60s: Petite Wife

Shen Jiao Xiao ran upstairs to change her clothes, took the medicine box and came down, Grape quietly followed, Shen Jiao patted its head, knowing that Yuan Yuan must have sent it to follow, Yuan Yuan went to sleep Light, Han Qiwei and the others will definitely not be able to hide their movements from Yuanyuan.

"Let's go, is aunt going too?" Shen Jiao asked.

Catherine was almost unable to open her eyes. She yawned loudly, got up and walked upstairs, muttering, "I want to take a bath and sleep, God, Jiaojiao, you don't even know how I got here these days!"

Shen Jiao drove out of the car, Grape rushed to the back seat without saying a word, Du Zhong hesitated for a while, then sat next to Grape, Shen Jiao smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Grape is very good."

Du Zhong looked at Grape's vertical tail for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, is Grape a wolf?"

Shen Jiao was stunned for a while, but she nodded and said, "Yes, the grapes are the descendants of the wolf king. Your brother-in-law brought them back for the children to play with."

Du Zhong subconsciously moved his **** out, no matter how bold he was, but sitting in a row with a wolf, his heart was always furious, and he was even more surprised by the heart of Shen Jiao and his wife.

How great is this experience to dare to make the wolf king's cub as a pet for his son!

Grape glanced at Eucommia disdainfully, lying on the seat and closed his eyes, but his ears were pointed, and he could not escape the slightest movement. The little master ordered him to guard the mistress. will laugh at him.

The house where Mrs. Yelena used to live was a little far away. Shen Jiao asked while driving, "What is the origin of that patient? Now we can talk about it!"

"We don't know the exact identity, but it's very likely that this person is the person Mao Dakai is looking for." Han Qiwei said sternly.

Shen Jiao's hands that were holding the steering wheel trembled, and she almost didn't drive the car into the ditch. She asked anxiously, "You guys are on the road with Mao Dakai? Did they find out who you are?"

"It shouldn't be. We have been in the dark all the time, with Xiao Shi'er and Sister Miao covering up, and our whereabouts have always been secret." Han Qiwei said.

Shen Jiao finally let go of her heart. It's good that she doesn't show any traces. She is really afraid of Mao Dakai's group. They are all unreasonable monsters, and they are all cold-blooded and ruthless.

It didn't take long before she arrived at the place. The house was pitch-dark, and at first glance it looked like an empty house that would not live for a long time. Shen Jiao parked the car, turned on the flashlight, and Han Qiwei led the way.

"I put that person in the attic, where it's not easy for people to find out. Sister-in-law, be careful."

Han Qixiu also turned on the flashlight and reminded Shen Jiao to pay attention to the stairs. The atmosphere was a little tense. Shen Jiao's palms were sweating, and she was very curious about the mysterious patient.

"Right here, I'm going to light a candle."

There was a small house in the attic. It used to be used as a servant's room, but it was empty all the time. Han Qiwei went ahead and lit the candle, and tightened the curtains so that no light could see through.

"Why don't you turn on the lights? The electricity here is still on." Shen Jiao was not very used to the dim candlelight.

"You can't turn on the light, the meter will move as soon as you turn it on. You don't have to worry about ten thousand, but just in case, you have to be careful, and don't let people know that someone has lived in this house." Du Zhong said.

"Sister-in-law, I will light a few more candles."

Han Qiwei took out a few more candles and lit them. The room was much brighter. Shen Jiao could see the patient's appearance on the bed. His hair was long and messy, and his clothes were new. Tight, he must be quite old, but the patient was lying on his side, unable to see his face, nor could he tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The patient has been lying like this, and it is unknown whether he passed out or fell asleep.

"It was like this when we found him. He woke up twice in the middle, and he couldn't even eat. He was dying from rice, soup, and water." Han Qiwei explained.

Shen Jiao measured the pulse on the patient's dry hand, and the palm of her hand sank as soon as she started to use it. The patient's pulse was intermittent, and she was obviously terminally ill. She hurriedly took out the pills from the medicine box and made Han Qiwei hydrated. Feed the patient to drink.

"The situation is very critical, and he may die at any time. I'm not too sure about rescuing him. Why don't you pick up my master!" Shen Jiao suggested.

"No, unless it's a last resort, it's better not to involve too many people. I also ask the young lady to save her first. If there is no improvement, it's not too late to find your master." Du Zhong stopped.

Shen Jiao thought about it too, Dong Fangzheng's courage is smaller than a chicken, so don't scare him with these things, she took out a silver needle and prepared to **** the needle, and said, "Xiaowei, take off the patient's clothes, I'm going to **** the needle. "

Han Qiwei hesitated for a while, then said, "Sister-in-law, do you want to wear a mask? This person has sores all over his body, and the smell is a little unpleasant."

"Stop talking nonsense, and untie it quickly. The doctor has never smelled anything."

Shen Jiao reprimanded, Han Qiwei hurriedly unblocked the patient, and only halfway through the unblocking, a stench spread out, Shen Jiao frowned, the smell was indeed very stinky, but the stench was quite familiar.

After seeing the sores on the patient's body, Shen Jiao finally remembered that the patient's symptoms were almost the same as the old Liu from Kyoto some time ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ also had sores all over her body. Even the smell is the same.

Shen Jiao was even more uncertain. Mr. Liu was only rescued by Dong Fangzheng with a gold needle. She didn't know how to use a gold needle at all, and she didn't know if she could save this person. She thought about it and stabbed it with the needle. Let's talk.

After more than ten stitches in a row, Shen Jiao's forehead was covered in sweat. Han Qiwei couldn't help fanning for her, looking nervously at the patient on the bed.

After getting the last needle, Shen Jiao wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Let's watch, if you wake up in an hour, you can save your life, if you can't wake up, you can only let my master come. "

Fortunately, luck was good, or maybe the patient was in good health. He woke up in less than an hour and slowly opened his eyes, which was completely different from his haggard and old face. His eyes were dark and bright, hidden. Containing the evil spirit, although lying on the bed and unable to move, his eyes are still sharp.

"Who are you? Where is this?" The man's voice was very old and hoarse, with a bit of a northern accent.

"We rescued you in the deep mountains. This is the sea market, who are you?" Du Zhong asked.

"A sea market? You said this is a sea market?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he muttered to himself, Han Qiwei said, "Yes, this is the sea market."

The man was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "How many years is it now? Has the Japanese been defeated?"

Shen Jiao and Han Qiwei looked at each other, feeling incredible, doesn't this man know that the war of resistance against Japan has ended for nearly 40 years?

"Have you always lived on the mountain? Never came down?" Shen Jiao asked.

The man glanced at Shen Jiao with surprise in his eyes, he nodded and said, "Yes, I have always lived on the mountain, I can't go down the mountain, what's the situation outside now?"