Wearing cannon fodder makes the master collapse

"Old man, your leg has been ill for many years, is there no one in your family, why did you fall here alone?"

The old man was trembling, "I have a grandson, he went out to hunt today, in order to make soup for me, it was my fault, he ran out"

"You show me the way, I'll carry you back, and I'll show you your injuries after I go back."

The old man's eyes were watery, "Ah, thank you so much, you are such a living fairy"

"Grandpa, where did you go, let me find it easily?" A handsome, about ten-year-old child ran out when he heard the sound, and suddenly became shy when he saw the man in white who was carrying his grandfather on his back, "He who is it"

"He is..." The old man didn't ask what his name was, so he couldn't answer for a while, but the kind-hearted man didn't answer, just looked at his grandson for a long time.

Is it ten years?

"My name is Feng Lianing."

He put down the old man, used some spells to relieve the pain in his ankle, and then hung his palm on his calf to feel it.

"It's the blood stasis blocking the damage to the meridians."

The little boy was very surprised, staring at him with big and curious eyes, "You are a doctor, you can cure my grandpa's leg, can you teach me, I will take you as my teacher, okay?"

Feng Lianing's eyes flickered for a moment, and her long eyelashes shook.

He turned his head away, smiling gently.

"it is good."