The male supporting role in Quick Transmigration, please don't be a demon

Chapter 141 The Bamboo Horse Is Xiao Qingmei's 24
Most of the bell doctors are doctors with rich treatment experience. They carry a medicine box and carry a bell in their hands to walk around the streets to treat the common people at the grassroots level.

This kind of doctor is despised by people with a little background.

People are divided into three, six or nine classes. Dr. Ling treats the people of the lower classes, so they are classified into the bottom class.

Doctor Ruan Ling has a very weird temper, she doesn't like being called doctor, so she can only be called Doctor Ruan Ling.

If someone calls her doctor, she can give up her job.

When Aunt Li's family went back last night, she met Doctor Ruan Ling who was planning to leave with a serious face and a medicine box on her back.

If the family who sought medical treatment hadn't changed their mouths and said a lot of good things, I'm afraid they would really die.

The injured person is the youngest child next door to Aunt Li's family.

Children never leave their mouths with medicines, and they take more medicines than meals.

In the past few days, the neighbor next door not only can't eat, but also can't drink medicine.

No, when I met Doctor Ruan Ling, with the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living doctor, I invited Doctor Ruan Ling in.

What I didn't expect was that the person who thought his fate was numbered, opened his eyes in less time than a joss stick of incense, shouted hungry, and ate two bowls of porridge before stopping.

This miraculous story has been spread since last night. This morning when Li's aunt was shopping for vegetables, the streets and alleys were talking about Dr. Ruan Ling's superb medical skills.

Someone pulled her to ask if it was true or not.

"Auntie, is there a way to find Doctor Ruan Ling?"

Aunt Li's hand shook: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not me, it's Shen Ye."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Aunt Li's family breathed a sigh of relief, and hearing the second half of the sentence, Aunt Li's family stood up straight away.

"What happened to Mr. Ye? Is he injured? No, he is a disciple of the Imperial Master. Who dares to provoke him?"

After all, sooner or later the news about Shen Ye would spread, and Mu Zuihuan directly explained the reason.

The aunt of the Li family was silent for a while, she couldn't eat the morning food anymore, she hurriedly turned and walked out of the restaurant: "Girl wait, I'll let Da Lang and the others go find it."

Mu Zuihuan went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of porridge, then jumped into the courtyard next door.

The servant serving Shen Ye was still very fast. When she came, a group of servants took the handouts and kowtowed in the direction of Shen Ye's room, and then left the house.

"Girl." The servant stepped forward to greet Mu Zuihuan.

"what's your name?"

"Little Wang An."

"Well, your son has me here, go down."

"Yes."

Mu Zuihuan pushed the door open and entered, then closed the door behind him.

Shen Ye stared at the roof of the tent with a blank face, and did not recover until Mu Zuihuan approached, and smiled weakly at her: "You are here."

"Can you sit up?"

Shen Ye smiled wryly: "Maybe it can't."

Mu Zuihuan held the bowl in one hand, supported Shen Ye's neck with the other, carefully lifted him up, and wrapped him in his arms.

Shen Ye leaned against her arms, his ears turned red, and his body moved involuntarily.

"But this position makes you uncomfortable?"

The melodious voice came from the side of her ear, combined with the sound of her heart beating at a constant speed and the faint fragrance of her body, Shen Ye lowered his eyes.

"No……"

Mu Zuihuan glanced at him sideways, adjusted his posture, passed his hand around his arm, and took a spoonful of clear porridge from a small bowl.

Carefully blow the porridge to cool, and bring it to Shen Ye's lips: "You have injuries on your body, and you need to avoid a lot of food, so I can only wrong you to drink the porridge. When you are well, I will take you to eat big fish and meat."

A trace of complexity flashed across Shen Ye's eyes, and he ate the porridge with a spoon.

He had never seen such joy.

We have met every day since childhood and grew up together.

Huanhuan has always been delicate and weak, and was pampered and loved since she was a child.

Although she didn't call her servants like the young lady, but she was also pampered and grew up, and she never did anything to serve others.

He remembered that when he was young, Huanhuan held up the freshly cooked chicken drumsticks in front of him and stuffed them directly into his mouth, regardless of whether they were hot or not.

How could you be like now, blowing the porridge carefully to make it just warm?
"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about the time I spent with you when I was a child."

Mu Zuihuan paused: "What you should be thinking about is the Mu Zuihuan now, not the Mu Zuihuan you knew before."

Shen Ye raised his head, and met Shang Mu Zuihuan's lowered eyes: "Is it because I am Shen Ye that you treat me like this, or because of your previous life?"

"Isn't it all you?"

"Aren't you also you when you were young?"

How can it be the same!
Mu Zuihuan looked away, blowing the porridge in the spoon to his mouth.

Seeing that he ate it obediently, he said: "You are different from the previous life. What I like is indeed you in the previous life, but I treat you like this now because it is you."

Shen Ye didn't dare to ask Mu Zuihuan if he liked him now.

He knew a little bit about Mu Zuihuan now, and it was easy to tell whether what she said was true or false.

If she didn't bluntly say that she likes herself, then she didn't.

He doesn't like the answer, so, he doesn't ask.

Since Huanhuan can take this next step for him, he can take one step closer.

They are still young now, he is not in a hurry.

One is serious about feeding, the other is serious about eating, and soon the bottom is reached.

"anything else?"

Shen Ye shook his head: "I'm already full."

Mu Zuihuan lightly tossed the bowl, and with a click, the bowl landed firmly on the small table not far away.

"Let's take a break then."

Shen Ye looked at Mu Zuihuan, his lips moved, he hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

"Huanhuan, can you call Wang An in, the boy who stayed behind?"

Mu Zuihuan glanced at him, suddenly: "But you want to go to the toilet?"

Shen Ye's face flushed red.

He turned his head away, not daring to look at Mu Zuihuan.

Mu Zuihuan twitched his lips, pleased by Shen Ye's expression.

The voice slowed down unconsciously: "Don't feel embarrassed, we are all ordinary people, and no one can avoid eating and drinking."

Shen Ye's face was as red as blood: "Huanhuan, please stop talking, save me some face."

Mu Zuihuan shrugged, put Shen Ye down, turned around and went out the door.

After Wang An entered, Mu Zuihuan did not go far, but stood outside the door.

The sound of footsteps was heard, and Mu Zuihuan looked back and saw Wang An with an embarrassed look on his face: "Girl, the master asked me to see if the girl can go far..."

What do you mean?
Are you afraid that she will peek or eavesdrop?

Does she have such a bad taste?

Master Wu curled his lips: "You are a person who climbed the roof to watch other people take a bath, no wonder he is on guard."

Ok.

He has a criminal record and is not worthy of trust.

Mu Zui Huanfei climbed onto the roof, making a sound thoughtfully, making sure that while he could not hear the sound, he could also see the door at a glance.

Wang An kept watching Mu Zuihuan, and was shocked by the fact that Mu Zuihuan had martial arts, but he couldn't stop his joy.

He originally thought, with the appearance of the young master and the young lady, without the great backing of the national teacher, no matter how much money he has, he can beat the honorable children who can be met everywhere in the capital?

Since he was a child, he has wandered around the lower nine streams of the capital, and he knows best about the filth buried under the bustling capital.

There are many villains, and there are also many well-dressed animals.

Not to mention anything else, when the young master was still a disciple of the national teacher, there were not a few people who looked at the young master with hidden eyes.

Now that the young master has no backing, at that time, with the young master's current appearance, won't he be allowed to be rounded and flattened?

He looked at it, and the shepherd girl's martial arts seemed to be not bad. If something happens at that time, she can't be provoked, so she must be able to avoid it!
(End of this chapter)