Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 391 How pitiful is this little daughter-in-law (2)
Running, Bingren suddenly tightened the reins, causing the running horse to stop immediately.

I saw him tightly grasping the rein in his hand, so tight that he could clearly see the bulging veins on the back of his hand, his eyes were cold and gloomy, as if he was approaching the edge of rage.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Just when his eyes were so cold that he was about to swing his ice blade sword at any moment, he suddenly heard him yelling a few times maniacally, and he scratched his hair with both hands manically, The long dog's tail grass was broken into several pieces. When he scratched his hair as messy and rough as a bird's nest, he turned the horse's head for the third time, letting the horse run back to him before swinging it down. Whip place.

A little behind the place where he put down and left, the light blue figure that made him feel frizzy was still lying on the potholed road, motionless.

Bingren drove the horse back to the weak chicken girl. Bingren sat on the horseback and looked down at the dirty girl on the ground. He couldn't see her face because her hair covered her face. Her face and her feet were still wrapped in torn clothes, perhaps because she was too anxious in front of her, the clothes that wrapped her feet were not neatly wrapped, but seemed to be wrapped in a random way. Usually, more than half of her heels are still exposed, covered with blood, and the cloth covering her feet is also covered with dirty blood, the color of the cloth itself can no longer be seen.

The girl's back was heaving slightly, and a sudden wind blew away the hair covering her face, revealing her blood-stained face a little.

Bingren frowned and looked down at the weak chicken girl for nearly a cup of tea. Then, with a face that seemed to be ready to blow a storm at any time, he turned over and got off the horse, and bowed to the unconscious girl. The girl picked it up and threw it on the horse's back.

Bing Ren threw the girl on the back of the horse, stood aside and stared at her for a long time, finally gave up the idea of ​​sharing a horse with her, only grabbed the reins, and led the horse towards the direction of the town ahead.

What kind of shit is he on the stall! ?It was rare for him to have a conscience that didn't throw this weak chicken down again, and she just came to tease him like this! ?
Lie down and lie down?She didn't even say anything to him, that's how she treats the "hero"! ?
It seems that conscience is just for playing with eggs, and it is not suitable for him to own at all. It is enough to try it once, and you must not try it again next time.

No, no, there is absolutely no possibility of a next time!

When Bingren arrived in town, his first thought was to have a refreshing meal, or to sleep for an hour or two first, oh oh oh oh, he seemed to smell the aroma of wine, it was so delicious!

Bingren went to the tavern with sparkling eyes, smelling the smell of wine, completely ignoring the strange eyes of the people in the town looking at him, and the girl on the horse with dirty body and bloody feet, he only thought about his wine.

He had already found the tavern smelling the smell of wine, the waiter had already come out to meet him, and he had already raised his foot to step into the tavern, but he just lifted his foot and took it back without taking a step, and then very Angrily glaring at the enthusiastic waiter, he turned around and left the tavern, pulling his horse.

The shop clerk was frightened by Bingren's fierce eyes, and quickly moved away from him, thinking that he didn't offend this person, why did he suddenly stare at him with such terrifying eyes?

Terrible. Terrible.

In fact, what Bingren wanted to stare at was not the shop waiter, but the unconscious girl on the horseback, or himself.

Because he picked up the weak chicken, he had to find a place to throw the weak chicken that blocked him, so that he couldn't eat and drink by himself first, because such a small thing couldn't be smaller Keeping him from enjoying it will really piss him off!
When Bingren found a place to throw the girl down, seeing her pale face that was about to die, he became even more manic, slammed the door hard, scratched his head and went downstairs out of the inn with an irritable expression.

Not long after, Bingren dragged a thin old man with gray beard and came back. Seeing his fierce look, the shop clerk didn't dare to go forward at all. Bingren dragged the old man straight to the guest room and kicked him very rudely. Kicked open the closed door, dragged the old man in, threw him on the bed where the weak chicken girl was lying, and said coldly: "See what's wrong with her!"

The old man was dragged all the way by the ice blade, walking through the streets and alleys. One thing I did was to turn my head and reprimand Bingren: "You young man! Can you still treat me, an old man, well!? You dragged me out of the hospital without saying anything, and you still behave like this It's really, really rude to treat an old man like me rudely!"

"Don't talk nonsense, old man! Hurry up and show her what's wrong with her!" Bingren didn't give the old man any face, and kicked over the stool next to his feet, and the stool immediately broke into several pieces, smashing the old man The old man was startled, and he didn't dare to say another word at once, so he hurriedly turned his head to look at the unconscious girl in blue on the bed.

When the old man saw the girl's pale face, trouser legs covered with dried blood spots, and her feet wrapped in dirty blood-stained cloth, his gray eyebrows almost twitched together. Then he said pitifully: "Oh! This, poor little daughter-in-law!"

"..." The corners of Bing Ren's eyes twitched, little wife?
Bingren was about to scold something, but the old man said very seriously: "Shh, don't make noise, when my old man is taking his pulse, other people can't make noise."

"..." Bingren raised his hand to hold down his throbbing temple, telling himself over and over again in his heart, to be calm, to be calm, to be calm.

Although the old man looked a bit unprincipled, he was still very serious when calling for the pulse of the girl in blue. His two gray eyebrows were furrowed more and more, but Bingren looked impatiently at the side.

He is impatient with the "baggage" picked up by his conscience, and he is also impatient with this long-winded old man.

The old man took the pulse of the girl in blue, not to mention his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes became serious.

It didn't take long for the old man to give his pulse, but Bingren went to wait impatiently, and shouted again: "Are you a doctor or will you see a doctor!?"

"What are you shouting for!? Do you think that if you are tall and burly and shout at my old man, I will be afraid of you!?" The old man was frightened by the ice blade in front of him, but at this moment, his old bones don't know Why did he straighten up all of a sudden, Bingren glared at him, and he also glared at Bingren, and his anger was no less than Bingren's, "You reckless man who can't even take care of his own wife, what are you calling an old man like me?" !?"

(End of this chapter)