If life is only like the first time, why is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
A small town in the south of Xi Nation was called Yu City. Recently, the most famous divine doctor in the pugilistic world had arrived in Yu City. It was called the martial world, but it did not completely belong to the martial world.
" He " was the only successor of the Medicine God Valley Valley Master. Some people claimed that he had the ability to revive the dead, so the Jianghu gave " him " the nickname of the Godly Doctor. At the same time, he was mysterious and unpredictable. Other than a little boy, there was no one else around him. No one knew where he lived. They only knew that they would hear news of his voluntary medical treatment every once in a while. No one knew his gender. In front of others, he always covered his face with a white gauze, wore a plain robe, and his black hair was tied up with a white silk. No one had seen his appearance. It was said that he was more handsome than Pan An, the most handsome man in the world. Some people also said that he was uglier than salt, the most saltless man in the middle ages. He was really a mythical existence!
When the people from the nearby towns heard that the divine doctor was in Yu City, they rushed over, covered in dust, hoping that the divine doctor would visit the patient. As a result, the farmer's house where he stayed had long formed a long queue to seek medical treatment. Time flew by, and the faint yellow afterglow made the doctor's body covered in a golden color, as noble and holy as a god. The servant beside him saw the faint fatigue between his eyebrows and called for everyone to come back tomorrow.
After everyone dispersed, they saw him carrying a basket on his shoulder, looking like he was about to leave. He turned around and said," Xiao Die, I found some rare herbs when I passed by here last time. I'll be back soon. You stay here."”
After saying those words, he disappeared into the darkness.
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"Damn it, I was really careless!" A low and heavy breathing noise mixed with heavy footsteps sounded in the forest. The faint light made it possible to make out a figure. The tall figure leaned against the tree trunk and slowly sat down. He felt his vision gradually blur." Is it over like this? I can't accept this…" In the end, his consciousness was swallowed by the darkness.
A white figure slowly walked over from the forest. As he walked, he lowered his head and rummaged through the grass. Suddenly, he squatted down to pick herbs. As he buried his head in picking herbs, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. His nature as a doctor made him carefully look for the source. He originally thought that some small forest animal had accidentally fallen into the hunter's trap.
When he first saw that person, he was slightly stunned. He was half-leaning against a tree trunk, his entire body enveloped by the moonlight through the leaves. His luxurious brocade white clothes, thick ink and black silk, were glowing. He was calm and serene, but his presence could not be ignored. Even if he was asleep, he could not hide his noble aura. His chest was covered in blood, and his sleeves and legs were slightly red. It was obvious at a glance what he had encountered. However, this person did not make a single sound. It was obvious that he was usually extremely proud and unyielding.
Should he save her or not?
As his thoughts churned, he walked closer and put down the medicine basket. He immediately pressed on a few major acupoints on his body and checked his wounds with the help of the white moonlight. He took out a pill and forced him to swallow it. Then, he took out the herbs he had just picked from the basket to stop his bleeding.
After a series of cleaning, he was exhausted. He picked up some firewood from the forest and made a fire beside it, which made the autumn night a little warmer.
Then, she brought back some water from the stream in the forest. After looking around, she finally took off her plain veil and dipped it in some water to clean him up. Perhaps, a proud person like him would not allow himself to be so crazed!
She gently wiped his face. When the blood was gone, the unconscious man could be described as beautiful! He had a handsome and beautiful face, facial features that were sculpted by divine craftsmanship, and tightly pursed lips. His face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss, but it did not lose its elegance. There was a dark scar on his forehead, which made him even more mysterious and noble.
The cool breeze in the forest blew against her face, blowing her black hair and scattering it on her plain clothes. Haoyue plated it with a mysterious silver-white luster, making her look as holy as a fairy.
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