Chapter 541 Self-cultivation
Everyone in the house looked at each other, what's the point of living like this?
Murongliang clenched his fists and said sternly: "Doctor, we can't take care of the future, please treat him first."
Doctor Zheng nodded, motioning for the women to go out, and the man to stay to help, and then began to join the bones.
It's just that the bone setting is something that ordinary people can endure. After a while, Murong Qi who was in a coma was woken up by the pain several times, and he was fainted by the pain several times.
When the doctor finished the bone graft, his throat was broken, and he had not eaten for a day and a night, so he no longer had the slightest strength, and finally passed out.
Murong Qi's screams were not small, and when he was carried back just now, he attracted the attention of many people, most of whom wanted to see his jokes, so at this time, a lot of people gathered at the gate of his house.
There were also many people who carried him down, and they all worked in Murong Lingran's house. Although they helped Zhuang Qinghe, it didn't mean they sympathized with him.
So as long as someone asks, they will tell what happened to Murong Qi.
It didn't take long for Murong Qi to roll down the cliff and stay for a day and a night, and the news of his injury spread throughout the village, but very few sympathized with him.
Of course, in the evening, the story of Murong Qi also spread to the dinner table of Murong Lingran's house.
Murong Zhe suddenly said when everyone was seventy percent full, "Your uncle's legs are broken, do you know?"
Murong Lingran took a sip of the hot soup and said calmly, "Really? How did it break?"
She didn't ask knowingly, but she really didn't know.
"I heard that he rolled off a small cliff when he was going up the mountain yesterday. It was discovered by Qinghe early this morning and he was brought back by someone."
Murong Zong said indifferently: "It seems that God really has long eyes. This is the retribution for him who calculated us yesterday."
Murong Zhe glanced meaningfully at the eldest son, and then at the eldest daughter, "Indeed, his leg was broken, and it took a day and a night to restore his leg, but his restless temperament, It may be better not to be able to walk than to be able to walk, I just hope he can cultivate himself in the future and stop making trouble."
Murong was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Dad, do you really think so?"
She thought that Dad would feel sorry for Uncle, but she didn't expect him to say that.
Murong Zhe nodded: "Of course, Dad wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time, but he was helpless. God helped Dad to teach him a lesson. Dad couldn't ask for it, and was very happy."
After speaking, his voice changed, "Okay, don't talk about this, Aran, in a few days, wait for your busy work in the field to finish, and go to the city with your father, Wumingshan may indeed have no Mingyu grass, but Many of the doctors in the capital are well-informed, so we can ask them. Also, it’s been a while since your grandfather Tong left. Although you gave them a solution, I still miss them a little bit. Look at them."
Murong Lingran nodded in agreement.
For the next few days, the first thing Murong Lingran did every morning when she woke up was to go to the small barren mountain to take out the fruit trees in the space and put them away, and then let Heimao guard her, and let him wait for the workers to come to find her.
She marked every fruit tree, just like the drawing, with the supervision of the third brother, and she was not afraid of them getting confused.
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