Leng Yi glanced sadly at Zhuo Qiao Niang, who was slumped on her back, and said, "I wonder if Dr. Sun has a carriage. I would like to borrow it."

"I'm very sorry, but I only have a donkey cart, which is parked in the hospital for visiting patients. I don't have a donkey cart at home, let alone a horse carriage."

Leng Yi had no choice but to wrap Zhuo Qiaoniang in his coir raincoat, hold her in his arms, and rush out the door, heading straight to the nearest medical clinic called "Huiji Tang" that Dr. Sun had mentioned.

If it were anyone else, carrying a person for such a long distance would not be sustainable. Even if Leng Yi had greatly increased his strength after crossing over, he still couldn't hold on for long. When he carried Zhuo Qiao Niang through several

When I arrived at Huiji Hall from the street, I was already out of breath.

In order to save time, Leng Yi simply signed up: "I am Leng Yi, the magistrate of the prefect's Yamen. My wife is seriously ill and I have come here to seek medical treatment! Please open the door quickly!"

This trick worked as expected. The door opened quickly, and the doctor who was on duty at night also came out quickly. He bowed and clasped his fists, and hurriedly greeted Zhuo Qiaoniang. Then he treated Zhuo Qiaoniang.

The doctor of this family looked at it and said a lot of things with a grimace, which was almost the same as what Dr. Sun said. He also said it was a death certificate. Finally, he handed over his hands and apologized: "Madam, this disease is really incurable. I am old and incompetent. Please give me a verdict."

Forgive me, sir!"

Leng Yi couldn't help it, so he asked him to borrow a car again, but the donkey cart of this family had left the city for medical treatment later in the evening and had not come back yet. Leng Yi had no choice but to wrap Zhuo Qiaoniang in a coir raincoat and rush to the last house where there was a night doctor.

This hospital is in Beicheng! It’s a long way to go.

The rain was still pouring. Leng Yi hugged Zhuo Qiao Niang and ran away for most of Bazhou City. His whole body had already been soaked in the rain. Zhuo Qiao Niang was okay and covered her with a coir raincoat, basically.

Not getting wet.

Even though it was raining, it was no big deal. It was just that Leng Yi hugged someone and ran so far. He was already panting like an ox. His steps were staggering, and his hands were almost broken. But he still gritted his teeth and kept running forward.

The sound of stepping on the wet bluestone street was crackling.

He just ran forward mechanically. He didn't know how long he ran, and he didn't know how many streets he ran. Just when he finally ran out of strength and was about to collapse, he finally saw stars flying in front of his eyes.

The four characters "Jieshi Medical Center" written on the string of red lanterns facing the street.

Leng Yi's knees felt weak and he wanted to lie down on the ground. He still staggered to the front of the hospital. His feet were too tired to lift up, so he could only turn around and hit the door of the medicine shop with the back of his head.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The door opened, and a medicine boy poked his head out and looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

Leng Yi no longer had the strength to speak. He held Zhuo Qiao Niang in his arms. He squeezed past the medicine boy, stepped into the medicine shop, staggered to the doctor's bed in the medicine shop, and carefully put Zhuo Qiao Niang down.

He bent down, but had no strength to straighten up, and could not speak. He put his hands on his knees and gasped for air like a bellows.

The medicine boy looked at him strangely, then tiptoed over, gently opened the coir raincoat that wrapped Zhuo Qiaoniang, took a look, shuddered all over, and quickly put it down.

At this time, an old voice came from the back room: "Who is it?"

The medicine boy glanced at Leng Yi in fear, took a few steps back, turned around and said loudly: "Master, he is a man. He came in with a corpse and didn't know what to do! Come and take a look!"

Corpse?

Leng Yi's hands slipped and he almost collapsed on the ground. He knew that as long as he lay down, he was afraid that he would not be able to get up for a while. He quickly braced his waist and took a step forward, unwrapped Zhuo Qiao Niang.

When she got out of her coir raincoat, she saw Zhuo Qiao Niang, her eyes wide open and staring straight ahead. Her chest, which had been rising and falling with her breathing, had stopped moving.

"Qiao Niang!" Leng Yi screamed sadly, rushed to hug Zhuo Qiao Niang, and put his ear on her chest, but he could no longer hear her heartbeat. He shook her hard and called her name, but,

Zhuo Qiaoniang was motionless and had no reaction.

"What's going on?" An old man's voice came from behind Leng Yi.

Leng Yi didn't look back, he just hugged Zhuo Qiaoniang tightly, the regret in his heart had already broken his heart.

The medicine boy cautiously said to Leng Yi, "My master is here!"

Leng Yi shook his head, picked up Zhuo Qiao Niang with difficulty, and staggered out.

The old man did not see Leng Yi's face clearly, and Leng Yi was not wearing official robes, so the old man did not know that this was the Grand Master Tongpan.

When Leng Yi left the medicine shop, the old man whispered to the medicine boy: "It looks like he is crazy and running around with the body in his arms. How can such a person be let in? Hurry, close the door!"

There was a bang from behind, the door was closed, and the top door bar was also raised.

Leng Yi held Zhuo Qiaoniang in his arms and walked aimlessly along the cold street, staggering step by step.

On the quiet rainy night street, he didn't know how far he had walked or where he went. I don't know when, the rain that had fallen all night had stopped, and the cold moonlight emerged from behind the clouds, shining brightly and dimly on the street.

On the wet street.

Leng Yi lowered his head and looked at Zhuo Qiao Niang's wide eyes. He wanted to close her eyes for her, but his hands were not free. He sat down on the stone steps in front of a shop on the street and held Zhuo Qiao Niang carefully.

He held her in his arms and stretched out his trembling hands to close her eyes for her.

However, looking at her extremely beautiful eyes, Leng Yi thought to himself that as long as she closed her eyes, she would never open them again, and he would never see these bright, talking eyes again.

Leng Yi gently stroked her pretty face, which had begun to cool down. It was still so smooth and full of elasticity. He leaned in, kissed her gently, raised his head, and placed his hand on Zhuo Qiao Niang's smooth face.

, leaving two water droplets.

Only then did Leng Yi realize that his eyes were already full of tears, and the world in front of him was blurry. Through the tears, he could not even see clearly Zhuo Qiaoniang's beautiful face.

"Qiao Niang..." Leng Yi whispered in tears, "I'm sorry for you. I said I would protect you for the rest of my life, but I made you die of sadness and despair... If I had known this, I would have made you realize that I am not you.

Husband, it’s better than now... Now, what face do I have to continue pretending to be your husband..."

At this moment, Leng Yi suddenly shuddered, and his body's natural instinctive reaction made him immediately alert. Because he felt that there was a fierce murderous aura around him! Moreover, it was slowly approaching him!

He glanced calmly with the corners of his eyes. Under the moonlit night, there was no one on the quiet street. However, the murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. This time, Zhuo Qiao Niang suddenly fell ill. He came out in a hurry, and he couldn't afford to wear his bulletproof vest. He didn't even wear his boots with short blades.

That is to say, he can be said to be using his bare hands now! Moreover, he has carried a person and ran for most of Bazhou City. He is exhausted and has just suffered the pain of losing his wife. And that kind of murderous aura can be compared to

He was comparable to Bai Hong when he appeared back then. It can be seen that this is definitely a super strong enemy! How can he survive this robbery?

He had no time to think about where the killer came from? Who was assigned to kill him.

He turned around and placed Zhuo Qiaoniang on the cold bluestone, and gently touched her face.

Suddenly, like a sharp arrow from a string, he rushed out and rushed into the alley across the street. Almost at the same time, two black figures flashed out on both sides of the street, and they chased in like lightning. In an instant, everyone was gone.

Disappeared.

Zhuo Qiao Niang was lying quietly on the wet bluestone steps on the street. The moonlight shone coldly on her white face, like a white marble statue.

At this moment, the door of the shop next to it opened with a creak, and a little girl poked her head out, looked around. Then she looked at Zhuo Qiaoniang lying on the ground, and said softly to the back: "Grandma, this person

It seems to be dead."

"Why do you say that before you have been diagnosed? Hurry, bring him in and see if he can be saved! Hurry!"

"Oh!" The little girl stepped out, struggled to pick up Zhuo Qiaoniang, and entered the house.

Above the house, there is a faded peach wood plaque with "Hua's Pharmacy" written in black inscriptions.

In the room, there was a small oil lamp on the counter, which gave off a dim light. Even the tabletop of the counter under the oil lamp was not illuminated. The little girl hugged Zhuo Qiao Niang and placed her on the small bed. She picked up her wrist and touched her.

Touching, he made a sound, changed his hand, felt for the pulse again, turned to an old woman standing next to the counter and said: "Grandma, she has no pulse, but she can still manage it with our ghost portal pulse diagnosis technique."

feel!"

The old woman raised her head and stared blankly at the dim roof with a pair of empty eyes, saying: "Then rescue her quickly! Since she is the wife of Mr. Tongpan, Mr. Tongpan is a citizen of our Bazhou City.

His benefactor must save his wife!"

"I will try my best!" The little girl nodded, checked for a while, and said with a grimace: "Grandma, I'm afraid it won't work. She is dying from blood stasis and stagnation, and she also has three fires in the heart, liver and spleen.

If you really want to cure the steaming heart pulse, you might become a disabled person! And you will have to suffer a lot! What should I do?"

The old woman pondered for a moment and said: "I can't worry about so much anymore. Focus on the present first! Use the Thirteen Guimen needles to break up the blood stasis and relieve the urgent need."

"Okay!" The little girl helped Zhuo Qiaoniang up, made her sit cross-legged, and said, "Grandma, you have to come and help me support her!"

The old woman groped over, sat behind Zhuo Qiaoniang, stretched out her two skinny hands, and held Zhuo Qiaoniang's shoulders. The little girl quickly took off her clothes for Zhuo Qiaoniang and took out a syringe from her arms.

and a medicine bottle, unplugged the stopper of the medicine bottle, then pulled out a long golden needle from the syringe, put it into the medicine bottle, dipped a little medicine in it, raised the gold needle, and under the dim light, a long golden needle hung on the tip of the medicine bottle.

A small drop of potion is ready to drip.

Just when the potion was about to fall, with a whoosh, the little girl had already inserted the golden needle into Zhuo Qiaoniang's throat!

She gently twisted the golden needle and muttered something.

After a while, she took out another golden needle, dipped it in the potion, and pierced Zhuo Qiaoniang's heart!

After two injections, Zhuo Qiaoniang's body began to tremble, and she also made a gurgling sound in her throat.

The little girl's face was filled with joy, her orchid fingers were flying up and down, and in the blink of an eye, she inserted dozens of golden needles into Zhuo Qiao Niang's head and chest!

Zhuo Qiao Niang's body trembled even more violently. Suddenly, her head jerked back, and then she was possessed, opening her mouth and spitting out a large mouthful of black blood. She pulled her head back down again.

The little girl seemed to have expected it, and dodged the mouthful of black blood in time. She nervously picked up Zhuo Qiaoniang's wrist to check the pulse. After a moment, she said happily: "Okay, I have a pulse! You can feel it without using the ghost pulse diagnosis technique."

Got it!"

After saying that, Lan Hua pointed out that her hands were like lightning and put away all the gold needles. Then she dressed Zhuo Qiao Niang.

The old woman said: "Take her to the back room and boil her medicine for internal use."

"Okay." The little girl struggled to pick up Zhuo Qiaoniang and went into the back room. There was also a small oil lamp in the back room. The little girl put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. She went out to the medicine cabinet to grab some medicine.

Soon, the medicine was ready. The little girl took it into the kitchen and cooked the medicine in a casserole on the stove. The aroma of the medicine slowly filled the whole room.

After the medicine was boiled, the little girl came into the room with the soup and medicine. The old woman was already sitting by the bed, with her rickety body hidden in the darkness behind the curtain. She was motionless, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
To be continued...