Chapter 73

Xiaoli said, took out a few small bottles from the omnipotent backpack, looked for them, found one of them, shook out a red pill from inside, and put it into the man's mouth on the couch with a short hand. The pill melts at the entrance without swallowing. Looking at the man with medicine, his face slowly eased, Xiaoli put the bottle back, moved a stool, and sat in front of the soft couch. Yan Pei's brain has been in some confusion. The long-term pain has made his limbs stiff and unable to move. Until the cool of something unknown in his throat is infused into his nerves, he can only find some wisdom. Today's attack seems to be a little shorter. Yan Pei knows that after regaining his wits, the pain will slowly leave soon. He is waiting patiently. He knows that he has survived again, but he does not know why he has to endure? Isn't it the best outcome to die of such pain? Time goes by inch by inch. When Yan Pei slows down completely, he opens his eyes, but he has a cute face. He was stupefied for a moment. His mind was still a bit confused. After a long time, he could tell who this man was. "Are you awake?" Liu Xiaoli pokes his head over a little. Looking at the man's still confused eyes, Xiao Li reached out and touched his head, then broke off his eyelids and looked at it, then nodded: "in the past, you don't hurt now?" Yan Pei didn't speak. His throat was dry. Every time he got sick, he couldn't speak for a while. "Is it still painful?" Liu Xiaoli grabs his head and thinks it's unreasonable: "I gave you red blood pill. Although it can't cure your bitter marrow poison, it's also a good painkiller. The third aunt gave birth to a child in childbirth last time, which is why she gave birth to LIULANG successfully." He muttered to himself, then felt out his medicine bottle, shook out one of them and smelled it. He was sure that the medicine was not bad and had no effect. Then he looked at Yan Pei and said, "is it really painful?" "No, it doesn't hurt." Looking for the man of echo tone, the voice is still as cold as that, but with a few threads of heavy dullness. Liu Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief and saw a small medicine brocade bag on the small table beside him. He grabbed it. "Is this the medicine you usually take? I didn't see it just now. " Say, open the bag. Can see the pill inside, but frown: "what is this?" Xiaoli sniffed: "ginseng, antler, aloe, gypsum, honeysuckle, Zaoren What is this? It's all for replenishing qi and blood, but it can't stop the pain. Besides, it's useless for you to eat it. It's not the internal organs that suffer from the pain. It's the bones. What can you do with it? " He said, throwing the bag away at will, with a look of disgust. Yan Pei looked at the bag that Yu Wenyao had just brought. He had to go far away. He didn't say anything but adjusted his voice and asked, "are you going?" "Well, your friend is looking for me outside. I'll come in and hide." Liu Xiaoli said and jumped up again. "I just saved you once. You can't sell me. I didn't make the red blood pill. It was made by my father. It's very effective. If you sell it outside, you need at least two hundred and twenty." Yan Pei has no expression on his frozen face all the year round. He just looks at him and seriously asks, "what is the poison of bitter marrow?" In fact, he still wants to know. Liu Xiaoli, sitting on the stool at the meeting, probably thought that it was easy to see the sick seedling. He didn't talk about it from the left to the right, but recalled: "the poison of bitter marrow is famous for" no disease, no joy, no sorrow, no heat, no cold, no hurry, no dryness, no tiredness, no hard work, no pleasure in fish and water. Once one of them is committed, he will be all-in-one Bone marrow pain, not pain in the abdomen, or pain in the skin, or pain in the bones, two hundred and six bones, root pain, spread all over the body, no one survived. My father said that if it wasn't for the young master's life, I would not dare to be poisoned with this kind of poison. I can't afford it. " Yan Pei listened more and more heavily. For a while, he gave a wry smile: "yes, I can't afford it..." Liu Xiaoli asked, "are you a young master?" Yan Pei rarely asked questions but replied, "yes." "Then why don't you treat it?" Liu Xiaoli didn't understand: "this poison is so tormenting. You have been poisoned for more than ten years. Why don't you treat it? You are a young master, and your family should have money to cure you. " "Governance?" Yan Pei seemed to recall something. His eyes became more and more cold: "after 15 years of treatment, it has not been solved yet." "Ah?" Liu Xiaoli was surprised: "after 15 years? So long? " Then he thought of something and said seriously, "you've been cheated. My father said that there are some doctors in the Jianghu who have no medical ethics. They have used enough expensive drugs to cure the disease that can be cured quickly, but they just don't cure it, just to make money. You must have been cheated. You need to change a doctor." Yan Pei looked at him and said, "a dozen." "More than a dozen have not been cured?" "Yes." Liu Xiaoli grabs his head, thinks for a moment, and says, "they must be together." Yan Pei smiled, smiled to the chest, and was stopped by him in time. His illness could not be laughed: "it's really not cured." "Who said that?" Liu Xiaoli opened his eyes: "although the poison of bitter marrow is more partial, it should be curable. Even if it can't be cured, there is always a way to relieve the pain. I'll go back and ask my father. He must know that my father is very powerful."Yan Pei wanted to say no, he was a man who wanted to die. For more than ten years, he also had hope at the beginning, but later, when hope turned into deeper despair, he no longer had any illusions. Now, even if someone came to him with a pill, he could not bring up a little interest.

Who doesn't want to live, but to live has become a wish far away in the sky, which can't be expected. Why do you want to be sentimental? It's better to die early and break that mind stirring thought.

Liu Xiaoli looked at his dead face. He took out the bottle of red blood pill from his backpack and handed it to him: "there are three in it. Take them. If the pain is extreme, take one to relieve the pain."

Yan Pei stared at the bottle, a little moved.

Not to live, just to have less pain.

"I'll give you money." Yan Pei said that he would get up and get the gold and silver chest.

Liu Xiaoli held him down: "well, I don't want to be greedy for a few hundred Liang silver. If I wanted to make money from medicine, my father would have been very rich. We don't sell our medicine, but only to those who should use it, when they should use it."

My mother often said that it's not only a word to help the world, but also a word to cure the people who have lost their vitality. That's virtue, to cure the people who are rich and inhumane. That's what the lion should say.

Liu Xiaoli felt that this man didn't have Wanguan tied around his waist, as if he didn't have the spirit to be rich or unfriendly, and he was just about to lose his vitality, meeting all the requirements, so he could send medicine.

Yan Pei did not speak, but stared at the child in front of her eyes.

In his mind, he didn't realize that the father of the child should be a kind-hearted elder with a gentle smile.

"For me, thank you very much."