She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 124 You Have a Bad Reputation
"Fortunately, it's not too serious, but I have to take the decoction internally." Fortunately, Shi Luo used his spiritual power, otherwise the scalding soup splashed down would not be a severe burn, but a moderate burn.

"Don't break the blisters. If you accidentally break them, don't touch the water. Apply ointment after disinfection. If you need to go out, wrap them in gauze." The doctor also warned, "We must pay attention to diet and rest these days."

"I have ointment." The doctor was about to prescribe the medicine when Shi Luo spoke.

The last time she was hospitalized, her hospitalization fee was confiscated, and Ming Xun will definitely not ask for money this time. She has ointment, which can save Ming Xun some money.

No matter how rich you are tomorrow, it will be hard earned.

"Have you been to the hospital?" The doctor asked with a smile.

"I bought the medicine myself." Shi Luo grew up with the old man who suffered from headaches and brain fever, and always drank the medicine she made. She explained, "I have read a few medical books."

"Little girl, don't use this medicine indiscriminately."

"Doctor Bu, I'll bring the ointment soon. You can show me it then." Ming Xun said at this time. He knew that Shi Luo lived far away from the city since he was a child. It's all about collecting medicine by yourself.

Qu Aiguo came quickly.

Dr. Bu sniffed the ointment carefully, a little surprised, "Is this the medicine you made yourself?"

"Ah."

"Little girl is quite talented. This prescription is not written in the medical books. Did you change it yourself?"

Shi Luo nodded again.

"Little girl, are you interested in learning from me?" Dr. Bu knows that talented students are rare. Shi Luo was able to improve the prescriptions by himself without systematic study and no one to teach him. Unavailable students.

"I may not be free." Shi Luo didn't object to learning more, but she couldn't guarantee how long she would stay in Shangjing. Since she wanted to learn, she couldn't give up halfway.

"If you are busy on weekdays, you can come over twice or three times a week. I don't want to miss you, a good seed." Dr. Bu decided to settle for the next best thing.

If the students of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine knew that the famous Dr. Bu was so accommodating to a little girl, and only hoped that the little girl could learn from her, they would be very envious.

"Doctor Bu, Luoluo may not stay in Shangjing for long." Ming Xun explained.

"That's it." Dr. Bu felt a little regretful, "That's a pity."

She returned the ointment to Shi Luo, "This medicine is effective, so I won't prescribe anything else for you, but you must pay attention to what should be paid attention to, and the doctor must also protect his hands well."

"Thank you, Doctor Bu."

The two of them were about to reach the door, and Dr. Bu felt it was a pity after thinking about it, "Little girl, when will you leave Shangjing?"

Shi Luo glanced at Ming Xun and said, "One year later."

Shi Luo is talking about the day of death in Ming Xun or the day of resurrection.

In Ming Xun, the corners of her lips hook slightly.

In the previous few times, it fell back for half a year to a year.

This time, it is definitely a year.

She was trying her best to keep him alive.

"One year, that's not a short time. In this way, during this year, you can come here whenever you are free and stay by my side. What do you think?" Dr. Bu sighed, "To tell you the truth, in today's society, people who trust traditional Chinese medicine There are fewer and fewer people, and there are even fewer people who are really proficient in Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is the quintessence of our country, and it should be carried forward.”

There are not many medical books that have been handed down for thousands of years, and there are not many doctors who can learn the essence from generation to generation.

So it's rare to meet someone who is talented and can improve the prescription by himself, and there may be even greater achievements in the future, Dr. Bu is unwilling to miss it.

"Okay." Shi Luo replied, "Thank you, Dr. Bu."

Shi Luo likes things with ancient charm.

"Luoluo, you said you're going to my house in ten days?" On the way back, Ming Xun kept looking at the back of her hand. On it was the ointment he had just applied for Shiluo, a thin layer of dark brown, which made her hands look a little bit Miserable, Ming Xun's pupils are dark, he asked.

"Eight days later." Shi Luo corrected, two days had passed.

"Then what's the most important thing for you these eight days?" Ming Xun still didn't move his eyes away.

"Not at all."

"Then come home with me today, and come back after the injury on your hand heals." Ming Xun suggested.

I am afraid that as long as the life is still alive, other things will not matter.

She doesn't pay much attention to the wound on her hand.

"To live at your house?" Shi Luo looked sideways at him.

"Yes." Ming Xun nodded, "You hurt your hand, it's inconvenient to do things, you have to get someone to help you, I don't worry about you living alone."

"Besides, don't you want to relieve the evil spirit in my body? In my house, it is much more convenient for you and me." Ming Xun explained again, "There is only my grandfather and me at home, and the aunt who cooks, no one else. "

"Although you are my friend, there are differences between men and women. I live in your house, which will give you a bad reputation." Ming Xun is her friend, and she has to think about Ming Xun.

Zhang Jia, who was driving, suppressed a smile.

Miss Shi is indeed different.

"How long can I live? What's the use of fame?"

Shi Luo clearly heard the depression in Ming Xun's words.

She couldn't bear to refuse immediately, "Okay, then I'll stay here for a few days."

"In the past few days, I will inquire about houses outside for you. When the rent is ready, you can live there directly." Ming Xun originally thought that as long as Shi Luo wanted to, he would live in a haunted house, but looking at it now, it still doesn't work.

Luoluo was injured twice for three days, and he couldn't be relieved if he didn't look at it.

Ming Xun has never wanted to live as much as he does now.

"Luoluo, I want to live." Ming Xun didn't plan to hide it from Shi Luo.

The moment Ming Xun's words fell, Shi Luo's heart tightened for a moment.

want to live.

Just four simple words, for most people, this is the most inconspicuous and least worth mentioning thing.

But for people like Ming Xun, it is an extravagant hope, a dream, and an unattainable thing.

"Okay, I will try my best." Shi Luo sat up slightly, she stretched out her hand, and patted Ming Xun's shoulder with her good hand, "Master has called me, he will come to Beijing in a while, He has to test the evil spirit in your body before he can decide what to do."

The moment Shi Luo agreed to go to the Ming family's old house, Zhang Jia had already turned the car and headed east.

The Ming family's old house is not in the center of the city, nor is it as far away as the suburbs. It is on Wutong Road.

Wutong Road is a famous road in Shangjing.

It was not called Wutong Road at first, because the Ming family planted a piece of Wutong in front of the old house, and the road through the Wutong forest was named Wutong Road.

The Lu Ming family took up half of this route.

There are fewer cars and fewer people on the road on weekdays, but it is a rare quiet place.

Before arriving at the old house, Shi Luo liked this place.

She closed her eyes and felt it for a while, then said with a smile, "This place has more aura than other places."

Apart from Lianyun Mountain, this was the second place Shi Luolai encountered in Shangjing that was full of aura.

"If you have enough spiritual energy, it's better to stay in Luoluo for a longer period of time, and your body will recover faster." Before getting to know Shiluo, Ming Xun only thought that the air on Wutong Road was good and it was comfortable to stay there, but he didn't expect it to be full of spiritual energy.

"Spiritual power?" Zhang Jia felt that he was a little stimulated today. He swallowed, looked at Shi Luo through the rearview mirror, and asked, "Miss Shi, the spiritual power you mentioned is the kind in the novels about cultivating immortals." Absorbed the spiritual power that can ascend?"

It turned out that he was living in a fantasy world.

"You're overthinking again." Shi Luo broke Zhang Jia's fantasy, "For thousands of years, no one has ascended to the ascension."

No matter how talented one is in cultivating the Tao and how rich the spiritual power is around one, the cultivator will eventually perish.

Zhang Jia glanced at Shiluo, and after a while, looked again.

Time seems to be unaware.

Ming Xun asked in a cold voice, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Miss Shi, may I ask, how old are you?" Zhang Jia asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

A cold hum.

Ming Xun looked at the past coldly.

Shi Luo didn't have the awareness that a girl's age cannot be asked, so she replied, "22."

Zhang Jia chuckled, not hiding the truth from Shi Luo, "Miss Shi, at first I thought you were the kind of out-of-the-world expert who cultivated in the mountains, even if you couldn't ascend, you were still a half-immortal, anyway, you couldn't tell your age of."

"No one can escape birth, old age, sickness and death."

　Today, Calvin only has three chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)