The snow fell for a long time, and it took more than a month to stop. The ground was already covered with a thick layer, and children began to laugh and play on the side of the street.

After the Manchurians entered the customs, the folk atmosphere was much more open than that of the Ming Dynasty, but the girls who could play freely on the street were still mostly ordinary people and small families. Under the constraints of various rules and etiquette, most of the weekdays are not out of the door, even if they go out, they are also full of carriages and horses, followed by girls and mothers-in-law, and there is no freedom.

I'm always glad for that. At the moment, Chun'er is missing as a playmate, and he can't play with other people, so after helping his mother with housework, he said hello and went to the street by himself.

The streets of the capital are very spacious on weekdays, except for the vendors on both sides, there are only some carriages and sedan chairs of the rich and wealthy officials and the people in a hurry. After all, it is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, although it is lively, it is not noisy, and it has more solemnity and dignity of the imperial city.

In the capital where the snow has just fallen, when the wind blows, the snow slag is poured into the neck collar coldly, but the hot steamed buns in the steamers of the street vendors and the passing crowd bring a little warmth to the chill.

Because of the continuous snowstorm, a large number of displaced people have poured into the capital, and begging refugees can be seen on the streets from time to time, and there are also old and weak women and children huddled together in the alleys to keep warm.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Even though they have compassion, they can't do anything about it.

Outside a large medical center on the street, a boy in ragged clothes carrying a thin little girl on his back was evicted from the store by the swaggering medical hall guys. The boy really couldn't help it, so he knelt down and cried, "Okay, save my sister, she's dying, please save her." I have the strength to endure hardships, and I can work to return the money for medical treatment. Please......"

No matter how hard he pleaded, the man pushed and shoved him, shouting in-depth invectives in his mouth. There are more and more onlookers, but most of them are pointing spectators.

"This little brother, there are so many medical centers in the capital, why do you have to look for them, you go to other houses to have a look, maybe it will be convenient." Finally, an onlooker on the side who couldn't bear to say it.

"Uncle don't know, I have taken my sister to several hospitals, and those doctors said that my sister's disease can be cured by his family, and if it is delayed any longer, I am afraid it will be ......" The boy choked up.

"Why don't you go out and help ......him," someone in the crowd suggested.

"What's the use of this, even if today's consultation fee is enough, what about the future?"

Everyone was talking, time passed little by little, seeing that the little girl's condition was getting worse and worse, the boy did not plead again, his expression was gloomy, he gritted his teeth and stood up, looked at the plaque of the medical hall angrily, and then left with the little girl on his back in a hobbling manner.

I didn't want to interfere, but because of this look, I had a new plan.

In my previous life, I studied medicine, and I chose Chinese medicine. It's just that after arriving here, due to his age and identity, he didn't show it, but he would go to his father's study to get some medical books to study on weekdays, thinking that he would have to use them in the future to have an excuse.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to "looking, hearing, asking, and cutting", Shi Cai looked at the girl's face from a distance, and felt that this disease was not as incurable as those hospitals said, but I was afraid that I knew that this brother and sister could not afford to pay for the consultation and did not want to be treated, and did not want to bear the bad reputation of seeing death and not saving him, so he fooled the boy to this medical center.

This medical hall is said to have a background in the palace, and the doctor in the medical hall is the apprentice brought out by Kangxi's most trusted imperial doctor.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies. Those infirmaries fooled people here, knowing that the infirmary would definitely blow the boy out, completely destroying his mind. The second is to make the reputation of this medical center worse, so as to show off the kindness of the family, at least others can use a weak heart to excuse when they talk about it.

The doctor is benevolent, this sentence is simply ironic in these medical centers in the capital. Although he didn't want to be nosy, he still couldn't give up, and followed the boy a few steps until he reached a small ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

There were other refugees in the ruined temple, and everyone had a blank and uneasy look at the future written on their faces.

"Let me see her," I walked over to the boy, trying to take a closer look at the little girl.

"Get out of here, I don't need you to pretend to be a good person" The boy stood in front of her like a hen guarding her cubs, having just experienced the most indifferent treatment in his life, and he suppressed angry resentment in his heart, and in his eyes, I saw distrust, maybe he didn't believe that the girl in front of him, who was not as old as him, could help anything.

"I'm not a good person, but I might be able to save her" I looked up at the boy who was much taller than me. I really don't think I'm a good person, and I don't like to meddle in things easily, and I only respect my intentions when I do things, and it's good to have a good conscience, which is the mentality that people of that era in my previous life would have.

"Can you save my sister?" the boy asked.

"Do you have any other way than to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor?" I said.

In the face of the boy's doubts, I didn't want to say more. Saving people is like fighting fire, every minute is related to the safety of this girl's life, I have medical ethics, and I can't tolerate watching the life that could have been saved die in front of my eyes.

I crossed the boy and crouched down to lift the pulse for the little girl. The girl's pulse is very weak, as if she has a deficiency, her body temperature is very high, she seems to be infected with wind and cold, and she has begun to fall into a coma, so she must reduce her fever immediately. But there should be more than that, as I judged the girl's illness and asked the boy what he was eating these days.

When the boy saw that I seemed to be really good at seeing a doctor, he was hopeful and obediently responded.

After going back and forth, I finally knew the crux of the girl's problem. The girl had congenital deficiency, and she had low blood sugar due to not eating for several days, and then she caught a cold, so she fell unconscious, and finally showed signs of dying because she had dragged on for too long.

"Quimpy doctors hurt people, if they had been treated earlier, this girl would not have been delayed like this," I sighed.

People who haven't eaten for a few days can't eat a lot right away, especially greasy things, otherwise they will get liver poisoning. At the moment, you must let the girl reduce fever first, otherwise if she burns like this, even if she does not die, she will burn her lungs or her brain will fall into the root of the disease.

I asked the aunt in the homeless people to help the little girl reduce her fever with cold water, and handed the boy the little copper coin on her body, asking him to write down the prescription for the wind and cold, and then find a way to buy some brown sugar and broken rice.

The boy took the copper coin and thought about the medicines and ingredients I asked him to buy, and his face was a little embarrassed, but he immediately responded, said "wait" and went out.

I know the shame on his face is because he doesn't have a lot of money to buy the things he needs, but that's all I can give. That's all I can do, and the rest is nothing but his ability to do it.

As time passed, I asked the other refugees for a little salt, and slowly fed the girl to drink the salt water, and kept cooling her with snow water, but this could only maintain the girl's weakened physical strength and prevent her body temperature from continuing to rise, but this could only relieve her for a while. The little girl's breath was faint, and she could only pray that the child would hold on to herself until her brother returned with food and medicine.

"Brown sugar and medicinal herbs have been bought" I don't know how long later, there was a sound of carriages outside the house, and after a while, the boy rushed in, raised the things in his hand, and followed him by several well-dressed men.

I didn't ask where these things came from, and I didn't have time to pay attention to who those people were, but I just told the boy to boil the medicine, and then let him soak the brown sugar water in the boiling water that had already been boiled and feed the girl slowly.

The group of people who came in did not disturb her actions, and the man at the head asked his entourage to assist the boy in boiling the medicine, and he walked slowly to my side, and watched me feed the girl little by little the sugar water before asking, "How is she?"

didn't pay attention to him in a hurry, after feeding the last sip of brown sugar water, he wiped the residue on the corner of the girl's mouth with Juan Pa, put down the bowl, and then raised his eyes and glanced at the man, and said lightly: "I don't know, I've tried my best, the rest can only depend on whether she can survive herself, if she can get rid of the fever tonight, she will survive the catastrophe, otherwise ......"

After saying this, I stood up and asked rhetorically, "What did he do that would make you help him?"

The boy must have no money, except for the copper coins I gave, but from what the boy got back, it can be seen that someone must have helped, and it was not surprising that the man in Chinese clothes in front of him helped him.

The man is not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in civilian clothes embroidered with dark red embroidery and dark lines, and the fabric is exquisite, which does not look like the kind that can be bought in the market.

But Geng's father is also the one who leads the palace money, so no matter how clumsy I am, I can see that this dress is unusual.

Qing Dynasty robes had many slits, but not everyone could wear robes with slits, even if there were a few slits open, there were rules. The officials and scholars opened two slits, and the royal clan opened four slits. And ordinary citizens mostly wear "a wrap round" without a slit.

And the seemingly ordinary civilian clothes worn by the man in front of him are just open, and the nobility unconsciously revealed between his eyebrows and eyes, this identity is afraid to be unspeakably expensive.

It's just that when he came in, he kept silent in the face of my unreasonableness, presumably because he didn't want his identity to be too public. Naturally, I'm not stupid enough to break it.

"It's nothing, it's just that he happened to beg for medicine in front of the infirmary, and after someone asked, he gave ten taels of silver for emergency relief. If everything has to be planned, what is the girl's rescue for his brother and sister?"

His words made me pause for a moment. Coming to this era, he is used to seeing the snobbery and indifference of powerful people, although he doesn't think that with this person's status and status, he will help people without any intentions, but he really has no reason to think that this boy can make him have a plan.

"Xiaomin Linghu Shiyi, thank you to this girl and uncle, no matter what the sister is today, the girl and the uncle's life-saving grace, Xiaomin has written it down, and he will be a grass ring in the future, and he will repay him with his life. "While I was talking to the man, the boy had already boiled the medicine, and as he listened to our conversation, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his knees with fists and bowed deeply.

I didn't say anything, after all, there was a very high-status person standing next to me, so naturally I didn't have to steal his limelight.

"Get up, it's nothing, it's rare that you are such a loving person, and I didn't do anything wrong. It's not a good place to recuperate. I've asked someone to arrange a house for you, and the doctor has already arranged for it, so you and your sister will move in first. When the man saw that I didn't answer, he smiled knowingly, excused the boy, and said.

"Although Xiaomin is humble, he also knows that he has no merit, and now he has received the favor of his uncle, and he does not dare to ask for more, he just hopes that his sister can be safe and sound. The boy was a little backbone, and hurriedly excused himself.

"Okay, you listen to this master's arrangement, your sister's current situation is really not suitable to live here, if you really don't want to be favored in vain, it's a big deal to wait for your sister to get better, and then try to repay it." "The broken temple is ventilated everywhere, the little girl is weak, even if there is a medicine stone to save her, if she is infected with other diseases, I am afraid that Hua Tuo will have no choice when she is alive. I didn't think that this was the time to talk about face and false courtesy, so I spoke out to persuade Ling Hu Shiyi's resignation.

"What the girl said is that this matter is settled, and that I will have you sent you over in a moment, and as for the retribution, you are at your will, I don't care much about it. The man nodded in agreement, and the matter was settled.

Seeing that the brother and sister had settled, I also felt that I could retire successfully, so I asked the boy a few precautions, and then bowed to the man and said goodbye.

"What's your name?"

I paused for a moment, thought for a moment, looked back and smiled, blurted out, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, don't ask", and left without looking back.

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