Chu Junlan's face was solemn and said in a deep voice: "Zi Yan, you can take the bus with the old man. I'll hurry up and go there first."

Zi Yan nodded quickly: "Save people like putting out fires. Girl, go quickly, I will come later."

Chu Junlan was still worried about Zi Yan, so he called two more guards to escort Zi Yan and Liu Bo. Then he took the medical box to the backyard to lead the horse, and hurried to Fengya Villa outside the city.

Chu Junlan is now a celebrity in the capital. She often goes to the winery with Xiao Xu and goes to the city gate, which shows that she is in a hurry to go out for business. The city gate army is used to it, but it has not stopped it. Chu Junlan urges her fast horse to run to Fengya Villa.

Fengya Villa is named Fengya, which is actually a farm that houses widows, widows, orphans. There are many homeless people, disabled people with broken arms and legs, unconscious patients, and even many women and wandering children who return home but are not taken in by their parents' home.

As soon as Chu Junlan rode his horse into the door, a familiar old man came up and said, "Girl, is it Miss Chu?"

"That's right!" Chu Junlan turned around and jumped off the horse, tied the horse to the wooden fence casually, and walked quickly into the village with the medical box, asking, "Where is Mr. Fu? How was he injured?"

"Hey, hey, come with me quickly, the young master is in the main house." The old man quickened his pace to lead Chu Junlan, his voice trembled, and he also had a little sobbing, "The young master was covered in blood and asked someone to carry it back. He found a doctor and said that he had lost too much blood and was almost out of order."

Along the way, many elderly, weak, sick and disabled people in the village surrounded him. Because of Chu Junlan's appearance and momentum, they did not dare to get too close, but they were all begging each other.

"Please help Mr. Fu!"

"The girl is a miracle doctor, and she will definitely save Mr. Fu.

"Young Master Fu is a good person, please be sure to save him!"

...

Some people knelt down and kowtowed, some took the lead, and some immediately followed suit, and the elderly, weak, women and children knelt all over the ground.

Chu Junlan hurriedly said, "I will do my best to get up."

As he spoke, he didn't bother to support him and hurried into the main house.

Everyone stood up with support from each other, stretched their necks and looked into the room, standing outside looking forward to it.

The main room was filled with a strong smell of blood and medicine. Chu Junlan walked through the front hall on the stone brick floor. When he lifted the ink blue curtains to the side, he saw Fu Zhiheng covering a half-new dark blue quilt, lying on the big kang by the window. An eleven-year-old boy was sitting on the edge of the kang wiping his tears.

Fu Zhiheng's face was pale, and his long crow hair was scattered on the dark blue mattress like silk, making his slender neck and shoulders look fair in complexion.

The snow-white bandage passed through his armpits, and the parts wrapped around his chest and his arms were covered by a quilt, but there were still undried blood on his shoulders exposed outside the quilt. Combined with his already beautiful face, he had more fragile beauty.

This talented and conceited person showed such a fragile side in front of Chu Junlan for the first time.

Chu Junlan sat beside Fu Zhiheng and asked the boy: "Are you new to Mr. Fu?"

The boy nodded and touched his tears: "You, are you Miss Chu?"

"Hmm. What's your name?"

"Tianbao, my name is Tianbao." Tianbao sobbed, "Bo Liu said, Miss Chu is a miracle doctor and will definitely be able to save our young master. Miss Chu, you must save our young master."

When Chu Junlan was speaking, he had already grabbed Fu Zhiheng's arm and looked out to check the pulse. He then opened his eyelids and then got up to untie his bandage.

"I will do my best. What happened to your son? He often walks the way from the city to this place at the foot of the emperor. How could something happen?"

When Tianbao heard this, he started to cry: "It's all for us, and the young master is so hurt to make us have enough food."

Chu Junlan had untied the bandage at this time, and saw a wound cut in front of him, scratching from his right shoulder to his upper left abdomen. The wound was simply treated and covered with crude golden sore medicine. The wound was turned outward, and there were bleeding areas. There were also signs of inflammation and suppuration in some small areas.

Chu Junlan frowned, immediately opened the medical box, took out the strong wine and a sharp knife, and turned around and instructed Tianbao: "Go and light a lamp to put it here, and find a few people with quick hands and feet to help me."

"Hey, hey!" Tianbao hurried out.

Soon, he carefully brought back an oil lamp and called two women over 40 to come in.

The woman was a little embarrassed when she saw Chu Junlan, and was a little panicked when she saw Fu Zhiheng's injuries.

Chu Junlan frowned and wanted to change someone, but when she thought that there were not many people in this villa to be well-behaved, but instead, these women who had no husband's family and were not accepted by their parents' family were in good hands and feet.

Chu Junlan asked them to help boil water, and the other helped her.

Chu Junlan asked Tianbao again: "Do you know how to write? Can you write?"

“Yes, yes.”

"I think the people around Mr. Fu should also be able to read and write," Chu Junlan smiled, and kept moving his hands. He took a few silver needles and stabbed them into several acupoints. After twisting the needle, a faint phoenix sound came out, "Go and get paper and pen, I'll prescription, you can write it down."

"Okay, okay." Tianbao stopped crying and hurriedly went to get the pen and ink.

Chu Junlan used strong wine to wipe the knife burned by fire, bent down and treated the suppuration on the wound, prescribed a prescription.

Tianbao Records were very serious, and then read them to Chu Junlan aloud. The childish voice was very crisp and nice.

"Yes, that's all. You go to Sanjitang in the city to get medicine. Sanjitang knows it? Just at the market in the north of the city, Dr. Weng who was sitting there was my friend. You said I asked you to get medicine. I will go back to calculate the medicine with him, and he will get medicine for you."

Chu Junlan was anxious and didn't carry any silver coins on her body. After thinking about it, he took out an unfilled wine ticket from his sleeve and handed it to Tianbao.

"Here, if you hand this over to Dr. Weng, he will believe you."

"Okay!" Tianbao carefully put the prescription and wine tickets into his arms and asked in a crying voice: "Miss Chu, will our young master have something to do? I'm so scared..."

"No, I'm here. Go quickly, your young master is still waiting to take medicine."

"Yeah!" Tianbao touched his tears, nodded heavily, turned around and ran out.

Chu Junlan took the tools that were always in the medicine box and began to suture Fu Zhiheng's wounds.

The woman was also brave. Although Chu Junlan sealed the acupoints with a silver needle to prevent Fu Zhiheng from losing too much blood, the scene during the stitching would still make ordinary women feel uncomfortable. The woman was very steady and carefully illuminated Chu Junlan with a lampstand. She also followed Chu Junlan's instructions and wiped away the blood with a clean cotton cloth.

The two cooperated tacitly, but Chu Junlan only gave Fu Zhiheng a simple anesthesia treatment and only half of it was sewn. Fu Zhiheng woke up in pain.

His face was extremely pale, his pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, he looked at Chu Junlan in a hazy way, and said weakly: "You...why are you here?"

"Why did you get hurt like this when you come to save your life? Who would chop you?" As he said that, he took out a small white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out a black pill and stuffed it into Fu Zhiheng's mouth.

Another woman immediately brought a tea bowl to feed Fu Zhiheng a few mouthfuls.

Fu Zhiheng swallowed the medicine, frowned bitterly, his tongue numb, and it took him a long time to speak.

"What a bitter medicine."

"The good medicine is bitter."

Chu Junlan continued to suture the wound.

Fu Zhiheng looked down at her movements, miraculously, he felt a little erratic in his mind, and could not feel the unbearable severe pain.

Chu Junlan continued to distract him, "How did you get hurt?"

Fu Zhiheng looked at Chengchen above his head and a buzzed in his ears: "I finally got a sum of money and went to buy food and other supplies needed for winter. Unexpectedly, I encountered bandits on the way I delivered it."

"Bandits? This is outside the capital, and there are bandits under the feet of the emperor?"

"Well. I think so too, so I didn't even bring one of the escorts. I wanted to argue with them, but I was cut twice."

"Where is the other knife?"

“On… on the legs.”

Chu Junlan happened to sew the wound and was about to lift the quilt to see Fu Zhiheng's legs, but he grabbed the quilt.

Chu Junlan said in confusion: "What?"

"The injury was on the thigh."

Chu Junlan rolled her eyes and said, "I am a doctor, why are you shy and you?" He took off the silver needle and quickly put on the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder she arranged, and rebanded the wound.

Fu Zhiheng became more and more dazed, his tongue was a little hard, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

"I, the food and grass I finally bought were gone... What do people in such a villa eat and wear? It's too cold in winter, and they have no livelihood... There are bandits near the capital, those who are raised by those bitches..."

Fu Zhiheng's voice gradually weakened and he fell asleep in a daze.

The two women who helped were already crying. Seeing Fu Zhiheng's neck tilted and his eyes closed, he was so scared that he cried.

Chu Junlan hurriedly said, "It's okay, I gave him a sleeping medicine. If I keep awake, how painful it will be to treat the wound? Just wake him up when it's time to take the medicine later."

The two women felt relieved and carefully tested Fu Zhiheng's breath. Seeing that he was really fine, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Junlan lifted the quilt and went to see the wounds on his leg.

No wonder Fu Zhiheng is shy. The wound is too close to the base of his legs. It is also a knife wound with flesh turning outwards. Simple golden sore medicine is sprinkled on the wound. Fu Zhiheng is now wearing only a pair of loose underwear, and his legs are tied high to the base of his legs. If the knife is a little more biased, I am afraid that Fu Zhiheng will have no hope of having children in his life.

Chu Junlansi treated the wound on his leg again.

At this time, Zi Yan also rushed over, and Chu Junlan hurriedly said, "Go and tell Liu Bo, prepare the mule cart and lay a thick bedding on the cart. The Master Fu wants to use it later. Then I will ask someone to go to the Chu Mansion in Shichahai. Tell my elder brother and ask him to pack up a guest room. It is inconvenient for Mr. Fu to recover from his injuries here, so he has to go to his mansion to recover from his injuries."

"Yes, I'll go now." Zi Yan wiped her sweat and hurried out to give orders.

But after a moment, the injury was treated properly, and Tianbao hurried back with the medicine.

Chu Junlan immediately took the medicine to the kitchen and fry it. Along the way, many elderly, weak and disabled adults, and thin children all surrounded Chu Junlan and Fu Zhiheng's condition.

Chu Junlan answered patiently one by one, and saw that they showed a true relief expression, and his heart was also very soft.

Thinking of Fu Zhiheng's unconsciousness just now, Chu Junlan couldn't help but sigh. She could understand why Fu Zhiheng worked so hard for this group of people.

Because a person will feel satisfied and happy when he finds something worth doing and makes efforts and works for it. Although he cannot get any material and money rewards, he has won the hearts of the people. The sincere concern and worship of these people for him is the best reward.

Not to mention Fu Zhiheng, even someone who had little contact with Fengya Villa could not bear to see them starve to death.

It seems that even in a peaceful and prosperous era, vulnerable groups will still exist.

Chu Junlan sighed lightly, fryed the medicine with his own hands, took it in and forced it to feed Fu Zhiheng, and then called Tianbao: "You go and clean it up, and follow us later."

"What?" Tianbao scratched his head inexplicably.
To be continued...