[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Treat Neuropathy

Hu Laotie is the only doctor in the small town. It stands to reason that as the only doctor, there is no competitor, and the business should not be bad.

But the people living in the small town are basically poor people with little money, and they usually choose to survive by themselves when they are sick.Only when I encounter a serious illness that I really can't help, I will go to him to grab some medicine.Therefore, his business here is not good, and he barely makes a living.

Fortunately, he is a single old bachelor, and the whole family is not hungry when he is full.Moreover, his own medical skills are only superficial, and he can only hang out in this small town, and the days pass reluctantly like this.

On this day, it was snowing heavily, and Hu Laotie saw that there was no business, so he closed the door early and went to make dinner for himself.

After cooking a plate of green vegetables without much oil and water, and a bowl of rice porridge with only a few grains of rice floating, Hu Laotie took out the spirits he had hidden from the cellar and began to eat.

After taking a sip of strong wine, Hu Laotie felt that his body was burning up, and he became much warmer immediately, squinting his eyes and letting out a comfortable sigh.

Just as he raised his hand to take another sip, he heard a knock on the door outside the room.

Although the rhythm is fast, the voice is not loud. It can be seen that the self-cultivation of the person is not bad... Well, he is much more self-cultivated than those country reckless men who kicked and kicked the door panel off as soon as they came.

Hu Laotie covered the jug and put it under the bed, stood up and walked quickly towards the door, and asked, "Here it is, who is it? A doctor?"

"Doctor Hu, it's me, Hu Ling." Although the voice from outside the door was anxious, it was not irritable, and even a little gentle.

As soon as Hu Laotie heard that someone was coming, he quickly removed the door bolt, and his attitude became much more respectful, "It turns out to be Mr. Hu, come in quickly, the snow outside is heavy, and it is easy to catch wind and cold if you stand for a long time." After saying that, Hu Ling was welcomed into the house.

In the small town, Hu Ling is the only scholar in the town.Out of respect for scholars, He Hu Ling is usually gentle and courteous to others and not proud of his talents, so he is very popular in the town.

As soon as Hu Laotie entered the room, he looked by the candlelight on the table and found that Hu Ling was holding his arms crossed. His exposed cuffs were stained with blood, and even the hem of his clothes was stained with a few drops.Immediately flustered, he stepped forward to see Hu Ling's injury, "What's wrong with you, why are you bleeding so much, show me quickly, it will be terrible if you hurt your hand!"

Hu Laotie saw that Hu Ling's cuffs were stained with the most blood, so he deduced that Hu Ling's hand was injured.

Hands are very important for readers!If you can't hold a pen and write, you can't take the exam to get fame, and your life can be said to be ruined!Thinking of this, Hu Laotie's face became more and more anxious. If Hu Ling was seriously injured, he could only be sent to the big medical center in the city.

Unexpectedly, Hu Ling sideways avoided Hu Laotie's hand that stepped forward to check, and raised his left hand down a little, revealing a fluffy thing in his arms.

That thing still seemed to be a living thing, its whole body was rising and falling due to breathing, but the breathing was short and very weak.Hu Laotie took a closer look, only to find that the thing's leg seemed to be injured. Although it was simply bandaged with cloth, a lot of blood still leaked out, almost soaking the cloth.

Fortunately, it turned out that Hu Ling was not injured. Hu Laotie heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the situation clearly, and continued to ask: "What is this, and how did it get injured?"

Hu Ling still hugged the white fox tightly in his arms, frowned at the blood-stained cloth, and said anxiously: "It seems to be a fox. It might accidentally fall into a trap on the way. It was caught in a trap, doctor, can you stop its injury first."

After Hu Laotie heard it, he heard that it was just an animal that Hu Ling picked up casually, and his attitude was not as anxious as before.He sighed, "Mr. Hu is really a bodhisattva." Then he took an old cloth from somewhere and spread it on the table, motioned to Hu Ling to put the fox there, turned around and went to the medicine shelf to get the medicine to stop bleeding and cloth strips.

Seeing Hu Laotie's somewhat sloppy attitude, Hu Ling's anxiety remained unabated.

For some reason, Hu Ling felt the fox's dependence on him all the time during the journey from carrying the fox to the doctor. He felt that if the fox in his arms died, he would lose the most important thing.

When Hu Laotie cut the cloth strips and put the medicine in the bowl, he saw that Hu Ling was still holding the fox. He couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Mr. Hu? Just put the fox on the table, you hold it How tired."

"No." Hu Ling still hugged the fox in his arms, anxiously urging, "Doctor, can you hurry up, I see it is shaking all the time, can you prescribe some blood-enriching medicine in a while?"

"Ah?" After hearing this, Hu Laotie speeded up the movement of smashing the medicine in his hand, and said, "Oh, Mr. Hu, you are so kind-hearted. I didn't say it. This is just a little beast that can be seen everywhere. It is worthy of your attention." Take me here for treatment. Also the blood-enriching medicine, Mr. Hu, if you save him, it is considered a blessing from his previous life, there is really no need to spend money on blood-enriching medicine."

After saying that, the medicine was ready, Hu Laotie roughly broke off the fox's leg, removed the cloth strip, applied the medicine on it, and tied the cloth strip again, all the movements were done in one go.When it was over, Hu Laotie clapped his hands and said, "Oh, this medicine is not worth much, so I won't accept it, Mr. Hu, just treat it as me doing good things with you." In fact, Hu Laotie knew that Hu Ling's family I don't have much money, so I don't have the heart to collect money.

The action of applying the medicine was so big that the fox just trembled in Hu Ling's arms, his eyes were kept tightly closed, and Hu Ling's heart was tugged when they were closed.

After hearing Hu Laotie's words, Hu Ling knew that he was kind, but still insisted on taking out a few copper coins from his waist and stuffing them into his hands, saying seriously: "I always have to pay for the herb money, I can’t let you lose your money, so just accept it.”

Seeing Hu Ling's tough attitude, Hu Laotie couldn't refuse, so he took some dried dates from the medicine shelf and stuffed them into Hu Ling's hands, "This is the only medicine that can nourish my blood, and I should still be able to survive." use."

Hu Ling took it, thanked him with a little gratitude, and left in the snow with the little fox in his arms.

Hu Laotie held a few copper coins in his hand, looked at Hu Ling's leaving back, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: Oh, Mr. Hu is really a bodhisattva, if he can win the first prize, being an official must be good for the country and the people Officer.

...

In his sleep, Wu Ming dreamed that he was roasting by a stove.At first, the warmth of the stove made him very comfortable, and he subconsciously moved towards the stove bit by bit.As a result, in the end, I gradually felt a feeling of suffocation, and I couldn't get rid of it!

Feeling the suffocation feeling strengthened little by little, Wu Ming opened his eyes with some difficulty, but found that the side in front of him was dark.

The darkness and suffocation filled Wu Ming with endless fear. He immediately twisted his body and stretched out his claws to dig vigorously, trying to dig out some light and get rid of his current situation.

Hu Ling was still soundly asleep at first, but then felt the slightest pain in his chest, and opened his eyes with frowns.As a result, as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the thing he had kindly saved before was stretching out his sharp claws and digging himself desperately, digging out several bloodstains on his chest.

Thinking of all the kindness he had done before, but now he got such a result, Hu Ling lifted the back of the fox's neck to keep him away from him, and said angrily: "Well, you little guy, I worked so hard to save you, and you treat him like this!" Me? Were you a snake in your previous life? Repay your kindness with revenge!" Hu Ling had never been so angry, and at this moment, because of his anger, his eyebrows were all wrinkled together, and the word 'Chuan' appeared between his brows.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He never thought that this little thing would dare to scratch him.This kind of behavior actually made him a little disappointed. Although this is the nature of animals, he still subconsciously felt that he should not hurt himself.

Wu Ming could understand what Hu Ling said, and immediately understood what was going on when he was mentioned.Thinking that Hu Ling saved him and put him under the bed trustingly, but he scratched him, Wu Ming immediately felt apologetic.But he couldn't speak, so he could only stare at his already wet amber pupils, facing his paws, with his tail between his legs, and groaned pitifully.

Hu Ling: "..."

The fox is very psychic, and at this time he made such a pitiful grievance.Hu Ling couldn't say anything more, and even began to reflect on whether his tone just now was too strong, or whether he had done something wrong to scratch himself... As for anger... as soon as he met Wu Ming's eyes, it disappeared. up.

Hu Ling: "Forget it... I was wrong just now. You bleed a lot. I boiled a bowl of red date soup last night. I'll warm it up for you." Then he got out of bed, put on his shoes and got the soup. Don't forget to take some time to cover Wu Ming who is still on the bed with a quilt.

Until Hu Ling disappeared from his sight, Wu Ming was still a little dazed, he didn't know why that person was so kind to him.Although Wu Ming has no memory of the novel because of the system, but... is he someone who can write the role of the Virgin?This kind of role has long been out of favor in the world of writers today, and basically it will be sprayed as soon as it is written.So... Could it be that the world just made it up automatically?Or not an important role?

Wu Ming just thought for a while, then he felt a little dizzy, and there were stars in front of his eyes.I can only stop guessing under the quilt.

It seems that, as the man said, he has shed a lot of blood...

Thinking of this, Wu Ming suddenly raised his head and said vigilantly: "...No, I remembered it when I mentioned blood. Isn't this the system's fault? What about the system? Do you dare to come out of the system? I promise not to kill you , how dare you lie to me, how dare you come out?"

There was a weak echo in my mind, "Don't dare..."

Hearing this voice, Wu Ming really wanted to pounce on him and scratch his face with his paws...

"Hey, no, big brother." R continued what he said just now: "Big brother, I think you seem to be very angry with me, big brother."

After Wu Ming heard it, a few words almost popped out from between his teeth: "You, say, what?"

r replied with a very fake cry: "No, how can you wrong me! My system seems to be infected with the virus of Panda Burning Incense. It's all garbled codes and it's not good now! I still find time to contact you!"

Wu Ming: "..." How many years ago did the Panda Burning Incense virus happen?

r continued to make a heartbroken expression, "Oh, I won't tell you anymore, I went to kill the virus, you can do whatever you want now, I don't care about you, I will contact you after killing the virus."

Then it disappeared in Wu Ming's mind...

Forget it... Wu Ming felt that it was a good thing to be infected with the virus. Anyway, now he can let go of his hands and feet to do tasks without listening to the system.

After contacting the system over there, Hu Ling also came over here with the hot red date soup.

Wrapped in a veil, Hu Ling put it on the table softly, then stretched out a finger and put it into the bowl to test the temperature.Then he licked his hands that were stained with jujube soup, and fished Wu Ming out, "Drink it up, little thing, it can warm your body after it's just warmed up, and I'll continue to sleep later."

Xu Shi hadn't eaten before, and his sense of smell was infinitely enlarged after he became a beast.Wu Ming smelled that the red date soup was extraordinarily sweet, like a delicacy that he had never tasted before.With his head lowered, a small pink tongue was born and he licked vigorously one mouthful at a time.

Looking at Wu Ming's funny appearance, Hu Ling's eyes softened a lot. While stroking Wu Ming's snow-white hair, he said softly, "Drink slowly, don't choke." From the first time he saw the little fox, he felt that he was very familiar with this fox... as if he had known him for many years.