Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer
Chapter 258 The Lost Soul
The old doctor glanced at this child, he was very careful, he was a good seed to become a shaman, he raised his hand to open the medicine box and took out a pulse pillow from within, he said, he took the pulse carefully, shuffled it to count it, no heads Endless bean-shaped rings, active heart palpitations, heart emptiness, sweating, yin and hot ones.
He stroked his beard: "Madam is small, this is a high fever caused by a pounding heart. What happened to her that was so scary?"
Tan Anjun pursed his thin lips, how do you say that? Looking back at the scene back then, the panic came inexplicably.
Seeing him not answering, the old doctor said calmly: "Prescribe some medicine first, and wait and see."
"What if the high fever persists?"
The old doctor threw the medicine bag he had prepared to him, and said angrily: "People have lost their souls, you went to the witch, why are you looking for me?"
This damn kid didn't take his medicine, so he didn't trust him too much, why would he take him as a prisoner?
He actually listened to what the old doctor said casually, and asked the people to arrange for the old doctor to rest, then arranged for the little waitress to cook the medicine.Tan Anjun then ordered Xiao Liu to go to Lishu Village tomorrow to look for his mother-ipar and ask about that Which Witch in this neighborhood is more famous?
Tan Anjun did this mainly because his little wife was with him back then, and he was pale, cold, and sweating.This kind of thing cannot be controlled, he believes it or not, no matter what, no matter what, he'll try it.
At night, Yang Lan'er took the medicine prescribed by the old doctor, and his body temperature rose again in the middle of the night. The fever continues, though, and Tan Anjun was so anxious that he took the old doctor out of bed like an ant on a hot pot The old doctor had no choice but to grow old I could not beat him again and again, I couldn't get out of the fight, honestly I took my pulse, stroked my beard and muttered to myself: "Strange, what a freak! Judging from the pulse chart, the little lady was in good health, she was just in shock, did she need a high fever?"
Tan Anjun listened to the old doctor's mutter without missing a word, and suddenly became anxious, and looked at him coldly with deep eyes: "What did you just say? Whatchu mean?"
The old doctor's back was a bit stiff, and he groaned and said: "From the pulse chart, the young woman is in good health, but now the high fever is not gone ... The old man wondered if he had really lost his soul. ?"
Tan Anjun revealed a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Oh, you're down!"
Yang Lan'er's high fever continued to come and go, and taking medicine did not help.On the second day, almost noon, Xiao Liu brought the witch along, saying, and Tan Anjun asked the witch to perform the ritual in front of the bed, and finally burned a piece of talisman in the bowl, let Yang Lan'er pick it up after watering the water.
The magician took out a yellow talisman from his chest and gave it to Tan Anjun to hang on Yang Lan'er's neck for seventy-seventy-forty-nine days During that period, he couldn't take it off except for a shower.
"Especially at night if no one takes off." After he finished speaking, he gave her a meaningful look.
Tan Anjun took the talisman, ignored his eyes, and asked coldly: "What else do you need?"
"There's nothing more to do, let's find someone to bring the old woman home."
Tan Anjun glanced at the face with high cheekbones and dead skin-like wrinkles in front of him, and narrowed his eyes: "When my little wife recovers, I will thank you very much and send someone to drive you home. If ... "
Turning around, he said nonchalantly to the little servant standing beside him, "Take him to the guest room to rest!"
"No!"
The witch still wanted to say something, the little maid did not wait for her to say more, and dragged her out of the main house, waiting for the anger of her master, she could not bear the anger of a little servant.