The Village Doctress

After Gospel Lin boiled the medicine, he immediately walked to Huang Fujin, reached out to pick up the wood pulp in his hand, "Go and drink the medicine, and give it to me next."

Huang Fujin took a deep look at her, and moved her mouth without saying a word.

Gospel Lin looked at him as he bowed his head and grinned.

During this time, she was very indifferent.

Although Huang Fujin really forgot about her completely, she thought it was God's test for her and Huang Fujin this time.

After passing through the initial anxiety and worry, she got along with Huang Fujin like an old friend, and didn't tell him too much about the past. The two had got to know each other, and she asked Huang Fujin to find the answer he cares about.

She is now very satisfied with the results this strategy has received.

Huang Fujin is different to her after all.

Otherwise, why did he keep guarding her, and why did the chief Yalan of the Blackwater Department not touch him at all?

After all, women chasing men's veils ...

And this time Huang Fujin was sick, seriously speaking, it was because of her gospel.

If this doesn't explain anything, she's too idiotic.

After Huang Fujin drank the medicine, she felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and she fell asleep.

When Gospel Lin saw that the wind was getting stronger, he opened the package of her clothes in the moonlight, and found a silk ramie brought from the black water department and covered him.

The mules in Heishuibei are all made of animal fur, which is very warm. Lin Gospel did not worry about him being cold, but just after it rained and the night wind blew, she was a little cold herself.

Must also put on a coat to speed up the speed of the paddle, this movement is also warmer.

Huang Fujin slept directly into the early morning of the next day, and he was awoken by a ray of morning glow.

When he opened his eyes, a spirit stood up and looked away from the head of the bamboo platoon.

At this moment, the girl squinted slightly, her face was dormant, but she was still holding on to the paddle ...

He knew that she had not slept all night and shook the wood pulp all night, and suddenly Huang Fujin was distressed.

He was startled when he realised that he was distressing the girl.

Has he cared about her?

Junmu stared deeply at the girl who continued to paddle against the morning glow, and wanted to go to Lin Goshen, took the wood pulp in her hand, and let her sleep well.

But he stopped next.

It was time for breakfast, and he couldn't let her stay up all night, and then he was busy preparing breakfast for the two of them.

So he went lightly to the stern of the boat, took out a dozen roasted taro roots from under the thick dry leaves, and took out a Pheasant, which was marinated by Lin Gospel himself.

The sound of his picking things struck Lin Gospel.

When Lin Gospel's eyes moved over, he first looked at his face. He stood under the glow of the sun, and his face looked like a gorgeous light, and Lin Gou silently took a mouthful of water.

However, he held a dozen roasted taro roots tied with a straw rope in his left hand, and a pickled pheasant in his right hand, and she couldn't help laughing.

Such a beautiful man has such a breath of life, and it is also very interesting.

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?" Lin Goshen asked with a smile.

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"It seemed like I was sweating last night, and now I'm a lot lighter, and I'm not feverish anymore." I was seen by other girls like this, but Huang Fujin still felt a little embarrassed, and Jun's face turned slightly red.

Gospel Lin couldn't bear to make him embarrassed, and he said busyly: "It's best if you have a good body, and your body is really good, just take a medicine."

Huang Fujin practiced martial arts all year round. It is normal for him to have a good health, but he rarely gets sick. According to the saying that the disease is like falling down from the mountain and getting sick like a silk, Lin Gou thinks that he needs to rest for at least one or two days before recovering.

"I'll make a breakfast for you first, and I'll change it later." After Huang Fujin said this, he immediately looked down and went to the wok.

Gospel Lin saw that he still wanted to make her breakfast, and his body was warmed a little by the cold wind all night.

Then he grinned, "Come and change me first. I'll make breakfast."

The roasted taro soup is just a bit hot, but this pickled pheasant Huang Fujin absolutely doesn't know how to make it. It is estimated that he wants to roast it.

Afraid he didn't agree, Lin Gospel added: "I want to make a wheat porridge with pickled pheasant, and you won't."

Huang Fujin has just gotten sick, and it is definitely inappropriate to roast a marinated pheasant, and she also stayed up all night. To add nutrition, it is better to eat chicken congee.

As for the wheat, she didn't bring it from the Blackwater Department. When she and Huang Fujin searched for food in the mountain forest, she found that the wheat had not been removed, and they were all wild, so she collected some.

Huang Fujin heard her say, and said, "I'll bake ..."

The thought of him sitting there roasting the pheasant and warming the taro was no trouble, and immediately changed his mind. "You have worked hard all night. It is better if you come to sit and make breakfast. I will change it for you. "

Put the food in the pot on one side, and Huang Fujin came to Lin Gospel.

This still hurts her tired.

Lin Goshen smiled happy.

"I want to make a pheasant wheat porridge," she said.

Huang Fujin listened, "No need to bother."

The angle of Lin Gou ’s lips was greater, and he smiled, "But I want to drink porridge."

Huang Fujin froze.

"Then ... you feel free." Eventually he clinged to her.

Gospel Lin grinned and handed the wood pulp to his hands, while walking to the end of the bamboo raft.

First, I took out some dried wood and put it in a stone pot that Huang Fujin purposely made for cooking. I used a tinder to ignite the fire. Then I put the roasted taro in the stone pot and bake it again.

Then I simmered more than half of the water from the iron pot yesterday into several pots. Then I took out the wheat and washed it with water, and put it in the iron pot.

In the end, she cut a half of the chicken breast from the marinated pheasant with a knife, chopped it into pieces of meat, rinsed it with clean water, and threw it into the iron pan and covered the lid.

Huang Fujin shook the wood pulp while taking the time to see her movements. Seeing her methodical, her hands and feet took care of all of this, and she could not help looking at her.

"I'm done here. When the wood is burned out, the charcoal will be boiled for a while. It will be fine now. I will change you again, and you will take a rest." Lin Gou walked to Huang Fujin and prepared to take his hand Taken wood pulp here.

Huang Fujin flashed, his voice was deep, "You haven't slept all night, go to sleep for a while. I am a man, already sick, why should I come to you?"

Listening to this tone will make me angry.

"You haven't been thorough, you still have to rest a lot ..."

"No!" Huang Fujin was decisive.

"Well, the wind is coming." Lin Gospel felt that the direction of the wind had changed, and it just turned into the north wind.