Something had happened to their family back then: their land was divided, their parents passed away, their eldest brother and sister-in-law were arrested, and their second sister died protecting him. So this time, he had to protect his eldest brother, and all his years of planning would be worthwhile.
Zhang Xingrong didn't say anything else. Gu Qingsong had already found all the herbs, so it was pointless for her to argue. She had to stay here for two days anyway and slowly figure out a solution.
After preparing the medicine for Gu Biao, she immediately went to check on the old man. A few days ago, he had used the medicine from her space, and he had gotten better, but after a few days of traveling, his condition had relapsed. And it was even worse than before.
There was no other way. She took Gu Qingsong's medicine on the surface, but when she boiled it, she replaced it with the medicine in her own space and fed it to the old man. After swallowing the medicine, she did not sleep all night, just observing the old man's condition.
Seeing that she had been guarding the old man, the little devil Gu Weian walked over and looked at her with interest: "Are you interested in this old man?"
If she didn't like him, why would she try so hard to save him?
Zhang Xingrong was stunned for a moment, looking at the eight or nine-year-old child in front of her, a little bit unbelievable.
How old is he? How can his mind be so dirty? How did Gu Biao and Gu Qingsong raise their children? They raised them to be so crazy!
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Gu Weian was puzzled: "You don't like my father?"
My mother told me they were a landlord family. His father's concubine could have been freed, could have stopped being a concubine. But she insisted on applying for a special status, insisting on staying with him. His father neglected his mother for the concubine. Later, after giving birth to him, his mother couldn't stand it anymore and filed for divorce.
That concubine loved his father until her death.
Later, they captured the women. They were very scared at first, but later they also liked his father. He really didn't understand why those women liked his father so much?
But the one in front of me didn't seem to like it and was trying to escape.
Zhang Xingrong didn't know what the little devil in front of him was thinking, so he said seriously, "I don't like him. I don't like your father, nor do I like this old man. I saved him because I'm a doctor, and saving lives is a doctor's duty."
The little devil Gu Weian was very confused: "Why?"
"Why?" Zhang Xingrong thought he was asking about saving lives. "A doctor's duty..."
Gu Weian was full of doubts: "Why don't you like my dad?"
Zhang Xingrong was stunned for a moment, really not understanding the little devil's train of thought: "Why should I like your father? He is not money!"
Although Gu Biao is handsome, he is a pervert. How could she possibly like such a pervert?
The little devil was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Zhang Xingrong to say that, and it took him a while to react. He looked at Zhang Xingrong excitedly: "You're right, he's not money, why would you like him!"
Zhang Xingrong was confused by this little devil. This family is really weird!
"I like you." The little devil suddenly said, "Don't pay attention to this old man. I'll just chop him up."
He was clearly a child, but he said such horrible words. Zhang Xingrong couldn't help but shudder: "I'm a doctor. Saving lives is my duty."
The little devil didn't take it seriously, but suddenly stretched out his foot: "I'm injured too."
As he said this, he unzipped his trouser legs, revealing some messy scars on them.
These were probably injuries from running around in the mountains. There were no roads in the deep mountains, and everyone was walking through a mess of trees, bushes, and thatched grass, so even though they were wearing long clothes and long pants, they still had some minor injuries.
Zhang Xingrong didn't really want to get too close to this little devil, but when he stretched his foot out, she couldn't just ignore him. She turned around, found some herbs, crushed them, and smeared them on him.
"Cover it."
The little devil was full of doubts: "Is this okay? We often roast with fire."
Zhang Xingrong paused, not daring to answer. In fact, holding onto the damp medicine would actually slow the wound's healing. High temperatures sterilize, and keeping the wound dry will help it heal faster. If you can't find medicine, a torch is the best way to heal.
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