Day after day, about a week passed, the old man's body did not improve, but became more and more serious, and now the old man has become very thin and weak, even talking is far-fetched, and he can't take care of himself.

And Xiao Mu also became unthinking, had no intention of studying, and only wanted the old man to recover as soon as possible, and was even reprimanded by the teacher.

Zhang Laohan and Wan Rong are also like this, they have lost a lot of weight, and they have all become panda eyes.

On Friday afternoon, Xiao Mu felt very tired, and the tired body of the slippers returned home.

Listless, he put the book in the room, a familiar scene, but he couldn't see through the expression on his face.

Standing outside the door of the old man's room, he didn't go in again but stared at everyone in a daze.

Obviously, there are more people here today, more little grandmothers, and more old people in the village.

The doctor stood beside the old man's bed, his hands trembled a little, and said to Zhang Laohan: "Lao Zhang, I can't do anything, it's been a few days, and it hasn't gotten any better, or even worse, I'm afraid you have to ask another master." ”

Zhang Laohan's eyes were glazed and dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or what to do.

And the old man was lying on the bed with his head sideways, and tears were faintly visible in the corners of his eyes.

"It's impossible, it will be cured, it will be, you wait, I'll call someone, don't go. ”

After speaking, Zhang Laohan hurriedly ran out of the room, and he didn't know where he was going.

But at that time, the medical conditions in Nancheng were really poor, although there were two more doctors, but the medical skills were worse than the other, and they were not even as good as the old Chinese medicine doctors in the village, and the medical equipment was directly negligible, except for the needles, there was really nothing, and even the needles had to be boiled in boiling water and reused.

Therefore, whenever Xiao Mu is sick, he is reluctant to take injections, preferring to eat bitter Chinese herbs.

After about an hour, Zhang Laohan brought back an old man from the village, who was about the same age as Zhang Laohan, very clean, without a beard, and with a slightly large skeleton.

The man was an old Chinese medicine doctor in the village, his medical skills were quite exquisite, his calves were covered with some mud, and his trousers were very high, and he was obviously invited directly by Zhang Laohan from the crops.

Zhang Lao Chinese said incoherently: "Look at the old man, she is dying, if you don't help her see me, I will have nothing......"

The old Chinese medicine doctor took his pipe in his mouth, spat out and said, "What's the situation?"

Obviously, the old man was speechless, and the doctor was also hesitant and couldn't say why, so the old Chinese medicine doctor asked Zhang Laohan again: "Lao Zhang, don't worry, you tell me what the situation." ”

Zhang Laohan wiped his sweat, "I'll go out and wash my face first, I'm afraid I won't be able to say it clearly." "I rushed to the side of the drain and washed my face with cold water.

He returned to the old Chinese medicine doctor and said, "Here's the thing......"

Zhang Laohan told the old Chinese medicine doctor what happened, and also told him about the old man's condition.

Then he asked the doctor, "What kind of potions did you take?"

The doctor opened the medical insurance with a trembling voice, took out a notebook and a medicine box, and pointed them out to the old Chinese medicine doctor one by one.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stepped forward to check the old man's pulse, and then borrowed an earpiece from the doctor to listen to the old man's heartbeat.

After looking up and thinking for a long time, he rummaged through the potion in the doctor's medical kit.

Take out a bottle of yellow potion, point it and say, "Add this bottle of potion to the potion you fought before, and the amount of medicine will be doubled." ”

The doctor trembled when he heard this, "No, no, no, I don't dare to fight this, this will kill someone." ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor rebuked loudly: "If you fight, you will die, if you don't fight, you will not be saved, you might as well try it, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

Hearing what the old Chinese medicine doctor said, everyone stood up and gathered around, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

The old Chinese medicine doctor pointed at Wan Rong and said, "Wan Rong, go get some hot water, come and help your mother wash her feet, wash them and give injections." ”

Wan Rong went to the kitchen to pick up some hot water, took a towel and washed the old man's feet, and when Wan Rong came out with the water, tears fell into the basin, and this scene was accidentally seen by Xiao Mu.

It turned out that Wan Vieng, such a big guy, is usually very stubborn, and sometimes he will cry.

The old Chinese medicine doctor said to the doctor again, "Prepare the potion, it's fine." ”

But the doctor still didn't dare to do it after all, and kept saying: "No, no, this will happen, and besides, the old man's body can't bear so much medicine." ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor was angry, and angrily pointed at the doctor and said: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's inability to give injections, or Lao Tzu would have been beaten a long time ago, and every minute and every second is time." ”

The doctor was also angry, and replied: "Fight and fight, you know that if you die, my life will be over, do you think I don't want to fight? I don't dare to fight, do you know?"

Everyone didn't speak, only Zhang Laohan stepped forward to persuade him.

The old Chinese medicine doctor left the room angrily, lit a cigarette gun, and took a few big puffs in a row.

looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor, and also counted on the old Chinese medicine doctor to kill the old man.

After smoking, the old Chinese medicine doctor was obviously much colder, and returned to the room and said to the doctor: "It's okay, you just do what I say, I am responsible for what happens, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

After calming down, the old Chinese medicine doctor is different from before, and he concludes that this needle can definitely cure the old man, so he dares to say so.

The doctor stumbled and said, "Okay, that's what you said, it's up to you, and everyone is watching." ”

Then the old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Zhang Laohan and said, "Lao Zhang, what do you think, to fight or not." ”

Zhang Laohan looked at the old man, and his tears couldn't stop flowing, after all, this person's life is at stake, and he doesn't know whether this needle will go down or the members of the group, which makes him very entangled.

"Let's fight, it's all over the place. ”

After obtaining Zhang Laohan's consent, the doctor trembled and took out the potion, mixed all the potion, and pricked it to the old man, and hesitated after an injection.

"Go on, there's one more stitch, it's okay, I'm responsible for something!"

Another needle was pricked at the old man, and watching the potion injected into the old man's body little by little, everyone present was very worried.

After the injection, the doctor was sweating profusely and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "Hell, I haven't seen such a weird disease in so many years." ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor obviously didn't react much, and seemed calm and calm.

Okay, let's do this first, let's disperse, let the old man rest alone.

Zhang Laohan stepped forward to cover the old man with a quilt, and asked the old man by the way: "How is it, do you feel better?" ”

And the old man still didn't speak, staring at Zhang Laohan with a dull gaze.

"Okay, okay, you can rest well, I won't bother you. ”

After speaking, Zhang Laohan also walked out and wiped the tears on his face.

I wanted to say a few more words to the doctor, and I wanted to thank the doctor, but the doctor had already left, maybe he wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong.

The others also went home, leaving only the old Chinese medicine doctor sitting at the door, looking at the mountains in the distance, not knowing what they were thinking.