In the west and east of the city, I don't know whether the ruler intentionally or unintentionally, there is a wall between them.

This wall, spanning the entire capital, separates poverty and wealth, joy and sorrow.

Driving to the edge of Xicheng, Ye Qinzhu got out of the car, led by Yang Qingjue into a path, and turned into the depths of the city.

Before coming, Yang Qingjue had already asked Ye Qinzhu about the location of the courtyard, and there were few courtyards in the west of the city, so it didn't take much effort to find there.

As soon as he got closer, Ye Qinzhu caught a glimpse of a little boy squatting at the gate of the courtyard, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other hand desperately wiping away tears.

"Sparrows?"

Ye Qinzhu remembered that before she left, the boy obviously went to the doctor.

When the finch heard the voice, she held back her tears into her stomach, rubbed the tip of her frozen red nose, and looked up.

A man and a woman are standing in the sunshine.

The woman is petite, only below the shoulders of another person.

She has a soft face and a simple bun, which is still the same refreshing outfit she once had.

The man was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a face like a crown of jade, and a black cloak.

Just looking at him, the finch felt warm in the cold winter wax moon.

These two men are in stark contrast to the ragged homeless people in the west of the city.

"What's wrong?" asked the good-looking girl, frowning.

The finch was still stubborn, but when she was asked like this, her eyes turned red very uncompetitively.

"The doctor is not coming. He said sullenly.

Expected situation.

After all, not many doctors would enter this deadly crowd for ten taels of silver.

"Don't cry, don't cry, men don't flick when they have tears, you're still a boy, how can you look like a girl's family." Ye Qinzhu stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of the finch's nose, smiling and soothing.

"Miss, if the doctor doesn't come, what should Ying'er do. Que'er was really anxious, no matter if her hands were still dirty, she reached out and grabbed Ye Qinzhu's sleeve.

"My sister brought the doctor. Ye Qinzhu didn't feel dirty, reached out and patted his head, and winked at Yang Qingjue, "That son's surname is Wang, and he is my sister's friend." ”

Hearing the word doctor, the finch's eyes suddenly lit up.

In his heart, there is no disease that cannot be cured by a doctor, as long as the doctor comes, Ying'er's illness will be cured.

The boy wanted to cry without tears one second, and the next second he grinned and squeezed out a blunt smile.

As soon as he was about to speak, another girl in a blue ragged jacket rushed out, and when she saw that the finch had returned, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Where's the doctor?" the girl was no more than ten years old, and her tone of voice was like that of a little adult, "Ying'er vomited, where is the doctor?"

"I'm a doctor. The man standing by spoke.

The girl was so anxious before that she ignored the glamorous two, and when she heard Yang Qingjue speak, she found that the fairy sister who had invited them to drink porridge was standing at the door, and there was a man who was good to see with her.

No, it's better to look at the fairy sister.

"Is it the doctor?" quickly dispelled her untimely thoughts, and the girl turned around and walked briskly into the house, "Come with me." ”

Yang Qingjue's expression was calm, and the cross-border threshold followed.

His stride was small, and every time he happened to be able to step on the ground where the little girl passed.

Ye Qinzhu teased Que Er a few more words outside, assuring him that the son was a miracle doctor, so he coaxed the eldest child into the courtyard.

"Where's Mr. Xiao?" she asked.

"The gentleman was out during the day and didn't come back until late. "The finch is used to this kind of life, and the words spoken are fluttering.

Ye Qinzhu nodded, and between the conversations, Yang Qingjue had already followed the blue-jacketed girl into the house.

"Miss, the house stinks, why don't you go in?" Finch suggested with some concern.

Ye Qinzhu shook his head and followed Yang Qingjue's footsteps into the courtyard.

"Open all the windows. As soon as he entered the house, the pungent smell and Yang Qingjue's voice rushed to Ye Qinzhu.

"Can't be opened. A five-year-old girl squatting on the ground said timidly, "Mr. said that the house must be warm, otherwise Sister Ying'er's illness will worsen." ”

"Patients don't just need temperature, they need a clean environment. If the air is not circulated, the warbler girl will not be able to breathe fresh air, and something will happen. Yang Qingjue bent down slightly and explained to the little girl.

A few dolls around thought about it and felt justified, so they rushed to the window.

As a result, the window was already opened. A few rays of light mingled with the breeze.

"There are sick people out there too, so I'll set up another barrier to keep the dirt from drifting in. Ye Qinzhu stood in front of the window, pinched a trick in his hand, and laid an enchantment from the center of the courtyard.

The house could originally be stuffed with more than a dozen dolls, but since Ying'er fell ill and the older dolls volunteered to crowd the courtyard with her husband, the whole room became much more empty.

The girl named Ying'er lay on the only bed, her face pale and flushed unnaturally. There was a patch of freshly vomited filth on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench.

Hurriedly a boy came over, pulled a large leaf with his hand, squatted down and quickly cleaned it up, so as not to pollute the hem of the doctor's clothes.

Knowing that Ying'er couldn't be a spirit master, Yang Qingjue didn't care about too many men and women. He pulled the girl's thin, withered arm and carefully placed three fingers on her wrist.

How Yang Qingjue saw a doctor, Ye Qinzhu couldn't understand. All she knew was that the female doll lying on the bed woke up halfway through and wanted to vomit again, but she didn't know which acupuncture point Yang Qingjue had massaged, and fell asleep again.

It's good to know medical skills, Ye Qinzhu thought.

Unlike her, it doesn't seem to have any other role than dry staring and finding help.

"Doctor, how is Ying'er?" children of different sizes surrounded Yang Qingjue and asked vigorously.

They remember very well that the person before died on the third day after vomiting and diarrhea.

"Bamboo, the medicine that Wu Yong grabbed, remove the ambiguity - yes, it's the bag of purple flowers and blue grass, fry it and send it over. ”

Yang Qingjue stiffened his face, and guided Ye Qinzhu who was at a loss as he stared at the dozen or so packets of herbs that looked about the same with a blank face.

Hearing the vivid description, Ye Qinzhu found the herb according to his words.

She squeezed them in her hands, answered crisply, and turned to go out the door.

In Ye Qinzhu's Nashi, there are daily necessities and emergency medicines, and it is not surprising that there is a medicine jar and firewood.

She set up a shelf, put the herbs and water, lit a fire and began to decoction.

She sat there watching the fire, and behind her were the children who came in and out.

After a while, Yang Qingjue came out of the house and sat down next to Ye Qinzhu.

"Those kids were very well raised. He said suddenly.

"I feel it. Ye Qinzhu agreed, "Actually, I admire Mr. Xiao a lot, and I don't forget to take these children and teach them etiquette when I am wandering." ”

"Because I was worried about Ying'er's physical condition, I went to the two strong medicines, and when the time came to decoct the medicine for the displaced people in the west of the city, I still needed to put all of them in. ”