Chapter 258 Lost Soul

The old doctor glanced at this kid, he was very careful, he was a good seed for being a medicine boy, he raised his hand to open the medicine box and took out the pulse pillow from inside, he took the pulse carefully, shook it to count it, no head Endless bean-shaped rings, active palpitations, heart emptiness, sweating, hot yin and yang.

   He stroked his beard: "Little lady, this is a high fever caused by palpitations. What happened to her that was particularly frightening?"

   Tan Anjun pursed his thin lips, how do you say that? Looking back at the scene at that time, the panic came inexplicably.

   Seeing that he didn't answer, the old doctor said calmly: "Prescribe a few medicines first, and wait and see."

   "What if the high fever persists?"

  The old doctor threw the medicine bag he prepared to him, and said angrily: "The folks have lost their souls, you go to the witch, why are you looking for me?"

   This **** boy didn't drink his medicine, so he didn't believe him so much, why did he take him captive?

He really listened to what the old doctor said casually, and asked people to arrange for the old doctor to rest, and then arranged for the little maid to cook medicine. Tan Anjun then ordered Xiao Liu to go to Lishu Village tomorrow to find his mother-in-law and inquire about it. Which sorceress in the neighborhood is more famous?

  Tan Anjun did this mainly because his little wife was with him at the time, and she was inexplicably pale and cold and sweaty. This kind of uncontrollable thing, he can believe it or not, no matter what, he will try it.

In the evening, Yang Lan'er drank the medicine prescribed by the old doctor, and her body temperature rose again in the middle of the night. The high fever persisted, and Tan Anjun was so anxious that he dug the old doctor out of the bed like an ant on a hot pot. The old doctor had no choice but to grow old I couldn't beat it again and again, I couldn't get out of the struggle, I honestly took my pulse, stroked my beard and muttered to myself: "It's weird, it's really weird! Judging from the pulse chart, the little lady is in good health, she's just in shock, is it necessary for her to have a high fever?" ?”

  Tan Anjun listened to the old doctor's muttering without missing a word, and suddenly became anxious, and stared at him coldly with deep eyes: "What did you just say? What do you mean?"

  The old doctor's back was slightly stiff, and he groaned and said: "From the pulse chart, the young lady is in good health, but now the high fever does not go away... The old man wonders if he really lost his soul?"

  This stinky boy is so majestic and imposing, it makes him feel a little scared. At present, he can't explain it with his medical skills, so he simply pushes it to the witch.

  Tan Anjun revealed a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Oh, you go down!"

Yang Lan'er's high fever kept coming and going, and drinking the medicine didn't help. On the second day, it was almost noon, Xiao Liu brought the witch, and Tan Anjun asked the witch to perform the ritual in front of the bed, and finally burned a piece of talisman in the bowl , let Yang Lan'er take it after flushing the water.

  The sorceress took out a yellow amulet from her bosom and gave it to Tan Anjun to hang it around Yang Lan'er's neck for seventy-seven forty-nine days. During the period, she could not take it off except for bathing.

   "Especially at night if there is nothing to take off." After finishing speaking, he gave him a meaningful look.

  Tan Anjun took the amulet, ignored her eyes, and asked coldly: "What else do you need?"

   "There's nothing else to do, let's find someone to take the old woman home."

  Tan Anjun glanced at the face with high cheekbones and wrinkles like dead bark in front of him, and narrowed his eyes: "When my little wife gets better, I will thank you very much and send someone to take you home. If..."

   Turning around, he said indifferently to the little maid standing beside him, "Take her to the guest room to rest!"

   "No!"

  The witch still wanted to say something, the little maid didn't wait for her to say more, and dragged her out of the main house, waiting for the master's anger, she couldn't bear the anger of a little maid.

  (end of this chapter)