Chapter 690

No one knows when luojiuchen will come back.

The days passed day by day. In the waiting days, she only practiced medicine. Strangely, in the same small county, she never met anyone in jinbusan again. Moreover, the people of wind blade alliance who once put down cruel words did not come to her.

I don't know whether it has become a habit or what. Every night, she goes to the entrance of West Street, but every night, the entrance never appears again.

And she never felt anyone looking at her again.

That morning, she went downstairs to eat after practicing for an hour or two in the morning. Before she came down the stairs, she saw shopkeeper Ye looking anxious and hurried out of the door.

It was too late for Duanmu yawang to call him. Instead, ye Qingzi, who was greeting the guests, saw her and hurriedly said, "why is Gongyu so late today? You can almost have lunch."

"I just came down for lunch."

When we went out to West Street last night, we bought too many snacks, and the little white deer couldn't finish it. She and the little white deer ate snacks to fill their stomachs that morning and didn't go downstairs.

"There is a special old fire soup porridge in the morning. However, due to the complexity of the work, our inn has few staff and doesn't often make it. It's made in European style every half a month. Regular guests will remember this day and they must order it when they enter the store. When they do it in the morning, the shopkeeper thinks you haven't eaten it yet. Today, he specially asked me to save a bowl for you to taste. As a result, you haven't come downstairs, and I'm not good either To disturb your rest. "

Duanmu yawang ate and drank a lot these days. He smiled and narrowed his eyes. "It's not noon yet. After dinner, I'll take it upstairs for dinner."

"Thank you, master! Master, you are the best!"

The little white deer was so excited that he almost jumped up from the bed.

The little white deer has eaten a lot of things. The food in Changfeng Pavilion is very delicious. However, since he drank the soup here the first night, he has a special liking for the soup of this family.

Duanmu yawang therefore brought a bowl upstairs to him every day.

This time, instead of eating soup and porridge here, she wanted to go upstairs to eat it. It is estimated that she also wanted to serve it to him.

"I'm the best?"

Duanmu yawang sneered twice and began to turn over the old account: "who told me yesterday that I was bullying children. I didn't care about your feelings. I made you grow up?"

Hearing this, the little white deer felt guilty and said cautiously to his fingers, "master, I was too scared last night!"

Please, he saw the corpses piled up in the West Street with his own eyes. The owner herself thought someone was watching him. He always thought it was very strange.

But Duanmu yawang will go every night!

He gets goose bumps every night before going to bed. He resists and complains. Is it wrong?

Duanmu yawang reached in and pulled his face: "Oh, uncle white deer, you finally admit that you are actually afraid?"

The little white deer flattened his mouth and dared to be angry.

"Gongyu, I have a free table. I'll clean it up and you can sit down." ye Qingzi sent off a table of guests and came over to Duanmu Ya and looked at him.

Duanmuya saw another guest come to the door and said, "I'm not in a hurry. Let others sit first." after that, she thought of something and twisted her eyebrows and asked ye Qingzi, "by the way, what did shopkeeper ye do in such a hurry just now?"

Ye Qingzi was also impolite. He invited the guest to the table and sat down. While giving the guest the dishes, he replied Duanmu yawang: "it's not a leaf yet. Somehow, he suddenly had a fever. The shopkeeper was worried, so he went to Luochen square to find someone to see it."

"Fever? Is it serious?"

"Heavy! How can it not be heavy? You don't know. His illness came in a hurry. He just greeted the guests. Somehow, his body softened, fell off the guest's food and fainted."

"We carried him into the room, but then we found that his whole body was very hot. Almost no one had ever seen such a fever. The shopkeeper was so scared that he almost lost his soul."

Ye Qingzi sighed as he said, "actually, I think there is something wrong with the leaves these days. For a while, they are energetic and look depressed. It's strange."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened. I didn't know what he thought. His eyes turned: "is he in the room?"

When a guest called, ye Qingzi hurried to greet the guests. Duanmu yawang had to follow. Ye Qingzi felt a sweat with the white towel on his shoulder and remembered to answer Duanmu yawang's words: "Gongyu childe, the leaf is in the room."

"OK, I'll see him."

Duanmuya looked at him and didn't bother him.

"Ah, how do you feel more and more hot!"

Duanmu yawang just opened the door curtain. Before he went in, he saw Mo Zi holding an almost smoking towel from the leaf's head, pinch another wet towel in the basin and apply it on the leaf's forehead again.

It is estimated that he heard the footsteps. Distracted, he turned his head and looked at Duanmu yawang. He hurriedly called out, "Gongyu childe."

These days, Duanmu yawang has dealt with several waiter in the Inn and the chef in the kitchen. They are familiar with each other. She came over and asked, "how's the leaf?"

"Gongyu, I don't know what's wrong with the leaves. No matter how I apply towels to him, the temperature on his head not only drops, but is getting hotter and hotter. Moreover, ah, each towel is only put on in the blink of an eye, it's as hot as cooking."

When he said that, he took down the towel just put on Ye Zi's head, reached out and put another towel in the basin, but his eyes turned red as soon as his hand explored the water basin: "how long has it been? The water in the basin is hot!"

Then he looked back anxiously: "when will the shopkeeper come back? If it goes on like this, this basin of water is expected to become boiling water!"

Duanmuya looked at the leaves and found that his face, neck and arms, as long as the exposed skin, were crimson, and bean sized beads of sweat kept coming out of the skin, making his coarse cloth clothes no longer wet.

The little white deer remembered the bowl of soup porridge, wrinkled his face and rubbed his belly, and said patiently, "master, he looks like a cooked shrimp now. It's impossible for him to have a general fever. I think it's a little unusual."

Duanmu yawang, of course, knew that ye was unusual. She patted Mo Zi on the shoulder and said, "go out first. Now Qingzi is the only one in the store greeting guests. It's estimated that she can't be busy. I'll take care of it here."

"Well, how does that mean?"