After this black flame hit me, it disappeared in an instant. I didn't feel the slightest heat. On the contrary, I felt a burst of icy cold, spreading from the body to the internal organs.
This feeling is quite bad. The strength on my body seems to have been dissipated. The white-faced woman who was pressed by me suddenly stood up and knocked me to the ground. I braced myself to get up, flew forward, and threw her down again, smashing my fist down like raindrops.
It's just that my strength is not as strong as before, and the white-faced woman parried a few times before turning over and getting up again. This time, she guessed that she was too afraid to die, so she didn't dare to pester me anymore, turned around and ran away.
I didn't have the energy to chase her, my body seemed to be freezing, and my internal organs seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles at the same time, and it was painful. I staggered for two steps, bent down to pick up my little bag, and ran in the opposite direction of the white-faced woman.
I can't stay here anymore. The white-faced woman received a few punches. It was not fatal, but I didn't know what was going on. I walked all the way, with vain and staggered footsteps, and felt that my body was getting colder and colder. I can't help shaking.
As I walked, I looked back. The white-faced woman probably didn't follow, but I couldn't hold on anymore. My life is at stake, I took a sigh of relief and walked crookedly until dawn. At dawn, I couldn't stand it anymore, and lay down in a patch of grass.
I was panting. Although my body was slightly warm, the internal organs seemed to be cold. As soon as I inhaled, I felt pain like a needle stick in my chest, as if my nose and mouth were covered by a cloth, and my breathing was difficult.
After resting in this bush for an hour, I felt that my body was getting heavier and heavier, but I was afraid that the white-faced woman would follow up again. If I followed again, I might not have the energy to fight back. With this thought in mind, I can only get up desperately and continue to move forward, wanting to go further.
In this way, I dragged my exhausted body and reluctantly walked a long way. I feel very uncomfortable, but I can't tell where it is. The internal organs are still cold and it is particularly difficult to breathe. I couldn't help gasping, and walked forward for about a mile, and I saw an old man mowing the grass by the side of the road.
The old man looked like an ordinary countryman, and I asked him if there was a village nearby and whether there was a doctor in the village. I have to find a doctor to see me like this.
The old man said that there is a village not far ahead, and he lives in the village. There is also a doctor in the village, but he is just a barefoot doctor, who usually helps to see if the headache and brain fever are okay, there is a serious illness, and most of them are not seen.
Now I have no choice but to have someone who knows medical science help me see it is better than holding on myself. The old man was kind in heart. He looked at me as if he was seriously ill, so he quickly helped me and returned to the village from here.
The doctor the old man said was really a barefoot doctor. When he took me to the doctor's house, the doctor was chopping wood in the yard. The old man told me about the situation, but the doctor was very enthusiastic, and hurriedly let me into the room and asked about the cause and symptoms. But I couldn't say it clearly, and I didn't dare to say it all, so I could only make up some lies to fool me.
"Come on, get your pulse first."
The doctor took the pulse for me. Before the pulse was finished, the doctor frowned and said
: "Why is your Yang Qi so weak?"
"I... I don't know..."
"It's hard to treat. Your symptoms are so strange. I haven't encountered them for so many years."
Although the doctor is not good at medical skills, he still understands the general medical theory.
Chinese medicine believes that there are yin and yang qi in the human body, and qi is the center. Only when there is yang and yin can the yin and yang be reconciled, and the dragon and the tiger will work together. Once something goes wrong, the body will definitely get sick.
For some people, the yang fire may be more vigorous, and for some people, the yin qi may be heavier. This needs to be adjusted slowly, and the body will gradually heal after it is adjusted to a balanced state.
But the doctor said that the yang qi on my body is a little outrageous, and I can no longer feel yang qi. Without yang qi on my body, it is no wonder that I feel cold like freezing.
"You..." The doctor had never encountered such a disease. He was at a loss and hesitated for a long time before saying: "It is reasonable to say that you should make up for what you lack, but your yang energy is weak. How should I make it up? It's too strong. I'm afraid I can't stand it. If I don't make it, but... I don't care about your illness, I don't dare to talk nonsense."
"Then... Then what should I do..."
"It's not that I deliberately poured cold water on you. You are sick, and ordinary doctors don't treat it well. Now, I can only visit Nianfeng Town, a few dozen miles away to the south. There is an old drug store in Nianfeng Town, and there are some Old doctor, go and try."
I have no time to be polite with the doctor. Although he doesn't care about my illness, the general situation has already been clarified. Although the doctor didn't directly say that my illness would be fatal, that's what he meant. I didn't dare to delay for a moment, and I immediately asked the doctor about the general direction, then left the village and hurried towards Nianfeng Town.
I still had some money. When I left the village, I asked the doctor for help and bought a donkey cart in the village. The village is very small and poor. There are no surplus animals. The donkey pulling the cart is estimated to be older than me. But I had no choice but to drive the donkey cart by myself and try my best to go faster.
After leaving the village, less than five miles away, the donkey pulling the cart seemed to be unable to do so. It was panting worse than me. I was anxious, so I slapped it hard with a whip. After a few whips, the donkey fell directly to the ground. Can't get up anymore.
The donkey cart couldn't move, and I had nothing to do, so I turned around and looked for the people in the village. The gain was not worth the loss. I got out of the donkey cart, dropped the old donkey directly, and walked forward by myself.
I left the village in the middle of the afternoon and walked until dark without walking a few steps. Calculating the distance, there is still a long way to go to Nianfeng Town, but I really can't make it.
In desperation, I can only stop and rest, but the more I rest, the more difficult it is to walk. I can feel that my lungs must be damaged with every breath. It's like going to blow up.
I rested for a while, barely walked forward for a while, and got down all night, only walking about ten miles. After the sky was bright, I tried my last bit of strength and walked for two or three miles. This time, I really couldn't walk.
I was sitting on the side of the road. Not long after I sat down, about six or seven people came from a side road on the left. These people were carrying a broken door, and there was a person lying on the door.
Man on the door
Still motionless, a strip of white paper about two fingers wide was pasted on his forehead. This is a custom on the river beach. Generally, unexpected accidents occur. People who die in danger outside will have such a blank note on their foreheads on the way to their homes.
Such people die outside and cannot enter the house again. When they are transported to the door of the house, the family will prepare the coffin in advance, collect the coffin directly, and then set up a shed outside the house and be buried after the first seven.
I was sitting on the side of the road, seeing the person on the door panel, and suddenly a trace of unspeakable sorrow was born in my heart.
This person died outside, somehow some relatives and friends found him and sent him home. But I have become like this now. If I really don’t work halfway and die in such an unfamiliar place of life, who will send me back to my hometown.
People who died outside like this cannot be delayed during the transportation. These six or seven people are obviously poor countrymen, and they have no carts and horses. They only rely on people to carry the door panels and walk forward without stopping. They walked from the fork on the left to the main road, speeding up their pace again.
Cang Dang!
At this moment, the person holding the door panel seemed to have loosened his hand. When a corner of the door panel dropped his hand, it immediately implicated the other three people. The four people could not hold the door firmly, and the door panel swayed slantingly, and the person on it was thrown off. To the ground.
"If a person didn't die in the first place, he would fall to death if he fell like this."
Several people hurried to the road, with rough hands and feet. They were about to put the fallen deceased back on the door panel. Someone behind them slowly said a few words coldly.
As soon as they turned around, I also turned my head and took a look. The speaker was an old man with white beard and hair, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and holding a small hoe in his hand.
The old man's age is estimated to be very large, but his spirit is very good, his face is red. He took advantage of the few people to look at his own skill, and walked a few steps forward, and when he reached the deceased, he bent over and took a look.
"Old man, we were in a hurry and didn't intentionally throw people off."
"This person, not long ago, was born with an atmosphere." The old man looked at the face of the deceased and asked, "Isn't it?"
"Yeah, there is a brick factory that burns clay bricks more than a dozen miles away." A man heard the old man say so accurately, and casually replied: "We are all from the same village, working over there."
The deceased worked in a brick factory that burned adobe bricks. Usually, his mind was a bit small, because the number of bricks he drove was not the right number. The owner of the brick factory deducted his wages. He drank some wine last night. He had a quarrel with the boss through alcohol, and the boss was also annoyed and slapped him. He was so popular that he died at dawn, and a few people from the same village hurriedly sent people to the house.
"It hurts my body badly, and it hurts my body again." The old man put down the bamboo basket after listening to the other party's narration, and said, "Hold the person upright."
Several people didn't know what was going on, but looking at the spirit of the old man, they felt that they weren't ordinary people, and hurriedly lifted the deceased to the door panel again.
The old man pressed the deceased's chest up and down, stretched out his middle finger, and pressed his knuckles from chest to lower abdomen a hundred times, and then asked others to lift the deceased up.
After the deceased was helped to sit up, the old man walked to the back and slapped the deceased's back with his palm three times. After these three shots, the deceased trembled suddenly, followed by a long hiccup. With a sigh of relief, he came alive.
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