As Xiao Li said, he took out a few small bottles from his all-purpose backpack, searched, found one of them, shook out a red pill from inside, squeezed it with his short hands, and stuffed it into the mouth of the man on the couch. (饭)$(cun)$(小)$(说)$(网) Free reading
The pill melts in the mouth without swallowing.
Seeing the man's face gradually soften after taking the medicine, Xiao Li put the bottle back, moved a stool, and sat in front of the soft couch.
Yan Pei's brain was already a little confused. The long-term pain made his limbs stiff and unable to move. It wasn't until an unknown coolness in his throat poured into his nerves that he regained some sanity.
Today's attack seems to be a little shorter, Yan Pei knows that after regaining his sanity, the pain will slowly go away in a short time.
He was waiting patiently. He knew that he had survived it again, but he didn't know why he had to endure it
Wouldn't it be the best ending to be so painful
Time passed inch by inch, and when Yan Pei recovered completely, when he opened his eyes, he saw a cute and immature face.
He froze for a moment, his mind was still a little confused, and after a long time of distinguishing, he finally realized who this person was.
"Are you awake?" Liu Xiaoli poked his head a little.
Looking at the man's still confused eyes, Xiao Li stretched out his hand to touch his head, looked at his eyelids, and then nodded: "It's over, don't you feel any pain now?"
Yan Pei didn't speak, his throat was dry, and every time he got sick, he was always speechless for a while.
"Does it still hurt?" Liu Xiaoli scratched his head, feeling a little unreasonable: "The red blood pill I gave you, although it can't cure your bitter marrow poison, but it is also a good painkiller. The last time the third aunt gave birth to a difficult child , it was by eating this that Liulang was born smoothly."
He muttered to himself, then took out his own medicine bottle, shook out one and smelled it, and made sure that the medicine was not broken, and the effect was not over, and then looked at Yan Pei: "Does it really still hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt." The voice of the man who recovered his tone was still so cold, but with a few traces of heavy hoarseness.
Liu Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, and saw a small medicine bag on the small table next to him, he grabbed it and said, "Is this the medicine you usually take? I didn't see it just now."
Said, opened the bag.
But when he saw the pill inside, he frowned: "What is this?"
Xiao Li smelled it: "Ginseng, deer antler, agarwood, gypsum, silver flower, jujube kernel, etc., all of these can nourish qi and blood, but they can't relieve the slightest pain. Besides, with your body, it's useless to eat these, the bitter marrow It's not the internal organs that hurt so badly, it's the bones, what's the use of these."
As he said, he threw the bag away casually, with a look of disgust on his face.
Yan Pei watched the bag that Yu Wenyao brought was thrown far away from him, didn't say anything, just adjusted his voice, and asked, "Didn't you leave?"
"Hmph, your friend is looking for me outside, I came in to hide." Liu Xiaoli said, jumped up again and said: "I just saved you once, you can't betray me, I didn't make the red blood pill, it was My father made it, and the medicine is very effective, and if it is sold outside, it costs at least two hundred and two pills."
Yan Pei had no expression on his frozen face all year round, he just looked at him and asked earnestly, "What is the poison of bitter marrow?"
In fact, he still wants to know.
Sitting on the stool, Liu Xiaoli probably felt that the sick man was very pleasing to the eye. He didn't say anything about him, but recalled: "The poison of bitter marrow is famous for its inability to get sick. Those who suffer from this poison will get nothing and be unhappy. Don't be sad, don't be hot, don't be cold, don't be anxious, don't be dry, don't be tired, don't have to work hard, don't have sexual intercourse, once one of them is committed, the whole body will have severe pain in the bone marrow, not the inner abdomen, nor the skin, but pain Bones, two hundred and six bones, all of which are in severe pain, spreading all over the body, no one is spared. My father said, if it weren't for the young master's life, I really wouldn't dare to be poisoned by this kind of poison, I can't afford it."
Yan Pei listened more and more seriously, and after a long while, he smiled wryly: "Yes, I can't afford it."
Liu Xiaoli asked: "Are you the young master?"
It is rare for Yan Pei to answer every question: "It is."
"Then why didn't you get cured?" Liu Xiaoli didn't understand: "This poison is so tormenting. You have been poisoned for more than ten years, why didn't you get cured? You are a young master, and your family should have money to treat you."
"Cure?" Yan Pei seemed to recall something, and the coldness in his eyes became more profound: "It has been cured for fifteen years, and it has not been solved yet."
"Huh?" Liu Xiaoli was surprised: "Fifteen years? So long?"
Then he thought of something again, and said seriously: "You have been fooled, you must have been fooled, my father said that there are some doctors in the Jianghu who have no medical ethics, and they spend enough expensive money on diseases that can be cured quickly. Price medicine, delay time, but just refuse to cure, just to cheat money, you must have been cheated, you have to change a doctor."
Yan Pei looked at him: "There are more than a dozen."
"A dozen or so have not been cured?"
"kindness."
Liu Xiaoli scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "They must be in the same group."
Yan Pei smiled, the smile reached his chest, and he stopped it in time. His illness cannot be laughed: "It's really incurable."
"Who said that?" Liu Xiaoli opened his eyes wide: "Although the poison of bitter marrow is relatively rare among poisons, it should be curable. Even if it can't be cured, there is always a way to relieve the pain. I will go back and ask my father. , my father must know, my father is very powerful."
Yan Pei wants to say no, he is a person who wants to die. For more than ten years, he still had hope at the beginning, but later, every time hope turned into deeper despair, he no longer held any hope. Fantasy, now, even if someone comes to him with a elixir, he can't arouse the slightest interest.
Who doesn't want to live, but living has become a wish far away in the sky, and it is unattainable, so why should it be nostalgic, it is better to die early and cut off the disturbing thoughts.
Seeing his lifeless face, Liu Xiaoli took out a bottle of red blood pills from his backpack and handed it to him: "There are still three in it, you can take it, if the pain is extreme, take one to relieve the pain. "
Yan Pei stared at the bottle, a little moved.
Not for living, just to reduce pain points.
"I'll give you the silver." Yan Pei said, getting up to get the gold and silver box.
Liu Xiaoli held him down: "Forget it, I'm not greedy for a few hundred taels of silver. If I wanted to make money from medicine, my father would already be rich as a country. Our medicines are never sold. They are only given to those who need them. Use it when you need it."
My mother often said that helping the world should not be just a word. Treating people who have cut off their vitality is accumulating virtue.
Liu Xiaoli felt that the person in front of him didn't have Wanguan tied around his waist, and he didn't seem to have the spirit to be unkind to the rich, and he was a person who was about to die, and he met all the requirements, so he could deliver medicine.
Yan Pei didn't speak, but stared at the child in front of him intently.
In his mind, he unconsciously sketched out the appearance of the child's father, who should be a fairy-like elder with a gentle smile and a kind heart.
"For me, thank you, Father."