Prison Dragon

Chapter 81

Jiang Ling chatted with the girl in a language they didn't understand, and walked to the door of the small building.

Jiang Lingdao: "Her name is Nibodiu, she was brought over by Hai Jinliu, the third master, and she is responsible for taking care of the daily life of the several masters on weekdays."

Yang You shouted towards the girl's back: "Miss Bodiu?"

How could someone be called such a strange name as Bodi.

And their third master, Hai Jinliu, Jinliu...

Doesn't sound like a good smooth name either.

Jiang Ling embarrassedly reminded Yang You: "My lord, this place is far from the culture of the Central Plains. People here put their surnames after their names."

"Nibo?" Yang You tried to imitate Jiang's tone and called her.

She turned her head and cast a puzzled look at Yang You.

Nebo had a round face, and his skin was yellowish but delicate.

Yang You smiled and waved at her, indicating that it was just a greeting, pointing at himself and saying, "Yang Bai."

Nibo nodded ignorantly, opened the door and led them up to the second floor.

There are three rooms on the second floor, and Nibo led them into a room full of Han family atmosphere, with a blue and green landscape painting hanging on the wall.

There is a medicine stove in the room that emits green smoke, with a bitter smell that hazes the whole room.There was a man lying on the bed, his black hair was turned into little braids, tied neatly on the top of his head, and a silver lock was hung around his neck. on blood.

Yang You has never believed in the so-called physiognomy, and one can know a person's body and origin just by his appearance.He just regarded it as Lu Shanjian's false and real means to bluff people.

All the way from the capital to here, he has seen a lot, and he has a bit of eyesight.For example, what a soldier should look like, what a pampered son looks like at home, and what a person who walks around all the year round looks like.

Although they may have different appearances, they always have different temperaments. Each occupation and each region will have its own characteristics. This characteristic will be integrated into a person's speech and behavior, and it is a tiny thing that cannot be erased in a lifetime. trace.

Just like when he looked at Nibo, he knew at a glance that he was a descendant of Baiyue, and the man lying on the bed, even with braids all over his head and silver ornaments, had the word Han written all over his body.

"Han people?" Yang You asked Nibo.

Nibo obviously knew some Chinese. She pointed to the man on the bed, and then to Yang You: "He...you..."

Yang You understood this time, which meant that he and Yang You were both Han Chinese.

"Does he have a name? What's wrong with him?" Jiang Ling asked.

Nibo shook his head, "I don't know what his name is. He was brought back from the mountain by the head of the family. He said that he should be raised well, and he can be exchanged for a good price."

Jiang Ling translated Nibo's words into Chinese and told Yang You.

If you can get a good price in the hands of the bandits, I am afraid that this person is either rich or expensive.

Yang You and Xiao Ning looked at each other, nodded and said, "Show him."

Nibo went straight up, first patted the man's face hard, and shouted: "You! You!"

The man seemed to have fallen into a coma, his cheeks were flushed, and he hadn't responded at all.

The four men on the side felt pain in their cheeks.

Xiao Ning quickly reached out to stop Nibo, "I'll come, I'll come."

Nebo understood, and lifted the quilt from the man.

Yang You gasped unconsciously.

The man's chest was covered with layers of white cloth. Although he didn't know what kind of wound was underneath, the white cloth on his chest was already soaked in blood.

Xiao Ning was anxious, and immediately felt his breath and pulse.

Although there are still, but very weak.

It can be said that he is dying.

He shook his head bitterly, took out the plaster that he carried with him, and motioned for Nibo to help, he would untie the white cloth and apply the plaster again.

Yang You stood by the side, except that he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the wound, and took a breath when he went out, but he persisted until the end.

On the man's chest, there was a knife mark from the upper left to the right waist. In the deep part, white bones could be seen, and because of improper handling in the early stage, the meat in many places was rotten, and the sauce-purple meat hung softly on the chest. on the wound.

Xiao Ning first cut off all the carrion with a knife, then washed the wound with wine, and finally took out his unique prescription - a plaster with green hairs on the wound.

The green hair is obviously moldy, but Xiao Ning likes to use it very much, saying that this kind of green hair can prevent wound inflammation.If it is too late to make medicine, you can use the paste with green hairs instead.

Yang You felt nauseous at first, and along the way, Xiao Ning used this ointment to heal their wounds. Apart from the nausea, the effect was surprisingly good, not worse than those good golden sore medicines in the palace.Yang You also recognized the curative effect of the green hair medicine.

After treating the wound, it took Xiao Ning half an hour. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, touched the sweat on his head, and sighed, "I can't save his life if it's later."

He asked Nebo again if he could go to the town below the mountain to prescribe medicine, and after getting an affirmative answer, he wrote down a prescription and asked Nebo to fetch it.

"What should he do?" Yang You asked.

Xiao Ning sighed, "Just watch it, you may have a fever tonight, just get over it."

Nebo seemed to have something to say, and moved his fingers uneasily in front of him.

Finally, she seemed to muster up her courage, and asked in her unproficient Chinese: "You...rescue people?"

Will you save people?

Yang You automatically completed what Nibo said in his heart.

Xiao Ning nodded, taking care of her level and said slowly: "I can save people, I am a doctor."

Nibo jumped lightly on the ground, the silver jewelry swayed and made a crisp sound, her eyes shone with joy, she put her hands on her chest and bowed her head to Xiao Ning and said, "Can you... save someone?"

"This..." Xiao Ning looked at Yang You hesitantly.

They also need more trust and information.

Yang You nodded.

Xiao Ning said: "Okay, what kind of disease is he, do you know?"

"Hit..." Nibo was very familiar with this disease, but he couldn't find the way to express it for a while, "Hit the pendulum."

Yang You: ...

Xiao Ning:?

"What is a pendulum?" Yang You asked.

Jiang Ling's complexion was very ugly, "Malaria."

Xiao Ning stood up with a bang, and explained to Yang You, who was still confused: "Malaria is a kind of plague."

Yang You immediately understood the importance, "If it is not well controlled, will it spread in a large area like other plagues?"

Xiao Ning nodded heavily.

"Malaria in Southwest China has not been found to be effective. Malaria mostly occurs in summer and disappears by itself in winter. In the past, everyone had to endure it abruptly." Jiang Ling shared the information he knew.

"It's just summer now." Yang You smiled wryly, "It's too early to get through it."

He looked at Xiao Ning, "You can't let the plague spread, it's important to save people, and you have to be careful."

Xiao Ning smiled, "Yes."

Nibo took them to see another patient, leaving only Yang You and Yang Yuchun here to watch this man.

Yang You was idle and bored, and roughly looked through the room.I found that this place has no connotation of Central Plains culture except for the Chinese style of binding.There is not even a decent book, and the only two books found in the cabinet are Tales of Strange Love.

It still belongs to Longyang.

"Boring," he concluded of the room.

Yang Yuchun seemed to have encountered something new, and was very interested in the script. Yang You's face was dark, and Yang Yuchun didn't dare to ask again.

After Yang You studied the room, he began to study this "good price" man.

It seems that he is only a weak crown, with only calluses written with a pen all year round, the rest of his hands are thin and tender, and he looks like a pampered son.

The appearance is also first-class and good-looking, with a tall and straight nose bridge, thin and moist lips, and a pale face during the illness, but it has a charming temperament.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang You began to savor the "good price" appearance boredly.

Yang Yuchun squatted beside his legs, followed his gaze, and finally choked out a sentence: "It's not as good as you."

Yang You laughed, and started to tease him, asking: "How good-looking am I?"

Yang Yuchun scratched his head, "No one I've ever met is prettier than Young Master."

Yang Youxin said, that's because you haven't seen what God looks like.

If you have seen it, you will know how beautiful it is that cannot be copied by any language in the world.

It's a pity that Yang Yuchun couldn't see him.

No one else can see it either.

There was a little joy in Yang You's heart, and his hand fell on the dragon scale on his chest through his clothes.

After a while, "Good Price" started to have a fever, Yang You followed Xiao Ning's instructions, and together with Yang Yuchun wiped his body with water and wine.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Ning came over to have a look, and brought news that shocked Yang You.

The person Nibo asked him to see was Hai Jinliu, the third head of Wollongong.

Hai Jinliu suffered from malaria? !

What's more, the whole village doesn't seem to be very clear about this.

At least, at the welcome banquet, the people in the cottage didn't seem to have any problem with Hai Jinliu's absence, as if they already knew that he was sick.

Either they knew Higgin had malaria, and if that was the case, why was Wollongong so peaceful.

If they didn't know that Hai Jin had malaria, the taste of it would be interesting.

Yang You and Xiao Ning glanced at each other, and they both saw the calculation in each other's eyes.

"That's exactly what I want to say to you, my lord." Xiao Ning took a sip of water, "There are few doctors in the remote southwest, and Nibo knows some Miao medicine, and he is already the most powerful doctor in the village. Everyone's illness is the same She cured her. She is from Haijin, and she has been Haijin's maid since she was a child."

"The whole of Wollongong is populated by Miao and Han people, and even the Miao people make up the majority, but Heifeng is the leader. This in itself has already planted a disaster. The Miao people listen to Haijin, and the Han people are all Heifeng and Liao Xiang's subordinates. We still don't know what the relationship between them is. But we can infer some things from Nibo's actions."

"Haijin was sick, and she didn't seek medical treatment. Although it was because of the intractable malaria, she didn't notify the whole village to take precautions. Instead, she just used other diseases as an excuse to isolate Haijin from the rest of the people. This is Why?"

Yang You tapped the table with his fingers unconsciously, and said with a smile, "She's afraid."

He was afraid that the Han people would do something, and that Haijin's condition would cause internal strife in Wollongong.

"Hmph, what good can a savage savage and a desperate thug do?"

A faint but unfamiliar voice interrupted their conversation.