Chapter 860: Critically Ill Patients

I saw that her shoulders and hands were all blistered, most of them were broken, and mud and blood were mixed together. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info should have dragged the cart by herself, but she couldn't care about so much, lying on the ground and kowtowing desperately.

Dou Ying's heart was tight, very uncomfortable, it took a day to ride a horse from Yicheng to Longcheng, such a little girl pulled a cart and her brother went to Longcheng, how much perseverance does it take?

She couldn't help but look at the little girl, the little face was gray and abrupt, with mud and blood, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but her sad eyes were tenacious, and she was a very stubborn child in her bones, otherwise, it would never be possible to take her brother to come on foot to seek medical treatment.

As usual, she didn't care about anything else and came to the rescue, but what happened today was too serious, and there might be a killer nearby. The details of the West Hall Master have not yet been figured out, and rash action will affect the people around him.

She endured it, waiting for the perfect time.

The entrance of the Yan Divine Medical Hall was already crowded with people, and there was a lot of noise around them, and people were pure and kind, and everyone was somewhat sympathetic when they saw such a poor girl.

"Anyway, it's good to show it. ”

"Yes, the Yan family is such a big name, if it can't be cured, how can it be called a miracle doctor. ”

"Isn't the Longcheng Yan Clan Medical Center also a family?

"There are divine doctors hanging in the Yicheng Yan's Medical Hall, so naturally there are better ones here. ”

"That's it. But it's important to save people. ”

Dou Ying and Yan Moqing quietly squeezed into the crowd and looked at the people on the car.

It was a young man, with a blue face, a bulging belly and abdomen, like a pregnant woman, his finger joints were white, he looked stiff, his eyes were closed, he seemed to have passed out, and he looked to be breathing very weakly.

It was very hot in July, but he was covered with a tattered quilt, maybe he was afraid of the cold.

There was still a mess of cloth on his arm, as if his arm was injured, and the exposed part of the arm that wrapped the cloth was a little black, and he knew that it had not been dealt with at a glance.

It stands to reason that this appearance really looks like it is hopeless.

The little girl's cry was too poignant, sad and desperate, and grabbing the signboard of Yan's miracle doctor was like grabbing a life-saving straw. She saw that the guards at the door of the Yan Divine Medical Hall were indifferent, and she was so desperate that she didn't know what to do, so she had to kowtow hard.

The sound of the small brain hitting the bluestone slab is painful to hear.

The women couldn't help but wipe away their tears.

The man couldn't bear it anymore, and someone began to dig out the silver, "Come on, how much do you help, a human life, it's good to help a hand, isn't it?"

Someone responded, one copper plate, two copper plates, and one or two small pieces of silver.

Xiao Er, who was guarding the door, looked disdainful, "Are you here to ask for food? No matter which doctor of our Yan family is in the consultation, the consultation fee is one hundred taels per consultation, not counting the medicine." This copper plate is not even worthy of being beaten. ”

"You are hanging a miracle doctor's signboard, are you curing the sick and saving people or asking for money?"

"Nonsense, we are not Bodhisattvas, don't we need silver to cure diseases and save people?" Xiao Er's head was held high.

Everyone was angry, "The Yan family was not like this before! He has an excellent reputation, he even set up a porridge shack a year ago and helped the fleeing people, how can he become so snobbish now?"

"That's it, it's famous, so I look down on our people. ”

Yan Moqing was so angry that he wanted to rush out, but was stopped by Dou Ying, and pouted, "Someone came out." ”

Sure enough, a man squeezed in the crowd, who looked like he was forty years old, wearing a gray robe with a black belt tightly tied around his waist, and a dark gray purse, clean and capable.