He curled up his fingers nervously, and opened his lips without saying a word.

"You have concealed your condition before. As a doctor, my wife, if she misdiagnosed her life, who will bear the responsibility?"

Song Jiuyuan's voice seemed to contain ice slag, and he also told the truth, "After all, some small things may affect my wife's judgment, so he prescribes the wrong prescription."

After he finished speaking, he gave Jiang Wan an expression, "How is I doing?"

Jiang Wan was a little funny, but she tried her best to show her face without showing anything.

Kong Wu was shocked, and suddenly started crying with a bitter face.

"Wow..., I didn't mean it, but there was no money in the temple. If I were to treat my illness.

Then everyone will drink the northwest wind, wuwuwu..."

He cried very sadly, but the reason he said made everyone present unable to help but move.

Mingde even patted his empty little head, "Silly child, the abbot's master is still here."

He gently wiped Kongwu's tears, then looked at Jiang Wan and said:

"I'll ask the female donor to prescribe a prescription. I'll go to the city to get medicine tomorrow."

"OK."

Jiang Wan was not vague and slowly pulled out the silver needle, then she took the prescription for writing ink prepared by Yayoi.

After writing, he handed it over to Mingde and said openly: "Today I just put aside his pain, you have to feed him medicine tomorrow.

You will be cured by taking ten doses in a row. Remember to eat it after a meal.”

She thought about it, afraid that this large group of men would not be careful, so she wrote carefully the precautions on the prescription, so she handed it to Mingde.

This gentle appearance made Song Jiuyuan fascinated.

A kind woman like Wanwan is really rare in the world.

"I remember."

The host Mingde took the prescription and took a look, then pulled his lips awkwardly and said:

"The clinic fee is calculated in the room fee."

He was a little embarrassed. If it weren't for their stay, he could not even afford these medical expenses, so no wonder Huo Wu was so tolerant.

"good."

Jiang Wan looked at the dilapidated temple wing room and realized that they really had no money, so she naturally would not force it.

Yayoi looked at Jiang Wan with admiration on his face, "Female donor, the little monk will send you back to his room."

"No need, we remember the way we came, you can rest early."

Jiang Wan glanced at the head of the little radish in the room with a little meaningful look and lifted her foot out of the wing room.

When I turned my head, I saw the windows in the next wing room open, and another group of small radish heads emerged.

It’s just that the room just now was full of boys, and the room seemed to be full of girls.

It was probably because he met Jiang Wan and the others' eyes. The people in the wing quickly retracted their heads and the windows were quickly closed.

Jiang Wan muttered curiously, "Isn't this a temple? Why are there still women?"

"Maybe I've stayed in the same place as us."

Song Jiuyuan replied casually, but Qiu Niang couldn't help but say:

"I think the reason why that kid dares not say it is because he is afraid of wasting money.

The host seems to be very important to pay attention to money, and they will ask for room rates as soon as we come."

Generally, temples charge at most some incense money, and this temple is really strange.

Hearing this, Jiang Wan glanced at Qiu Niang and said lightly: "Qiu Niang, don't say these words later.

At first glance, Abbot Mingde was a kind-hearted person. He didn't give me some money just now, so he was probably really struggling."

“Those kids are really wearing rags.”

Song Jiuyuan nodded in agreement, especially the room he distributed to him seemed to have a wind leak.

"But those children don't look like little monks."

Qiu Niang didn't know much, but she was a little confused. This was also something that Jiang Wan was puzzled.

But this is someone else's territory, and she hit Qiu Niang, "Qiu Niang, let's not ask about things that shouldn't be inquired about.

We won’t get into trouble, we will stay for one night and leave.”

“Yes, Master.”

Qiu Niang nodded obediently, but although she had many questions in her heart, she didn't ask too much.

Song Jiuyuan had just plucked up the courage to talk to Jiang Wan about his thoughts. After being interrupted by Yayoi, he didn't know how to speak at this moment.

He had a very difficult journey along the way, and he organized many words in his mind. He clenched his fists and was about to speak.

"It's time to go back to your room to rest. I'm a little sleepy."

Jiang Wan yawned and raised her foot into her room, completely noticing Song Jiuyuan's abnormality.

Song Jiuyuan:...

He patted his head in annoyance. Thinking of Jiang Wan being so tired, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he had no choice but to go back to the room.

Jiang Wan went back to her room and fell asleep, and she was about to part. Qi Chuan was about to talk to Jiang Wan, but she didn't have a chance.

That night, Jiang Wan didn't even have space in. When she got up early, Qi Chu was still sleeping.

Thinking that she had just recovered from her serious illness and was about to separate from them, Jiang Wan did not wake her up, but washed herself and went out.

Song Jiuyuan and others were at the door, "There is a vegetarian hall in front of you, let's go and eat together."

"OK."

Jiang Wan nodded. She was indeed a little hungry, but why was Song Jiuyuan alone?

She asked when she thought of it, and Song Jiuyuan smiled and said, "Jiuli was a little hungry, so I let them go first."

He just wanted more opportunities to get along with her alone, and the others could see it clearly and naturally enjoy it.

Jiang Wan had no idea at all. When they arrived at the dining hall, they saw Song Jiuli and others sitting there not far away frowning. Everyone looked at each other at the food on the table.

Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan walked over and were also a little silent when they saw the clear soup on the table.

The vegetarian rice in the temple is lighter, but this is no longer simple and lighter, with a few black buns.

In addition, the wild vegetable soup that can’t be seen at all, and a few invisible leaves floated out of it.

Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan:...

"Sister-in-law, look over there."

Song Jiuli whispered slightly toward not far away. Jiang Wan turned her head and saw a few pairs of big eyes staring at the breakfast on their table not far away.

This scene was seen by Yayoi who had just arrived. He walked to the heads of a few little radish and scolded:

"Have you done morning class? You have disturbed the pilgrims, why don't you go to the master to receive the punishment!"

"Senior Brother Yayoi, let's leave now!"

The little radish heads reluctantly glanced at the food on Jiang Wan’s table, and ran quickly with oil on the soles of their feet.

Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan looked at each other, their hearts a little awkward, and she waved to Yayoi.

"Yaeyo."

"Amitabha, what are the female donor's instructions?"

Perhaps because Jiang Wan saved Kong Wu, Yayoi was surprisingly friendly to her.

Jiang Wan simply didn't hide it and asked directly: "Why are we the only ones who have vegetarian food? What about the others?"

The dining hall was empty, only a few of them. Jiang Wan knew that the exile team usually prepared food by themselves.

And maybe because she saved Kongwu, they could get some food when they came to the dining hall, but what about the other monks in the temple and the radish leaders?

It was actually a person who had never seen it, not even the abbot.

Yayoi looked embarrassed and didn't speak. Monks didn't lie, but...

This is really hard to say.

"I see that many children in your temple have not shaved their hair. Could it be that you are a group of fake monks?"

Song Jiuyuan spoke harshly and deliberately cold-faced, which scared Yayoi's body trembled.
Chapter completed!