You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 168 He understands better than anyone else (thanks to user 80818135)

Hearing the voice, Bai Wan laughed dryly and stood still obediently.

After a moment, Lin Fu said calmly: "The fever of those who were shot by arrows has subsided, and those who were scratched can wait and recover slowly. As for you..."

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment: "What about me?"

Lin Fu glared at the man opposite him and scolded: "We missed the time again!"

"I'm sorry." Bai Wan tilted his head. "Maybe it's because of my age that my memory is not good. Wait until I boil the medicine and come back."

It is really shameless for a 20-year-old to say this to a person in his 70s.

Lin Fuqi's silver hair trembled slightly. A few days ago, he had agreed to treat his eyes with acupuncture according to the time.

As a result, this person either wasted time looking after Ling Shumo, or messed up the medicinal materials just to identify them.

"Come with me!" Lin Fu grabbed the man and pulled him to sit on the stone bench.

She raised her crutch and hit him hard, but when she saw his lifeless eyes and red marks on his hands, she gently put it back.

In the stone room, Bai Wan's clothes looked a little shabby in the candlelight, and she sat down hastily.

Ling Shumo could see that the man's face suddenly turned as pale as night snow, which did not look good.

"Sit down!" Lin Fu spread out the silver needle in his hand in front of him, "Is it more important for you to cut and boil the herbs than to treat your eyes yourself?"

of course not……

Bai Wan immediately coughed violently a few times and held his breath.

Ling Shumo felt soft and helpless in his heart. He straightened his body and held his hand, using some force.

The person opposite immediately understood, took it with his backhand, placed it in his broad palm, and clasped his fingers together.

Lin Fu did not notice the behavior of these two people, but he could not help but look serious.

"Doctor Lin, I was rude just now. Please come in!" Bai Wan's original voice became clear and steady.

Lin Fu couldn't believe his ears. It turned out that this guy was a polite person. Why did he pretend to be a rogue?

So, she twisted the golden needles on the candle to remove the poison, and inserted them into the corresponding acupuncture points one by one.

The slight swelling and pain in these places felt like being bitten by a mosquito, and Bai Wan couldn't help but purse her lips.

In fact, a few days before Ling Shumo had a fever, Lin Fu gave him two choices.

Although the chances of curing blindness are slim, it is not completely untreatable.

Either he wanted to cure the eye thorn and release the blood in his brain, or he faced a life-or-death gamble, with his life or death hanging in the balance. It would be a matter of whether he would regain his sight or be taken away by the King of Hell.

Acupuncture and moxibustion can provide relief, but the improvement may be gradual and never-ending, and the condition may never be cured.

And Bai Wan, after careful consideration, chose the latter.

For Ling Shumo, he really couldn't bear to take the gamble with only a 50% chance.

After all, it is not the situation six years ago where life and death were meaningless. There is someone in my heart that I cannot let go of, so after careful consideration, I would rather be conservative in diagnosis and treatment.

Half an hour passed...

Bai Wan had a calm expression, except for the occasional awkward frown, and waited quietly for Lin Fu to start and end the acupuncture.

The smell of the medicine hit my nose all of a sudden, it was really unpleasant...

After a while, Lin Fuyouyou said to the person opposite him: "You have to let me give you acupuncture every other day. Even if it's a dying horse, you have to be a good dying horse and don't always think about being a disobedient mule..."

What kind of words are these?

Bai Wan curled her lips and shrugged her shoulders.

Then, Lin Fu applied some medicine and wrapped the gauze around the eyes of the man in moon-white clothes.

When the last layer of white veil covered his eyes, most of his originally handsome face was covered, leaving only his slightly pursed lips.

"Okay, that's good. I have to go and identify the herbs and make the medicine."

Then, the man stood up and left, groping in his steps with certainty.

He had a clear plan. Boiling and cutting the medicine was not only for Zichen, but also for himself.

Several people looked at the back of the blind man leaning on a bamboo pole, only to see him stumble and fall because he was unfamiliar with the road conditions.

Then, the man quickly got up and cursed at the bricks on the ground. Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads and smile bitterly.

It turns out that there are actually people who can argue with stones for a long time.

Seeing that Bai Wan had successfully entered the side room, Ling Shumo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and his shoulders relaxed.

While Lin Fu was re-applying medicine and bandaging Ling Shumo and Chen Xingyi, he was watching him carefully and thinking.

This person was obviously very concerned, but he didn't even try to stop the person and let him stumble forward.

Lin Fu looked at Ling Shumo's worried eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "You knew he couldn't see, but you let him make the medicine himself?"

"I only know that he absolutely does not want to be treated as a useless waste." Ling Shumo said indifferently.

If Bai Wan is not allowed to do anything and is only taken care of like a blind and disabled person in his daily life, and is not allowed to do what he wants to do, it will be tantamount to a humiliation for him.

He understood better than anyone what kind of person Ah Bai was...

I would rather die in pain than endure being looked at with pity and sympathy by strange eyes.

Ling Shumo stood up, and Ah Yan hurried over to support him: "Thank you, Doctor Lin, for your treatment. We may have to bother you for a few more days, but I will give you what you want as soon as possible."

At this time, he glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Ah Yan brought over: "I will recite the Guangji Medical Book as soon as possible. I hope you will keep your word and treat me well."

The royal medical books brought by the Lingyu delegation were not allowed to be taken out of the palace. Even the Minister of Rites was not allowed to take the books from the library out, not even the copied ones.

The only way is to keep silent.

Ah Yan, who was standing by, probably guessed something: "Sir, you didn't memorize a whole medical book just for Mr. Bai, did you?"

The man paused suddenly, feeling a little shocked.

He knew that Lord Ling had a photographic memory and could read thousands of books, but he didn't expect that he would use this to trade with Lin Fu.

It turned out that when he was leaving the capital, this man went to the palace library and stayed there all day for this reason.

This kind of thing is something that no one else would ever do.

All he heard was Ling Shumo on the other side whispering, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with reading more books."

It's easy to say, Lingyu and Daying use two different languages. In other words, he not only has to memorize it, but also translate it in advance.

Everyone has their own needs. Doctors are also human beings.

It should be noted that this hermit doctor does not care about gold, silver and treasures at all, and can only be moved by miraculous medical skills and treasures.

Ling Shumo's shoulder injury was not serious, but his left shoulder was torn and it was still a little painful, making it difficult for him to raise his right hand.

He picked up a pen and ink, wrote a letter and folded it. He nodded slightly, looked at the person opposite him, and wrote a few more words.

"Send this back to the capital."

A Yan frowned anxiously and took the letter.

"Sir, you are late in returning to the capital this time. You will inevitably be impeached again."

"No problem—"

The voice was light and elegant, and it seemed that he didn't take it to heart. Although I know that His Majesty is so incompetent now, I'm not always so lucky.

Just from a few words, one could tell that Ling Shumo's current situation in the court was not optimistic.