In the upper room, Ma Shi and Ai Mingshan sat on the kang, and Ai Tiancheng sat on the stool, his head bowed, as if he was talking to the old couple.

Listening to Ai Qiaoqiao's words, Ma Shi said unhappily, "It's just that I was smashed on my toes, and it's not a serious illness, what kind of doctor did I invite." ”

"If I don't invite a doctor to come, my mother's toes may not be saved." Ai Qiaoqiao said urgently.

"If a toe is missing, it is missing, and it does not delay eating." Ma Shi said in his mouth, and his face couldn't help but show a look of disdain.

Ai Qiaoqiao gritted the root of her teeth, and her eyes were blood-red.

Even if Ma's didn't want to see their mother and daughter before, she didn't have any hatred for Ma's.

At that time, she was more resentful.

Ma's is her grandmother after all, her own grandmother!

She believes that even if Ma's doesn't like her, as long as she doesn't touch Ma's bottom line, the family can still barely get by, and when she earns enough money, she will find an opportunity to take Lan's away.

But now, she really felt Ma's contempt.

In her eyes, the lives of herself and her mother are not even comparable to the pigs they raise at home.

That's right, if she told her that the pig was sick now, Ma would definitely have nothing to say, and would go to someone to see her immediately, but her mother was sick, so what did she say...... Fewer toes don't delay eating.

Ai Qiaoqiao stared at Old Man Ai with blood-red eyes, "Master, is there a doctor in the village?" ”

Seeing that Ai Qiaoqiao ignored her, Ma Shi went directly to ask Ai Mingshan, and was even more dissatisfied, and snorted with his nose, "There is no doctor in the village, only a barefoot immortal." ”

Ai Mingshan looked at Ai Qiaoqiao looking at him with expectant eyes, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, "Tiancheng, you go and invite the great immortals in the village." ”

The old man's eldest son, Ai Tiancheng, stood up honestly and responded.

Ma's nose is not a nose and a face is not a face, pouting and saying: "It's just a little bit of skin, and I have to invite Daxian to come, and then I have to make some ......."

Ai Qiaoqiao pretended not to hear it, and followed his eldest uncle Ai Tiancheng out of the upper room.

The two of them had just gone out on the front foot, and they heard Ma Shi and Ai Mingshan arguing behind them.

Ai Tiancheng glanced at Ai Qiaoqiao.

Ai Qiaoqiao heard the quarrel in the upper room, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Ai Tiancheng said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will be able to invite Daxian in a while, you can go back and take care of your mother first." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao said "um", and added at the end, "Thank you, uncle." ”

Ai Tiancheng seemed to feel embarrassed, and sped up to go out.

Ai Qiaoqiao went back to the ear room to take care of the Lan family.

Lan Shi had been covering her face with a quilt, and no matter how Ai Qiaoqiao asked her about the cause of her foot injury, she never spoke.

Ai Qiaoqiao was afraid that her mother would be stimulated again, so she didn't dare to ask more.

Soon, Ai Tiancheng invited the barefoot immortals in the village.

said that he was a great immortal, but in fact he was just a woman in her forties, with a cloak of hair, straw sandals on her feet, and a straw rope tied around her waist, no matter how she looked at it, she looked like a madman.

"Daxian" entered the house and gave Lan a medical treatment.

Zhong and Qiu both took the time to come over and said that they were visiting the patient, but Ai Qiaoqiao always felt that the expressions on their faces were more like watching "lively".

After a while, she took a bowl of water from the table, stirred it in the water with her fingers, and said, "Okay, let your mother drink this water, and her illness will be cured." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao stared at the bowl of water with beads in her eyes, "Daxian, my mother is injured in her foot, are you sure that the blood can be stopped by drinking it, and the wound can be healed?" ”

Daxian was stunned for a moment, lifted the quilt and looked at Lan's feet.

“…… Why didn't you say it earlier, it hurt your foot......" she muttered.

Ai Qiaoqiao's heart was even more vigilant.

This great immortal, don't be a liar.

As soon as she thought of this, she saw Daxian walk to the door, raise her hand and grab a handful of old floating ash from above the door frame, and turned around and pressed directly on Lan's wound.

"That's it." Daxian said proudly, "For the sake of everyone, everyone is a villager, and I don't want anything, just leave me at home for a meal." ”