In the middle of the night, when the northwest wind was blowing and the sky was snowing, three big men, one in front of the handlebar, and the other two, one on the left and one on the right, were pushing the cart behind, or, sometimes, holding it with their hands to prevent it from tipping over.

In the center of the cart sat an old woman, who was tightly wrapped in a quilt as if she was in confinement.

Along the way, the rack car was bumpy, and in the cold and biting snowy night, their bodies were almost soaked in hot sweat, but they were cold by the cold wind.

As they slowed down, they shivered.

Soon, in less than twenty minutes, they brought the old woman back to Weiyang's house smoothly and safely.

When the old woman saw the dying Weiyang, she soon put her shriveled hands on his forehead and stroked them for a long time, and finally said that the Weiyang baby had acute pneumonia.

At the same time, he was also frowning at the strange illness of the sheep.

Orr Kung Fu, she couldn't help but open her voice to criticize Weiyang's parents, saying:

"Come and see, look, how sick this baby is now! As parents, what kind of heart do you give your baby?

The babies are so serious, do you think of being in a hurry? ”

Hu Huilan stepped forward, lowered her head, and was embarrassed to speak. Weiyang's father stood behind Weibiao, his body was straight, and Weibiao leaned on the edge of the kang, curiously waiting for the old woman to follow.

The old woman knocked her voice, and finally said loudly, "If it's a little later, your baby won't even die!" ”

At this time, the lights in the kiln were dim and yellow, and they kept flickering and flickering, as if they were about to go out.

The old woman's lips looked jet black in the faint yellow light, and her upper and lower lips were still trembling when she was diagnosing Weiyang's condition.

The parents of the sheep always lowered their heads and did not say a word. On the side, Wei Biao, a tall and thin man, the two of them looked at it curiously, and they both wondered if Wei Yang could be revived, or rather, what kind of prescription would the old woman use to treat Wei Yang's strange disease?

Because, as they all know, the old woman was in a hurry when she came, so she didn't bring anything with her. And doctors need a small medical cabinet to store medicines and other gadgets.

These basic things, the old woman does not have.

There is a saying that when you go to war, you must at least have a gun in your hand.

And the old woman, empty-handed.

"Could it be that she has any other sorcery?" This was a suspicion in the minds of almost everyone present.