Chapter 211 The little miracle doctor and the little medicine boy

Author: Luo Wuxiao

Chapter 211 The little miracle doctor and the little medicine boy

Zhuo Yao followed Shen Tangluo's line of sight blankly, and his eyes fell on Yan Buwen and Nangong Mo, but in an instant he subconsciously dodged away.

The corner of Shen Tangluo's mouth raised a sarcastic arc, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "In comparison, how do you think you are better than those people?"

Before she finished speaking, Zhuo Yao's limbs froze, her mind went blank, and she couldn't accept it for a moment. Her eyes were full of panic, she couldn't find a reason for herself, and she couldn't refute at all, "I...I …”

When Shen Tangluo saw this, he still didn't let her go. He pressed forward step by step and spoke harshly. The contempt in his peach blossom eyes became more intense, and he said ruthlessly: "It's okay if you don't dare to admit it. Then I'll tell you, you killed innocent people." , is no different from those who killed Nan Lin, and is even more hateful. He taught you to be kind and tried his best to protect you, but you harmed him."

The heart-wrenching words echoed in the mountains. Zhuo Yao's eyes were red and he glared at Shen Tangluo. However, his legs suddenly became weak and he fell to the ground completely. His memory gradually began to become confused.

In the third half of March, it is the night of the God’s Sacrifice.

On the entire Lingqi Cliff, every household lit up lanterns, and there were bonfires and songs on the cliff, but there was a small fenced courtyard that was as quiet as ever.

On a soft moonlit night, with stars filling the sky, the little girl sat on the locust tree in the courtyard, swinging her legs in boredom, puffing out her cheeks with a look of resentment on her face.

Suddenly, she had an idea, picked up a handful of locust flowers, and threw it towards the silver-haired boy who was concentrating on reading under the moonlight.

The young man was caught off guard and was hit. He looked up at her displeased, frowned and scolded: "Xiao Zhuoyao, who taught you to play tricks on people?"

Zhuo Yao drooped his eyelids and said dejectedly: "Little miracle doctor, why do you have to collect medicine every day? You don't let me come out during the day, and you don't let me follow you. I'm not happy."

The young man under the locust tree was silent for a long time, as if he was seriously thinking about the little girl's casual complaint.

After a while, he put the book on the stone table, stood up, his face was filled with solemnity, and he looked up at the night sky. The stars in the sky came into his eyes, reflecting his bright and bright eyes, as if they were contaminated by starlight.

His clear and energetic voice dispersed into the night sky and fell into her heart.

"Medicine is the foundation of medicine, and medicine is the art of benevolence in the world. The way of medicine is the way of benevolence, so the heart of medicine is benevolence. A doctor must do everything personally, no matter how big or small, so there is no mistake. The medicine is collected to prepare for unexpected needs. Patriarch Grandpa is getting older, so I should share more of his burdens."

"I study medicine not to be able to talk on paper, but to cure diseases and save people, and to collect medicines, and to better use what I learn from books where they should be used."

"However," the young man paused, turned his eyes to her, and chuckled: "If it is possible, I hope that there will be no medicine available in the world and no need for medical treatment."

That night, Zhuo Yao felt that the boy's eyes were brighter than ever, as bright as the stars and dazzling.

She stared blankly at the thin, white-haired boy under the moonlight, and remained silent for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but she jumped down from the locust tree, grabbed the young man’s sleeve, looked up at him and said: “Then, little miracle doctor, please teach me, I will also help you save people in the future. Collect herbs.”

After that, the young man acquiesced to her following him every night to identify medicines, walking around him like a little medicine boy, extremely busy and never tired of it.

The little miracle doctor also told her that the most taboo thing for doctors is to lose a kind heart.

The sad laughter echoed on the cliff, and Zhuo Yao cried like crazy, "Nan Lin! Nan Lin!"

"I understand, you must be unwilling to forgive me, that's why you refuse to come back, right? You are disappointed in me."

"But I, but I..." Now I understand, and I regret it.

Will she and the little miracle doctor ever meet again?

The sunshine at this time was particularly bright, shining on the cliff, reflecting Zhuo Yao's pale little face. At this moment, she seemed to hear the voice of the white-haired boy again.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed before her eyes, and the young man in her memory, with silver hair flying and a clean and energetic face, slowly appeared in front of her wearing gray and white coarse linen clothes and smiled lightly at her.

"Xiao Zhuoyao, as a human being in this world, you should treat others with kindness. You must not deceive others with words or harm with evil. I have made you copy it so many times. Even if you just say no, you must really take it into your heart.

have you understood?"

Zhuo Yao was trembling all over. She suddenly got up from the ground and threw herself into the stream of light. However, she missed everything and found nothing.

In just a moment, the smile on his face broke and his whole person froze in place.

She lowered her eyes blankly and looked at her empty hands, feeling desolate and lonely.

So, is she not tolerated by the world, spurned by him, and refuses to see him?

Wuying knew that Shen Tangluo knew the soul-chasing technique, and she could peek into the soul's memory if she wanted to.

This stream of light was transformed from Zhuo Yao’s memory.

When the crescent moon hung high in the sky, under the stars at night, under the locust tree, she could no longer see the white-haired boy, and she could no longer wait for her little miracle doctor.

Today happens to be Chinese Valentine's Day.

ps: At the end of "Nan Zhuo Chapter", the story of the little miracle doctor and the little medicine boy ends here. My dear friends, do you have anything to say? Or maybe let me see if there is anyone else?

Next, let’s take the main line. Please look forward to the next volume "Waiting for Your Return" ~
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