Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Life of the Poor Is Like a Mustard

She said the truth, and she asked about some symptoms, and the woman seemed to believe a little.

The old Chinese medicine doctor couldn't get over his face, and he snorted coldly with his sleeves, "Since there is a capable doctor, why do you still invite me, an old horseman, to come over to see the disease?" Song Beige also complained bitterly, she didn't want to miss her talents, but this old Chinese medicine doctor was too conceited, and she came to the conclusion after a casual look, if she didn't come forward, the child would really die!

The old Chinese medicine doctor urged the woman to grab the medicine, and when she hesitated, he turned the finger to Song Beige, "The old man has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has never seen the wrong disease. ”

"Go quickly, if you delay any longer, it will be difficult to heal!"

The woman heard that he was so sure, and agreed, grabbing the prescription and going out.

"Wait a minute." Song Beige chased out, stuffed the prescription he wrote into her hand, and at the same time gave a piece of silver, "Why don't you catch the medicine of both prescriptions." ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor heard her say, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he didn't stop him, he wanted to see what this kid was capable of, and his decades of experience were not as good as a hairy boy?

The woman was worried about the child's condition, and the half-burnt incense was a back and forth, she carried two packets of medicine, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Huayin, let's go help." Song Beige glanced at the old Chinese medicine doctor and walked into the dilapidated kitchen.

The woman first decocted the medicine of the old Chinese medicine, her prescription was placed on the stove, looking extremely lonely, Huayin took the medicine unconvinced, turned to the other side to make a fire.

She didn't know when the young lady would see a doctor, but as long as the young lady said it, she believed it unconditionally!

Soon, two bowls of medicine were brought to the child's bed, and Song Beige stood aside and let the woman choose for herself.

The dark and heavy medicine is like two bottomless abysses, the woman hesitates, one bowl is life, the other bowl is death, and her child's life is pinned on this medicine.

She looked at Song Beige, then at the old Chinese medicine doctor, and hesitated to pick up Song Beige's bowl of medicine.

She and Song Beige don't know each other, and since she can help herself in front of so many people, there is no reason to harm her children.

"You can trust her, the old man's prescription has also been written, as for which prescription to use is your business, forgive the old man for not accompanying her!" When the old Chinese medicine doctor saw that the woman chose Song Beige's medicine, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, glanced at Song Beige fiercely, and turned around to leave.

Before he stepped out of the threshold, a man blocked his way, and he was so frightened that he took two steps back, "You, who are you?" ”

The man bypassed him and entered the door, and as soon as he appeared, the woman cried and hugged his waist, "Master, you are finally back!" ”

She burst into tears, lying in the man's arms and refusing to come out.

Song Beige watched from the sidelines, with a little sympathy in her eyes, if she experienced these things in one day, if she didn't have someone to rely on, she would probably collapse.

"Lady, there are still many guests at home." The man vaguely saw that there were many people standing in the hall, but the woman blocked his sight, so he could only helplessly comfort the woman in his arms.

Finally raised his head, and looked at Song Beige's inquiring eyes, his body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes were difficult to hide the panic.

"Song, Miss Song, why did you come here?"

He walked up quickly, and was about to kneel, but was helped by Song Beige, "Hu San, I didn't expect to see you here." ”

She glanced at him meaningfully, indicating that she also happened to come here, not to threaten him.

Fortunately, Hu San was smart enough, he stood firm and bowed down to her respectfully, "I've seen Miss Song." ”

The woman didn't expect her man to know Song Beige, so she followed him and saluted respectfully, "Xianggong, this ......"

She wanted to ask Hu San why he knew Song Beige, but the words were swallowed back, and from his attitude towards Song Beige, he could probably guess her identity, and asked rashly, for fear of upsetting her.

Hu San didn't care, and asked about the reason for so many people, and the woman explained the cause and effect of the matter clearly.

"Miss Xie Song helps." Hu San didn't expect so many things to happen, so he made a new move.

Song Beige didn't hide or dodge, and accepted his salute, "Now that you're back, it's up to you to decide what to do and what to do." ”

She glanced at Huayin, and the two left one after the other.

"Miss Song, slow down." Hu Sanlang stopped the two of them and quickly stepped forward to invite her into the house.

"Miss Song is well-informed, Hu believes in you."

He picked up Song Beige's medicine and poured it into his youngest son's stomach.

Suddenly, the youngest son suddenly coughed in his arms, and the potion was scattered all over the ground, and his face was painfully distorted.

"Evil!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor was heartbroken and kept stomping his feet, "How can medicine be used indiscriminately, poor children's lives are thin, it's so wasted!" ”

As he spoke, the youngest son's cough became more and more intense, lying on the side of the bed, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and the woman's heart was like a knife, and she hugged the child, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Xiaobao, it was my mother who hurt you, it was my mother who hurt you!"

At this moment, her intestines are all repentant, and she doesn't need the prescription of the old Chinese medicine doctor, but she ......

She didn't dare to blame Song Beige, she could only hate it in her heart, and looked up at Hu San helplessly, "Xianggong, save our child!" ”

Hu San was seen by her as a masterless, and his eyes subconsciously dodged, still blaming him for maybe trusting Song Beige, who knows, she just wants his child's life at all.

"Then carry the basket, I will carry it to the best medical hall in the city quietly." Hu Sanyu caught a glimpse of Song Beige and couldn't help but clench his fists.

He had already promised to follow her, so why should he kill them all? Is it true that the lives of their poor are grassy?

"Wait a little longer." Song Beige turned a blind eye to the resentment of the two couples, and stopped Hu San, who was about to move the child, "After half a stick of incense, he will wake up, and drink another pair of medicine at night, which will probably reduce the fever." ”

Hu San's eyes were cracked, and his pupils were full of red bloodshots, "Miss Song, please get out of the way!" ”

Like the roar of a trapped beast, Huayin heard it and stopped him vigilantly.

The three of them confronted each other, but no one refused to get out of the way, the woman's cry became even stronger, and finally she even knelt in front of Song Beige and kowtowed, "Miss Song, I beg you, let us go, let our children go!" ”

She kept kowtowing and hit her head on the ground, as if she didn't know the pain, and she didn't know how long it was, and she couldn't hear the cough of the child in the bed.

Her body trembled, and her strength was instantly drained, like a leaf, and the wind could take people away.

She stopped begging for mercy, tears like pearls with broken threads, falling even with her eyes open.

"Child, my hard-working child......"

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Why cry? There was a soft inquiry behind him.