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"What do you mean by you?" She was unhappy and pointed at the two injured legs. "If you don't intend to let go of the people who hurt your legs, then you have no right to blame me. Evildoers always get their comeuppance. If they hadn't hurt me, how could they have suffered such bad consequences today?"
No one had ever spoken to him like this before. She didn't fawn over him, curry favor with him, or treat him with courtesy and respect. She had her own ideas and would boldly question what he said. She would retort for almost every word he said.
Seeing her pouting and angry, the man curled the corners of his lips in a smile instead of anger, looked at the stream that was already visible, and asked her: "Are you still going?"
Feng Yuheng sat down on the ground and said, "I'm not going to leave. I'm tired."
The two men sat side by side on the ground, watching the fire in the corpse pit gradually die down, thinking that the bodies were about to be burned up.
At this time, in the crevice where the two had just lived, two figures appeared, wandering around, as if looking for something.
Feng Yuheng stood up, his bright eyes flickered as he looked around for a while, then glanced at the people around him, "Hey, is this someone looking for you?"
The man asked back: "Why can't it be for you?"
"How is that possible?" Feng Yuheng's expression became a little erratic due to thinking, "My mother is seriously ill and can't get up, and my brother is only six years old. Other people in the village are either trying to harm us or trying to avoid us."
She pointed at the two figures, raised her eyebrows, pouted her pink lips, and even tilted her nose slightly upwards, revealing an indescribable cleverness, "The one who ran to the mountain gap must know where you are staying."
The man raised his eyes lazily and looked at Feng Yuheng's carefree and clever look. This girl is very interesting. Yes, very interesting.
Collecting his thoughts, he gently raised his right hand, put his index finger and thumb to his lips to make a whistle, and blew it hard. The two people over there ran towards this side.
There was a young man and an old man over 50 years old. The old man was carrying a medicine box and must be a doctor.
The young man was dressed in black, neat and tidy without any decoration, with a sword on his waist, obviously dressed as a guard. He was obviously relieved when he saw the man in brocade robe, "I couldn't find the master just now, and I thought something happened." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed the panting old man next to him forward, "This is the doctor I found from the capital, let him check the master's injury."
The man in brocade robe nodded and looked at the doctor: "Thank you for your help."
The old man wiped his sweat, said "No, no, no" repeatedly, and hurried forward to check the injury.
The guard then turned his gaze towards Feng Yuheng and asked with a frown, "Who are you?"
"An arsonist." The man in brocade robe answered for her.
Feng Yuheng raised an eyebrow: "Which eye of yours saw that I was the one who set the fire?"
"Both eyes saw it."
"Sir," the old man said, "your kneecap is broken."
These words attracted several people to look at the two legs.
The man in brocade robe nodded, "I know, sir, can you set bones?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Of course I can, but the pain from bone setting is too great for ordinary people to bear! I am..." He glanced at the guard, "I was captured by this young man on my way to see a doctor. There are only a few commonly used medicinal herbs in the medicine box, and there is no Ma Fei San!"
"It will be so painful without anesthesia." Feng Yuheng said coldly.
The old man agreed: "Not only do we need to fix the bones, but we also need to scrape off the rotten flesh on the knee. I see that the wound is swollen, I'm afraid... Sigh, in this desolate mountain, why don't you let this young man carry you and follow me back to the city's medical clinic."
"No." The man in brocade robe refused directly, "Just treat it here."
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, without Ma Fei San, I dare not treat such an injury."
Feng Yuheng didn't want to listen to their argument anymore. She crossed her hands between her loose sleeves and clasped them together. She felt a slight warmth when she touched her right wrist. In an instant, she saw something she shouldn't have seen - in her previous life, she had opened a private pharmacy in the provincial capital.
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