The old monk wanted to sit up, but there was no way.

Jiang Xiao quickly said, "Master, just lie down, I'll take your pulse."

When he was empty, he brought a chair for her. Jiang Xiao felt a little sad when he saw that one of the legs of the chair had been broken and nailed it back on the wooden board.

After sitting down, she took the old monk's pulse.

Two orders were released in the space.

One is to cure his sense of importance, and the other is to nourish his body.

The old monk has always felt bad because he was in poor health and had long-term malnutrition, and had various types of low blood pressure and weak heart problems.

This requires good care.

If it can cure, have medicine and improve life, it is not a serious illness, but if they are subject to such conditions, they will die.

Jiang Xiao withdrew his hand and smiled at the old monk, "Master has a serious cold, but I can cure it, don't worry, I brought some spare medicines when I went out this time, and there are several types that Master can use."

The old monk's turbid eyes were a little brighter.

He thought he was going to wait and see the Buddha.

It's also a great joy if you're empty.

Jiang Xiao took off the backpack and flipped it around it. In fact, he took out a few blue lids from the space. He only caught a severe cold. The blue lid was enough, but one bottle was not enough, so he even drank three bottles.

It is even more difficult for him to maintain his body.

She took out the blue lids and said to the sky: "Please, Master, this is the potion. Just drink a small piece a day. Now feed the master one first, and he will feel that it is not that cold right away."

When she took her pulse just now, she found that the old monk's hand looked like ice cubes.

If you can't get warm, how can you get a cold?

When I was empty, I quickly came over and helped the abbot up and fed him a bottle of blue lid.

After drinking it, the abbot felt that there was no medicine, but before he could find it strange, the mouth that had been astringent and bitter was already a little sweet, and the throat felt much more comfortable.

He was immediately surprised, "Donor Jiang's potion is really effective."

Xiao asked, "What do you think of senior brother?"

“It works miraculously.”

After hearing this, I felt relieved.

"Master Abbot will get better, let's sleep for a while."

Kong Le and the abbot thanked her again and again. The abbot lay down and found that he was not trembling. He had been so cold that his whole body was as cold as ice, and he was trembling in the quilt. Now he could stretch his body with a breath of relief.

Jiang Xiao stood up and swept towards the painting pretending to be careless, "Hey, the abbot also has landscape paintings here, which look very artistic."

Kong Le said, "This painting was already hung here before we entered the temple. It was the painting of the former abbot. It was not the beautiful scenery of somewhere, it was just the scenery behind our temple."

Jiang Xiao's heart moved, "Is this the scenery behind the temple? It's exactly the same? Are there this stream and this tree behind the temple?"

"Yes. We usually pick it up in the stream to get water. It is an olive tree and it also has fruits every year. It tastes great. We will pick it ourselves and ask someone to take it to the foot of the mountain to sell it for some money."

That's great. This time I really don't need to look for it. I found a second clue at once.

It seems that kindness will be rewarded?

If she hadn't come to see the abbot's doctor, she wouldn't have seen this painting, so she would probably have to search for it.
Chapter completed!