Chapter 250: For Marine Ke

Fortunately, today Mr. Yang did not go to the mountains to collect herbs, but was at home, so he was able to help Meng Yue in time.
After hearing about their coming, Mr. Yang only said four words coldly: "taboo disease."
Then he raised his hand and tossed a porcelain tea cup aside. With a snap, the tea cup smashed under his feet, and the water slurry cracked.
Ai Changhuan's heart jumped, thinking, wasn't it, Mr. Lao was so angry? Smash things with a little disappointment? The appearance of this fairy breeze does not look like it.
Meng Yue was too scared to speak, and his feet were terribly painful. Tears rolled in his eyes, and he did not dare to fall.
Mr. Yang glanced at her and said, "Why are you still standing still?"
Meng Xuan is stupid, does not stand on his knees? Kneeling on these fragments? Isn't that both feet gone? What fancy treatment is this?
Yang An came to understand. Although she hadn't studied medicine with Mr. Yang Lao, she still learned some small recipes.
She bent down, picked out the largest and thinnest piece from the pile of debris, and handed it to Meng Yue, saying, "Take this back, then use this to shave the fingernails of the injured toes, and make it thinner. , Just two or three days. "
"This ..." Meng Yue looked at Yang Anxin. Is there any scientific basis for this? Why it sounds so unreliable.
Ai Changhuan whispered to Meng Yue, "Try it first, I think it should be useful, that day ..."
Then Ai Changhuan told Meng Ye that Father Yang had seen her and Lu Zhanke at a glance yesterday, and Meng Ye said, "Is it true? How do I feel so mysterious?"
Although it was said so, this time Meng Yue did not dare not listen anymore and obediently took that piece of porcelain back home.
Ai Changhuan stayed, because Mr. Yang said last time that in order to recover completely from the injury of Lu Zheke, he also needed to drink some solid medicines. She wanted to ask Mr. Lao for such a prescription.
The old gentleman didn't hide it, he gave it quickly, and taught Ai Changhuan how to boil and pay attention to the heat.
Ai Changhuan listened very carefully and asked very carefully, for fear that she might have made a mistake.
Mr. Yang was very satisfied with her, and then said he would give her a reward.
After knowing what the reward was, Ai Changhuan's face could not help but change slightly, because Mr. Yang boiled her a pot of dark potion. He said he drank three bowls a day, at least for one month, one It is best to continue taking the medicine after a month until you are pregnant.
The medicine has been known to be bitter without drinking, because Afar smelled a strong bitter medicine smell, and Ai Changhuan's brows frowned tightly, and she turned to run.
However, thinking of Lu Zhanke, she stopped again, wasn't she just drinking medicine? As long as she is able to conceive a child of Land War Ke, let alone drink three bowls of medicine a day, even if she drinks ten bowls of medicine a day.
She slowly turned around and stared at the bowl of medicine for three minutes. At last, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She reached for the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one breath.
When she drank, she did not dare to stop, because the smell of the medicine would fill the nasal cavity as soon as she stopped drinking, and she was afraid that she would never have the courage to drink it again.
However, even if she pinched her nose hard, the bitter medicine smell spread quickly in her mouth. She put down the bowl and rushed out immediately. She couldn't control her vomiting, but she couldn't spit out anything. Recurring nausea.
Yang An couldn't bear looking at it, and hurriedly brought the candy from his home. He quickly peeled one and stuffed it into Ai Changhuan's mouth: "How is it, is it better?"
Ai Changhuan waved her hands weakly, and the sugar in her mouth seemed to become bitter. She had no desire to eat at all.
Mr. Yang later said: "There are still two bowls."
"Can't you drink it again at night? She's already suffering like this ..." Yang An couldn't bear it.
"Good medicine is good for the sick. If you want to achieve your wish sooner, you must grit your teeth and eat this bitterness. Otherwise, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"
Mr. Yang is right. If he wants to get it, he must pay for it first. If he ca n’t eat the bitterness, how can there be gains, so she must bear it. No matter how hard it is, she must drink all three bowls of medicine. .
I sipped my mouth slightly with water, and Ai Changhuan reached for the second bowl of medicine ...
It was so difficult to drink all three bowls of medicine. Ai Changhuan felt like the whole person had walked from hell. She had never thought that there was such a bitter thing in the world, and you could not wait to spit out your tongue. After drinking the medicine, she felt a strong smell of medicine in each of her pores, even the tip of the hair, with a bitter taste.
However, this is the first day, and there are 29 days left. She doesn't know if she can persist for that long.
Looking at her pale face, Yang An was also very distressed, and secretly complained to Father Yang, saying that he had made the medicine so bitter, it was purely torture, why ca n’t you put some sugar and some honey in it?
Father Yang said that it would destroy the medicine, and it would be useless to drink it. He also asked Ai Changhuan to come early the next morning because he wanted to take her to the mountains to collect herbs.
"Why?" Ai Changhuan asked weakly.
"As I said, the medicinal materials must be the freshest to have the best effect, so you have to pick your own medicine every day, and then boil it after you come back. I will teach you how to know the herbs and how Pick, teach you how to cook, so that even if I go back, you can decoction yourself. "
what? You have to pick your own? Ai Changhuan just felt that his life was worse than that medicine.
Ai Changhuan is still struggling with his own thoughts on the other side, and Meng Zheng and Feng Jinghe are also struggling fiercely on the other side.
Meng Yue was dubious about Mr. Yang's method, and was more resistant to the behavior of scraping his toes with porcelain, so he regretted it when he returned home, and refused to do so, and only applied it with hot water. .
Feng Jinghe is much more sensible than her. In his opinion, illness is more important than image, so he grabbed Meng Yue and helped her shave her toes by herself.
It was said that Feng Jinghe was about to start, and Meng Hui naturally ran away in a fright, but he was caught by Feng Jinghe before he ran two or three steps, hugged his waist, and hugged him on the sofa.
"Don't move." Feng actually clasped Meng Yue's feet with one hand and held the sharp piece of porcelain with one hand.
"You ... you let go ..." When a man scratched his feet like this, Meng Yue felt embarrassed even if he was nervous.
"I'll let go after I finish helping you." Feng Jinghe refused to give in.
"I do not want……"
"Be obedient, don't make trouble ..." Feng Jinghe's expression was serious, not at all like a joke.
Knowing that he couldn't run, Meng Yue had to compromise: "You let go, I'll do it myself."
Feng actually agreed and released her.
Meng Yue jumped up and turned to run again.
Feng Jinghe grabbed her back with a clear hand, pressing her arms against her shoulders, and the whole person hovered over her: "You're cheating."
Meng Yue thundered under his body: "No, I said that I would come by myself, but I didn't say when and how it was a fraud."
"..." Feng Jinghe was dumbfounded by her arrogance, so she had to trap her hands recklessly. "You can't make a fool of this, or you really need to amputate."
Meng Xun's face became red all over again, because when Feng Jing just talked, the hot breath sprayed on her face, and then she realized how ambiguous their posture was.
She bit her lip, her eyes dodging, and she said, "You get up, I'll do it myself, and I guarantee that what I said this time is true, and I didn't lie to you."
She was very serious, Feng Jinghe almost believed, he hesitated a moment, then said firmly: "No, I still have to come, or you will regret it later."
"You ..." Meng Yue almost cried.
But Feng Jinghe had a lot of strength. She picked her up three or two times, and sat her upright on the sofa. Then she sat next to her and lifted her injured leg again. On his lap.
Meng Yue was shocked and immediately wanted to pull his leg back, but Feng Jinghe held it down: "Don't move!"
Then he started to use that piece of porcelain to help her shave her toes. Because he was afraid of hurting her, he shaved very carefully. It looked like he was not doing a trivial task, but was carving a fine jade, careful and careful. .
Looking at Feng Jinghe's seriousness, Meng Yue's face became redder and redder, oh dear, why was he so serious? Wouldn't it be nice to just do it twice? Even if she came by herself, she did two things casually, but he was so serious that she couldn't help but feel shocked.
Feng Jinghe held Meng Xun's feet and was really serious at helping her in the beginning, but slowly, slowly, she began to care for herself, because he suddenly found that Meng Xun's toes were very beautiful One by one, round and bright, like pink pearls, he didn't understand why a person's feet would look so good?
Is this the jade foot in ancient books? Beautiful enough to make people want to hold it in their palms and play with it.
Both people's minds flew to other places, and the treatment of wounds became an insignificant matter.
If it wasn't because the legs had been stretched for too long and the calves began to become numb, Meng Wei did not know how long she would stare at Feng Jinghe. She twitched her legs slightly and asked, "Are you okay?"
Feng Jinghe also returned to God at this time. He hesitated for a second, and then answered in a panic, "Oh, OK."
Meng Xuan pulled her feet from Feng Jinghe's arms, and the two looked at each other, then turned their eyes at the same time, a little embarrassed.
Meng Yue coughed awkwardly and said, "Thank you."
Feng Jinghe was also very uncomfortable and replied, "Nothing."
Then there was a long silence, which lasted until sleep at night.
Because of climbing to Meng Yue's bed last night to go to bed, Feng Jinghe proposed to sleep on the floor this time, and he wrapped the quilt tightly in case he did anything else at night.
Meng Yue was lying on the bed, watching Feng Jinghe, who was sleeping on the ground, cursing a fool in his heart.
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