Author: Ging Le

He closed the front and back doors, hurriedly put the water bowl on the stone mill, and hurriedly ran to knock on the door of his room.

After a moment, the door opened.

The young man's figure was stretched by the moonlight.

His eyes were as calm as water, looking at him as usual.

Jing Zhao saw that his hand was empty, without the cold dagger he had just seen.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes and thought he had seen it wrong.

"Are you okay?" Jing Zhao smiled uglier than crying.

"I opened your small treasury and moved your inventory from the warehouse to here." An Ning calmly stated, retreating to make way for Jing Zhao to see clearly.

Jing Zhao laughed, wondering why he could still come up with such a cunning trick at this critical moment.

"Fortunately, you are smart, otherwise my losses would have been huge."

Hearing Jing Zhao's compliment, the young man secretly curled up the corners of his mouth very slightly. This movement was so light that Jing Zhao didn't notice it.

The two men hummed and moved the grain back to the warehouse. Now they were playing a game: the most dangerous place is the safest.

Anfeng had searched his warehouse and found nothing. He would not have thought that they had moved the things away first and then moved them back again.

Aning had just moved out alone. Although there were two of them now, the young man's face was still sweating a lot. He sat on the threshold and secretly covered his abdomen with his left hand.

Jing Zhao noticed something strange at first glance, Aning's face was too pale.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

"No problem." Aning slapped his hand away, "I'm going to bed."

He stood up and wanted to leave, but he staggered and fell to the ground within two steps.

"A Ning!!" Jing Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the person in his arms. He touched the warm liquid in his hand, picked up his palm and saw that it was blood!

Jing Zhao immediately untied his robe, and a wound two fingers wide and one foot long appeared in front of the young man's abdomen. The wound was messily entangled with some strips of cloth, and blood was seeping out. There were faint signs of pus on the edge of the wound.

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Jing Zhao frowned, this little bastard didn't tell him about such a serious injury! He picked him up and kicked open the door of Ah Fu's room.

"Get up quickly!"

Ah Fu had woken up when An Feng and the others came to make trouble, but he had never made a sound. Now he was startled when Jing Zhao suddenly kicked in the door.

Jing Zhao carefully placed Ah Ning on the bed, and Ah Fu, who was already on the bed, was squeezed into a corner.

"What are you doing? It's still dark."

Jing Zhao said: "Aning is injured, please help him quickly."

Ah Fu had a reluctant look on his face. It was this boy who caused him to lose a toe during the day. Now that he fainted here, this was his retribution!

He also helped him treat his illness? What a dream!

Ah Fu pretended to be serious, first looked at his wound, stabbed it twice deliberately, and then checked for his pulse. He sighed and said quietly: "If you can't survive, dig a hole and bury it."

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Jing Zhao's face fell instantly, and he looked at him with gloomy black eyes. His aura was also very strong, although not as good as Aning, but it was more than enough to deal with Ah Fu.

"Do you want to treat it or not?" This seems to be a question on the surface. In fact, if Ah Fu's answer is no, Jing Zhao promises that he will dig a hole in the back mountain as Ah Fu said, but the person who will be buried must be

It's Ah Fu.

Ah Fu shrank his neck, "Well..." He hesitated.

If you want to treat it, you definitely don’t want to treat it! But as the old saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the roof.

Ah Fu once again caught his pulse and carefully checked for a moment, "Brush, ink."

Jing Zhao immediately moved a small square table in front of him and put the pen and ink in his hands. Ah Fu took up the pen and wrote down a few names of medicines on the table.

"Knife." He said again.

Jing Zhao groped for a moment on Aning's body, then found the dagger on his lower back and handed it to Ah Fu.

Ah Fu was so angry when he saw the dagger!

It was this culprit who caused him to become disabled!!

Ah Fu slashed the wound with the knife without leaving any force behind, it was so cruel.

An Ning, who was in a coma, warned softly. The young man frowned and sweatdropped.

Jing Zhao hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and said to Ah Fu: "Be gentle."

Ah Fu looked up at him in his busy schedule and said, "It's too serious. If the carrion is not removed, he will die."

Ah Fu worked for a while, took out a pill from the gourd he carried with him, crushed it into powder in his hand, and sprinkled it on the wound.

Ah Fu thought to himself, if he had any salt now, he would definitely sprinkle some salt on this little bastard's wounds!

His medicine was very effective. When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, the bleeding stopped immediately. He said again: "Cloth."

Jing Zhao took another piece of clean white cloth.

Ah Fu tied up the wound and wiped his hands with some rags. "Take the medicine three times a day. Clean the wound once a day and change the cloth every day. You will be well within five days."

Jing Zhao secretly thought, what kind of panacea? Such a deep wound can be healed in five days, what the hell?! Sure enough, this guy only has some nonsense on him.

He still responded with a smile on his face, "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Fu."

Jing Zhao read the prescription on the table and secretly wrote it down. After wiping the table with a rag, he carried An Ning on his back and said, "I won't disturb your rest. I'm leaving first."

Ah Fu rolled his eyes, and a hint of darkness flashed across the baby's face.

"Little boss." He called Jing Zhao.

"Do you know how this little guy of yours got injured?"

Jing Zhao was stunned for a moment, then turned around: "What do you want to say?"

"The wound on his abdomen is two fingers wide, one finger deep, and more than six inches long. Only a pair of axes can cut such a wound. As far as I know, these two axes are weapons used by soldiers in the army."

Ah Fu raised his head and took a look. Seeing Jing Zhao's silence, he continued:

"He has calluses on his tiger's mouth, as well as on his palms and fingertips. The calluses on his middle finger and little finger are very thick, indicating that he not only holds weapons but also pens. If I guessed correctly, the weapon he uses is a sword."

"Little boss, there are not many people in this army who can hold a sword and hold a pen." He stared at Jing Zhao with a smile.

This fox-like face is just short of the words "I am here to break up this family" written on his face.

Jing Zhao stared at him for a moment. What kind of identity An Ning was, he would tell him if he wanted to when he woke up.

But Ah Fu seemed to have seen through it all, and with the mentality of watching a show, these words made him feel uncomfortable!

Jing Zhao said calmly: "It is rare to see people who are as observant and meticulous as Dr. Afu."

After the words fell, Jing Zhao snorted coldly, turned around and walked out the door.

Behind him, Ah Fu showed a successful smile.

The next day.

It was just dawn, and as soon as Jing Zhao went out, he saw Qing pacing in front of his door, as if looking for him, but he was too worried to knock on the door.

"What's wrong?" Jing Zhao asked, yawning.

Last night, when An Ning was carrying him back to the house, he developed a fever, which persisted. Jing Zhao cooked medicine for him, added some painkilling herbs, and fed him to take it. After taking care of him overnight, An Ning's fever just subsided.

Jing Zhao was also preparing to wash his face and rest for a while. He didn't want to run into Qing.

"My benefactor... my mother seems to have contracted the disease too..." She said with a pained face and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Chapter completed!