"Aunt Liu, did you hear anything?"

Zhou Jianniang was drinking bird's nest porridge, but her ears moved, and she heard something in a trance.

"Huh?" The middle-aged servant woman, who was called Aunt Liu by Zhou Jianniang, hurriedly held her breath, listened carefully, and then said, "Lady, okay, it seems that someone is calling for help?"

Zhou Jianniang put down the white porcelain bowl, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and then slowly stood up, "Let's go, go over and have a look!"

She is here in the medical center, but everyone around her knows the rules of the medical center, that is, it is not open in the afternoon.

But there are also some people who are seriously ill or in an emergency, and they are anxious to come to her for help, so they don't care about any rules.

There are not many such emergencies, and they only happen once every three to five days.

After all, although Zhou Jianniang's medical skills are superb, she is not the only famous doctor in Qizhou. Among the doctors in Qizhou, there are several ancestral crafts, which have been operating in Qizhou for dozens or hundreds of years, and have a good reputation.

In addition, because of gender, the people of Daliang are open, but not everyone can accept letting a woman treat themselves.

Some stubborn sour and rotten literati or straight men of steel are very repulsive to Zhou Jianniang, the so-called miracle doctor.

Many people, once in a while, have a minor illness or disaster, and go directly to a familiar hospital.

Unless it is the kind of doctor who is helpless, holding the idea of "a dead horse as a live horse doctor", he came to Zhou Jianniang at the last moment to try his luck.

So, don't look at Zhou Jianniang's reputation, but her medical hall really hasn't reached the point where everyone is surrounded.

Although it is not as big as a crowd, the number of patients with ten people a day is basically a reasonable number.

Of course, there are also unexpected situations.

For example, at this moment-

Aunt Liu helped Zhou Jianniang, and the master and servant cautiously came to the back door and listened outside the door.

"Help, help!"

"Come on, come and save me!"

Zhou Jianniang and Aunt Liu glanced at each other, and someone really called for help.

In broad daylight, the security in Qizhou is good, but I don't worry that there will be bad people.

Zhou Jianniang glanced at Aunt Liu, and Aunt Liu understood, hurriedly pulled out the latch, and gently opened the door.

On the steps outside the back door, there was a man in a blue robe, who looked quite young, but at the moment he was covered with dust and blood.

Looking at the trail behind him, it is not difficult to see that he should have crawled all the way.

Zhou Jianniang slowly walked in front of the man, her belly was seven or eight months old, and it was difficult to squat.

She bent over with some difficulty, and took a closer look at the man's injuries.

Well, his face was bruised, his nose and mouth were bloodied, and he should have just been beaten violently.

However, as a professional, Zhou Jianniang can see clearly, the injury on his face looks serious, but it is not fatal.

What really matters is his right arm and arm.

The man also kept holding his right hand with his left hand, and it was obvious that his right hand was seriously injured.

Zhou Jianniang bent down as much as she could, focusing on his right hand.

I saw that the man's right hand was twisted in a strange posture, and even a piece of white bone was exposed at the joint.

"Oh, my mother, he, his arm-"

Aunt Liu helped Zhou Jianniang, and also took the opportunity to look at the man, her eyes fell on his arm, and she was suddenly startled.

"Please, please, help me!"

The man was unconscious from his injuries, and in a dazed state, he instinctively crawled to the back door of a house.

Calling for help or something is also subconscious, but there is not much luck in my heart.

However, hearing someone open the door and someone talking, the man struggled out of despair again, he raised his head with difficulty, tried to open his eyes, and hoarsely throated, "Help me, I'm not a bad person, I, I'm the third young master of the Liu family." ”

The third young master of the Liu family?

Not to mention, Aunt Liu, who often goes out to buy, has really heard of this person.

She glanced at Zhou Jianniang: Lady, I've heard of it, it shouldn't be a bad person!

Zhou Jianniang nodded, "Aunt Liu, you go in and call the little dog, and you and him carry this Liu Sangongzi in!"

"Hey!" Aunt Liu agreed, then quickly ran back to the yard and shouted one after another: "Dog, little dog, come out quickly!"

Not long after, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old black thin boy ran from the front yard, "Here we are!"

The young man named Gouzi, who looked thin but had a lot of strength, carried the injured Liu Sangongzi up with Aunt Liu, and then sent him all the way to the hospital in the front yard.

Liu Sangongzi was carefully placed on the consultation bed, he probably realized that he was saved, and the strength that had been holding on to it was gone.

Before falling into a coma completely, Liu Sangongzi's blurred vision flashed a white, delicate and kind face.

Is this Guanyin Bodhisattva?

I—I'm going to die?

Messy thoughts flickered in his chaotic mind, and soon, he was completely plunged into darkness.

However, that beautiful and unattainable face was deeply engraved in his heart.

Even after many years, Liu Sangongzi, who has already been a supreme minister, closes his eyes again, and he can clearly remember that face.

Of course, that's all for later.

At this moment, Liu Sangongzi is facing the result that his right hand may be disabled.

He was a man from a privileged family, favored by his father and grandmother, and was originally scheduled to enter Beijing next month to prepare for the next year's Spring Festival.

According to his achievements, the gentlemen of the academy are very optimistic about him, and bluntly said: As long as he plays steadily, he will definitely be able to win the Toad Palace and become a high school jinshi.

If you play extraordinarily, you may be able to win the top list, even if you can't win the champion, you can work hard to explore the flowers or something.

However, all the good things were shattered by an "accident".

His right hand was broken alive, and even if he had a bone, he would probably have been crippled.

Even if you look good on the outside and can write, it is estimated that it will be difficult to return to the level of the past.

Calligraphy is especially important for a scholar who participates in the imperial examination.

The current emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty is particularly fond of calligraphy, not only studying various fonts himself, but also favoring people who are good at calligraphy.

For example, the former champion, the strategy or something is not very outstanding, and he is almost on the list with a parking space in the spring.

But during the palace examination, because he wrote an excellent pavilion style, he was directly appointed by the emperor as the champion.

Therefore, in the Great Liang Dynasty, calligraphy was not just a plus, but a decisive factor in the success or failure of the imperial examination and the success of officialdom.

No matter how good your knowledge and ability are, if you write badly, it will be difficult to get ahead.

finally sobered up, looking at his arm that was wrapped into a zongzi, Liu Sangongzi's heart fell directly to the bottom: "It's over, my spring season, my career, and my splendid future are all over." ”

"Who said you're finished? I've already picked up your arm......