This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 18 Jinshan Temple

The next day.

When Luo Zijun woke up, Xiaohuan had already gotten up and was helping her sister wash clothes in the yard.

The petite figure bathed in the golden morning sun, well-behaved and full of energy.

"Sir, I will help you wash up."

When Luo Zijun walked out of the room, she quickly stood up and said.

The little girl lowered her head when she spoke to him, her cheeks red, like a newly opened flower bud in the sun, green, shy and charming.

Luo Zijun just realized that this little girl was actually pretty.

I don’t know how much silver my sister spent and where she bought it.

Luo Jiaorong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Xiao Huan, let him go by himself. He is not without hands or feet. You continue to help me wash clothes."

The little maid said "Oh" and then sat down again.

After Luo Zijun finished washing up, he took a piece of pancake from the kitchen, said hello to them, and prepared to go out.

Luo Jiaorong asked: "Do you have anything else to do tonight? If not, come back early."

Luo Zijun suddenly remembered that he might have to go to the brothel with Su Bie and others tonight, so he quickly said, "I might go to discuss poetry with some friends, so I will be back late. You don't have to wait for me to eat."

Luo Jiaorong frowned and warned, "You can make friends, but you can't make friends with bad people, and you can't go to places with fireworks, understand?"

Luo Zijun agreed.

After he left, Luo Jiaorong asked Xiao Huan beside her: "Did that guy really not touch you last night?"

Xiaohuan blushed and shook her head.

In fact, it should be considered that they touched each other, because when she woke up in the morning, one of the young man's hands was holding her foot.

Luo Jiaorong looked thoughtful: "Could it be that you still don't understand?"

"Xiao Huan, do you know how men and women can... um, have children?"

Xiaohuan shook her head in confusion.

Luo Jiaorong thought to herself: Yes, these two little guys have no one to guide them and they don’t know anything.

"Xiao Huan, come inside later and I'll teach you something."

"Oh."

Luo Jiaorong decided to give it her all.

Although it is a bit embarrassing to teach these things, as an elder sister, she should take on this responsibility.

"I asked Zhengshan to buy a few of those books today and put them in Zijun's room. He can study by himself so that I won't be embarrassed to teach him."

Thinking of this, she quickly finished washing the clothes and went into the house with the maid.

"Xiao Huan, when a man and a woman sleep together, it's not just about lying together. Sometimes, you need to do some... well, more interesting things..."

"Touch... touch feet?"

"Um???"

Security Hall.

When Luo Zijun arrived at the pharmacy, Su Dafang was holding his medicine box and preparing to go out. When he saw him, he hurriedly said, "Zijun, come on, let's go to the north of the city."

Luo Zijun took the medicine box and found that today's medicine box was particularly heavy.

"It contains some medicine. The patient's symptoms are somewhat severe, so he will probably need to be given medicine on the spot."

Su Dafang said something and hurried out.

Luo Zijun quickly carried the medicine box and followed behind. He turned his head to look at the store. Su Qingling, who was standing behind the counter, was also looking at him. When she saw his gaze, she rolled her eyes.

Luo Zijun waved his hand and said, "Senior Sister, take it back quickly and release it when I come back!"

Su Qingling: “…”

Su Dafang turned around and asked in confusion: "What do you mean take it back?"

When he turned around, Su Qingling had already put it away again.

Luo Zijun said: "Food, Senior Sister seems to have brought me some snacks."

Su Dafang glanced at the store, then glanced at him, and said nothing more, and hurried forward.

The two men soon arrived at a house in the north of the city.

This family lived at the very end of the alley. The old house was already somewhat dilapidated, and no one cleaned up the weeds growing at the door.

A woman in a coarse dress led the two people in.

The woman's eyes were red, and she cried, "It has been five days. My husband has been lying in bed. He has taken a lot of medicine, but it didn't work... Other doctors have come to see him, but they couldn't figure out what's wrong with him..."

Su Dafang walked into the house while listening.

The room was dark and the windows were closed.

On a bed near the corner, a young man was lying there, wrapped in a thick quilt, shivering. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were blue, and it looked like his life was hanging by a thread.

Su Dafang walked to the bed, first observed the man's complexion, then opened his eyelids and looked for a while, then looked solemn and began to take his pulse.

After a while.

He looked at the woman and asked in a deep voice, "Are there any other symptoms? Tell me everything. Don't hide anything."

The woman seemed a little embarrassed, but after a moment's hesitation she spoke out.

"My husband has been talking in his sleep every night since he came back five days ago, and then he would...laugh out loud. This happened the next day. For five consecutive days..."

Su Dafang looked at her and said, "Do you remember what you said in your dream?"

The woman blushed and said, "I do remember some of it. He kept shouting 'beauty, beauty, I...I will kill you...'"

Su Dafang didn't say anything else. He lifted the quilt, stretched out two fingers, placed them on both sides of the man's waist, and after a brief inspection, his face was immediately shocked.

Seeing this, the woman asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, what happened to my husband?"

Su Dafang continued to investigate for a while, covered the man with a blanket, looked at the woman and asked, "Where did he go five days ago?"

The woman said, "Hanshan Temple in the suburbs. He said he wanted to go there to worship Buddha."

"Hanshan Temple?"

Su Dafang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did you go alone?"

The woman nodded.

Su Dafang frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly lifted the quilt again and pulled up the man's clothes over his abdomen.

A black spider mark suddenly appeared under the man’s belly button!

The woman was startled and trembled, "What...what is this? It wasn't there before. I helped him wipe his body last night..."

Su Dafang frowned, put down the quilt, shook his head and said, "I'm really sorry, there's nothing I can do about this disease."

After saying that, he said to Luo Zijun: "Let's go, let's go back."

Upon hearing this, the woman knelt on the ground in panic with a plop, hugged Su Dafang's thighs tightly, and cried, "Doctor, please, please save my husband! I have a three-year-old child at home. If he dies, what will we, an orphan and a widow, do? Woo woo..."

Su Dafang sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to save you, but I just don't have any other options."

The woman still hugged his legs and cried.

Su Dafang had no choice but to say, "Why don't you go to Hanshan Temple or Jinshan Temple and ask the monks there for help. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

When the woman heard this, she looked up hurriedly and asked, "Really?"

Su Dafang nodded: "But it has to be quick, there is no delay."

The woman immediately wiped away her tears and stood up: "I'll go right away!"

The three of them went out together.

The woman hurried ahead and soon disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

Luo Zijun couldn't help but ask: "Master, what disease does that person have?"

In fact, he already had a vague guess in his mind.

Su Dafang shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Luo Zijun glanced at his expression and didn't ask any more questions.

Jinshan Temple?
Isn’t that the temple where Fahai is?
(End of this chapter)