The most important point is that the old man was hit with spiritual power, which is above her, and her lungs were directly injured by spiritual power. In this case, if you take medicine, you can only heal the surface condition. If you want to The radical cure is estimated to depend on spiritual power.

Use spiritual power to melt the blood!

Thinking about this, Duanmu Yawang started to have a headache.

This is not an easy task for her.

First, she needs to look for medicinal herbs again and find medicinal herbs that can keep blood in her lungs. Secondly, she needs to use an incense burner to refine the medicine with spiritual power. Now she is injured, and she needs to use spiritual power to refine the medicine. She was fate.

But, no matter what, she wanted to save her life.

There are lucky things in misfortune.

Fortunately, her medical system has always stored the medicines accumulated in the ghost market, plus the medicines accumulated in the Luochenfang and the Hall of Wisdom, she has a lot of medicines.

She found the medicine she needed in it.

In the end, she found that there was a difference.

"Sure enough, it's hard to find medicine to drain blood from the lungs."

However, her lungs were too uncomfortable. Even if the two medicines were missing, she still refined those medicines first. This refining process almost killed her.

However, there are gains in paying.

After refining, she took a medicine. Although it was one or two different medicines, the effect would be much worse, but after taking it for an hour or two, her whole person became more energetic.

The pain in the lungs has also diminished a lot.

After tossing like this, the next morning, Duanmu Yawang cooked some meat for herself, and took another medicine. His mind was dizzy, and he couldn't help but fall asleep deeply under the quilt.

I don't know how long I slept. After waking up, she saw a drop in the sky. She was taken aback and said without a face: "Am I actually sleeping for so long?"

Her concept of time is getting weaker and weaker now. She obviously woke up after eating meat in the morning and fell asleep, but she was surprised that it was already night when she woke up.

However, she looked at the sunset on the horizon, and still smiled: "It's finally normal." Even though she still couldn't see the sun, but somehow there was also sunset.

Thinking about this, there was a pain in the lungs, and she had to take out a medicine.

After sleeping for a day, she became more energetic, and after her lungs were comfortable, and the fever was gone, she walked around to see if there were any two herbs that she lacked.

As soon as she stood up, she heard the rumbling, rising sound of Shimen.

Duanmu Yawang stood still, glanced at Shimen, and saw that the old man came out yesterday with a vegetable basket woven from bamboo strips, and he was about to walk towards the vegetable field on one side.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him, his muddy old eyes flashed with surprise.

His pair of Lao Yang stared at her for a moment, then averted his gaze, approached the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, and didn't care about Duanmu Yawang anymore.

Duanmu Yawang sighed secretly when she saw it, but didn't say anything. Thinking of her mission, she continued to walk in the direction she hadn't passed.

It was getting dark, Duanmu Yawang put up a torch and searched nearby for more than an hour, but failed to find it and went home.

Going back to the hidden place where she lay, Duanmu Yawang ate the barbecue, took the medicine, and went on to sleep.

After waking up the next day, I felt that my lungs were much better, but the two medicines were not found, Duanmu Yawang was still unwilling, and continued to walk around, wanting to try her luck.

Although she knew that there was little hope, she was a healer, and her perfect medicine made her unable to give up.

However, after looking for a day, in the afternoon, she did not find the two herbs, but found a plain, and at that time a fertile plain.

There is actually a piece of rice there!

That piece of rice knows that there are about ten acres!

"Could it be that old man planted it?"

Such a thought flashed in Duanmu Yawang's head for the first time, but she soon became a little bit dumbfounded, because the grass was overgrown and sparse in that piece of rice. It didn't look like someone managed to plant it, but rather like it. wild.

"Fine, I just look at them, I won't move them."

Even so, Duanmu Yawang licked his mouth, as if what he saw was not a paddy field, but a bowl of rice or a pot of rice porridge!

In fact, this is not to blame Duanmu Yawang, because she has been injured these days, in fact, she has become disgusted with eating meat. She has not eaten barbecue for two days, and eats boiled meat or wild vegetables in water.

However, she actually wants to eat rice or porridge more, and wants to eat light things.

Being sick and eating meat is actually a kind of torture in disguise.

Duanmu Yawang returned without much gain. Thinking of her illness and not having a good rest recently, she took out some medicinal materials to cook meat for herself, as a supplement for herself.

While eating, she couldn't help but think of Xiao Bailu and Lan's couple.

Little Bailu, they should have come back from the bottom of the mountain, right?

Would they worry if they and the Lans saw that they had not returned?

Do you think about it?

Thinking of this, Duanmu Yawang took out her own life stone again. The stone was still blue. She thought, if she smashed the life stone now, she wondered if she could go back?

In fact, this idea had appeared several times before, but, for some reason, a voice in her heart told her that this life stone must never be broken.

If she smashed a rock, she really couldn't go back.

At this time, Duanmu Yawang would pinch out the thoughts.

When Duanmu Yawang was thinking about this, there was a sound on one side. Duanmu Yawang was taken aback. After walking around, he saw that the masked old man appeared beside her for some time and looked straight. Holding the meat in her pot.

This pot was put into the medical system by Duanmu Yawang in his previous life. In fact, it has everything you need for cooking utensils, plus oil and salt. Therefore, a pot of traditional Chinese medicine broth smells very fragrant.

Of course, it tastes more fragrant and the soup tastes very refreshing.

I don't know if the old man was attracted by the smell of this pot of soup, and he stood aside watching the soup in her pot and stopped moving.

The direct look made Duanmuya look ashamed.

Duan Muya glanced at her eyes, raised her eyes and smiled: "Grandpa, do you want to eat?"

The old man kept silent, remembering something, his gaze shifted from the pot of soup to her, and he looked her up and down, and then his old eyes became more and more muddy.

Duanmu Yawang frowned subconsciously.

"You are still alive." The old man's grit-like voice sounded.

Duanmu Yawang smiled lightly, "Grandpa, there is something wrong with the logic of what you said. When I saw my soup, I remembered such a thing."