"Dad, please stop saying these unlucky words!" Qiao Yu wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves and looked at Bai Ye: "Please help me take care of my dad first. I'll go to the city to ask for a doctor!"
"Qiao Yu, wait a minute." Bai Ye stopped him, took out two golden tickets from his wallet and put them into his palm: "Take these money, find the best doctor, and buy some light hot porridge on the way back. .”
Qiao Yu held the golden ticket firmly and looked at her movedly and firmly: "Thank you, I will definitely return the money to you!"
Bai Ye did not refuse and nodded: "Go quickly."
After Qiao Yu left, Bai Ye closed the door and sat next to Qiao's father, who was also looking at him doubtfully.
"Uncle, I am Bai Luo, Qiao Yu's friend, and I am also at Shengying College."
Bai Ye took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood from his palm, but did not take the elixir for him immediately, preparing to observe the symptoms again.
At this time, it was difficult for Father Qiao to speak, and he kept making untuned syllables from his throat.
Bai Ye could feel the strong sense of gratitude from his eyes, and gently patted his hand hanging by his side. After working hard every day, his hands were already covered with thick calluses. Although they were dark and rough, they were It made Bai Ye feel extremely at ease, thinking of the deceased Xiao Jingtian.
Father Qiao blinked at her, and just about to speak, he suddenly foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and fell into dizziness.
Bai Ye quickly took out a precious sixth-level nine-turn elixir from the space ring, then took his pulse, opened his eyelids to check carefully, wiped the foam around his mouth with a handkerchief, without any disgust. He brought it to his nose and sniffed.
Dizziness, vomiting, slurred speech.
Judging from the pulse and symptoms, it was a stroke combined with cold, but his pulse was only floating and tight like a cold, but not the slow and loose pulse expected from a stroke.
100% of the six-level nine-turn pill absorbed can cure all diseases as long as the breath is not broken. This is also the most magical thing about the alchemist.
After a while, Qiaofu began to sweat. Because he was old, he could only excrete the disease in his body through sweat, and his clothes and thin quilt were soaked.
Bai Ye took off his cloak and covered him until his frown relaxed and his eyes moved slightly, showing signs of waking up.
Father Qiao opened his eyes dimly and felt the sticky wetness all over his body: "What... what is going on?"
"Uncle Qiao, how are you feeling?" Bai Ye asked with concern.
Only then did Father Qiao realize that although he still had no strength, his whole body felt much better. He was no longer as heavy as he was about to sleep to death, and all of his extremely painful symptoms seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
"I-am I dreaming?"
Bai Ye smiled, shook his head and said, "No, but I have to stay in bed for a while, otherwise the cold will penetrate my bones and it will relapse."
Fortunately, they arrived in time. If it were a moment later, even the Nine Transformations Pill would be unable to save the day.
"Yes, thank you so much, my benefactor..." Father Qiao, just like Qiao Yu, gives people a very honest and honest feeling.
"You don't have to be polite to me, just call me Bai Luo." Bai Ye suddenly thought of his strange pulse and continued to ask: "Uncle, before your accident, did you see a doctor or take medicine? "
"We don't have any money, how can we afford to hire a doctor?" Father Qiao was in good spirits and laughed naively. Sure enough, they were father and son, and their smiles were exactly the same.
"Oh, by the way!" He patted his head quickly and looked at Bai Ye: "There is a little girl who saw a doctor for me and gave me some medicine."