Chapter 149: She caused trouble

It is used anyway.
Yes, it's useful, but Shen Qingci doesn't know what has changed in her bag of gold and silver beads this time?
When Yan Long walked to a dilapidated yard, the outside was a house made of grass. Even the grass inside was a wasteland. Before entering, he could hear a person coughing violently. One after another, almost torn.
"Master, I'm back."
Yan Long walked in and closed the dilapidated door, avoiding the wind blowing in again.
"You are here," the person inside was lying among a pile of tattered cotton wool. This was his master. He was a beggar who was walking down the street. If no master picked him up, he would be dead now.
"Well, did you get into the barracks?" The old man sat up, his whole body was full of lifelessness, and even his face was gray and bloodless.
"Yes, Master, I'm already in the army, and the general treats me very seriously."
"En, okay," the old man patted his apprentice on the shoulder, "do it well, and follow the general well in the future, not for yourself, but for others, so that there are fewer people like us."
"I know, Master." Yan Long touched her sleeve, and she had some ideas in her heart. The old man coughed a few times. After a while, he felt ill-spirited and fell asleep when he lay down. When he fell asleep, all he could hear was his hissing cough.
Yan Long covered the old man with a shabby quilt, and then walked out. When he came back again, he was followed by an old doctor carrying a medicine box.
The old doctor did not dislike the dirty and smelly body of the old man. As a doctor, he was meant to treat and save people. Besides, people were not saved in vain. People also spent money.
"Fortunately," the old doctor sighed, "you are looking for me, otherwise it will be a day or two at night, it may be really useless."
Yan Long couldn't help but squeezed the small purse in his hand again. If someone hadn't given him this purse, it might be given to him for another ten days, and he might not be able to hire a doctor.
After the doctor gave the old man a few shots, and then fed him some medicine, the old man no longer coughed, and his complexion improved a lot, and he was not as ugly as before.
"Do you want this bottle of medicine?"
The old doctor asked Yan Long, "This medicine is ten taels of silver. If you take it for three days and add other medicines, it will be great. If you don’t use this medicine and use ordinary medicine, it will take about half a month. Choose for yourself."
Yan Long nodded. He took out a small gold bead from the purse, "Is this enough for medicine?"
"Enough," the old doctor touched his beard. "With this golden bead, I can heal him without leaving the root of the disease."
"Okay," Yan Long gave the golden beads to the old doctor, and he was on the side guarding the master. He has no relatives, only the master, and the master is the only thing he cares about in the world.
When Shen Qingci returned to the mansion, she began to prepare the things for her elder sister to hold the fragrance fair. She made more than a dozen colors of balsam, and various fragrance powders were also blended, so she I don't have time to play, I stay in my own courtyard every day.
As soon as she was ready, she suddenly felt a pain in her chest. She covered her chest with her hand, and after waiting for a long time, her delicate brows also tightened.
"It seems that I really got into trouble."