue veins on his neck were bulging, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
He kept roaring, clenching his hands tightly and pounding the ground hard.
"master!"
As soon as Old Wu came in, he ran over, knelt on the ground, and tightly grasped Old Huo's wrist. "Just bear with it for now, bear with it. We've found someone who can cure you, and you will definitely get better."
Old Huo's cloudy eyes seemed to become clearer, but soon turned red again. Such pain was unbearable for a human. It hurt to the extreme, so much so that he didn't want to live anymore.
Every day of living is torture, suffering, and pain.
"Where's the medicine? Bring it here quickly!" He hurriedly shouted to the group of people around him, "Bring the master's medicine quickly."
"Uncle Wu, it's useless," the man beside him couldn't help but redden his eyes, "The master did drink the medicine, but it didn't work."
"Take it again."
Old Wu kicked the man's leg hard and said, "If one is not enough, take two. If two is not enough, take three. Go get it, go get it!" He shouted like crazy.
The man was also scared and ran out, "I'll get it right away."
At this moment, a fair and delicate hand reached out and placed on Mr. Huo's forehead.
Almost instantly.
Mr. Huo's body, which had been twitching all the time, stopped twitching, his tense skin and flesh slowly relaxed, and even his clenched fists loosened.
His bloodshot eyes also closed.
If his chest hadn't been still rising and falling, Old Wu would have almost thought that Mr. Huo hadn't made it through this.
"It's okay."
Old Wu slumped to the ground, "Are you really okay?"
"Well, it's okay." Liu Liang moved her hand down from Mr. Huo's head. It seemed that Mr. Huo had survived.
"What are you still doing standing here?"
Old Wu kicked the person next to him angrily.
"Help the master to the bed quickly. The floor is so cold."
Several people worked together to carry Mr. Huo to the bed. He was sleeping soundly and even snoring.
Old Wu couldn't help but wipe his face with his sleeve. It had been a long time since the old man had slept well. In the past few decades, he had not had a good day. Now he was snoring like everyone else.
"Uncle Wu."
Liu Liang squatted in front of Old Wu.
"You get up first."
As she spoke, she helped Old Wu up.
Old Wu wiped his face with his sleeve again and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
Liu Liang didn't want to laugh, he was just a sentimental person.
"Thank you."
Old Wu stood up, his heart filled with gratitude, his tears flowing like a Yellow River.
"I didn't do anything."
Liu Liang would never admit it even if she was beaten to death.
"Even if you didn't do anything, as soon as you come, the master no longer feels pain."
Old Wu recalled that every time Mr. Huo was in a state worse than death, he had to go through one hurdle after another. I have never seen the master stop the pain so quickly.
Maybe the painkillers were working.
You see, Liu Liang is very satisfied with her excuse.
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