The woman ran to Anxia like crazy, knelt down directly, and sent the child in her arms to Anxia, talking in her mouth, tears falling down in strings, crying and wailing.

After the men behind caught up, a man grabbed the woman's arm and slapped the woman in the face, and then grunted at Anxia, so angry that his fingers were about to poke Anxia's face.

Salamdin immediately stood in front of Anxia and questioned several men in front of him in Uyghur language, and many women also quietly stood in front of Anxia, who treated them and their children, and was an angel sent by Hu Da.

Several Uighur men and Salamdin were arguing loudly, and the surrounding women were getting more and more anxious to listen and whispering something, and then several Uighurs rushed in and shouted at the women in front of them.

The child's mother held the child and kowtowed desperately in front of Anxia, the child had already fainted, his hands and feet were soft and drooping, and the blood on his body stained the yellow earth in front of him drop by drop.

The child's clothes were almost all torn into strips, and An Xia looked at it, and his body was full of marks from whipping, purple bruises and cracked skin oozing blood, and there were blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

"Quick, put him flat!"

The Uyghur woman didn't understand what it meant, but she watched Anxia slap the ground, spread her palms up, and said it over and over again, she slowly understood what Anxia meant, and put her son on the ground.

The Uyghur man before came up and kicked the woman in front of him, the woman wailed, and after falling to the ground, she quickly pounced on her, hugging the man in front of her, and the two had a fierce dispute, Anxia touched the child's snort was very weak, and bright red blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, there must be something wrong with his internal organs.

She hurriedly took out a hemostatic pill, crushed the child's mouth, and was about to feed the child in, when several Uyghur men around her frantically pulled her away and prevented her from treating the child.

"What are you doing, he's a child, he's going to die if you don't save him, what are you going to do!"

A few Uyghurs who came from behind were very excited, pointing at the children on the ground in Uyghur language, and their eyes were vicious and loudly reprimanded.

"They said that this child was a thief, who stole the food from the master's house, and wanted to kill him, this is her parents, and his mother wanted to save the child, but his father did not dare to save the child, otherwise the nobles would expel their whole family from the village, and no village would dare to take them in in the future."

The woman dragged the man, her face full of tears, and she was crying and screaming.

"No matter what I stole from him, I won't kill him, I have to save him."

After finishing speaking, Anxia ignored those Uyghur men, held the little boy's head, fed him a hemostatic pill in his mouth, and then asked for water to pour it in, watching the medicine flow in the water little by little, the child's throat moved, and swallowed unconsciously, Anxia slowly poured some more water, and the child swallowed it all, and then she put the child flat, and the child's breathing was slowly and steadily.

"It's just stealing, why do you want to beat the child to death!" Anxia was angry, she didn't pay attention just now, when he picked up the child, the ground was bright red, and she found that the child's back was blurred with blood, the skinny boy's entire back, and his clothes were mixed with his blood with the loess, staining the entire back.

Salamdin sighed, "Because he stole the things of the old man's family, it is a blasphemy against the nobles, and it is a contempt for the nobles, Miss Anxia, this matter is very troublesome, you don't understand our nobles here, they are very powerful, even I have to bow my head and salute when I see them, speaking of which, we were all slaves of the nobles before, and you will feel sorry for a slave when you see that slave owner, and if you don't kill it, you will be killed." ”

At this time, the boy's mother said something loudly, blaming the man in front of him, and the man gradually became speechless, and tears suddenly slipped on his face.

"What did they say?"

Salamdin looked sad, "Their family is very poor, the boy's sister is sick and wants to eat pilaf, but there is nothing at home, there is no mutton rice, the village is also poor, mutton is okay to say, rice is very expensive, except for the family to buy a little, only the old man's house has rice on weekdays, so the boy ran to steal rice for his sister, and was arrested." ”

There was a noise in the distance, and in the distance, an old Uyghur man in his sixties with a goatee dressed in gorgeous minority costumes walked over in the crowd, and after he walked over, everyone lowered their heads, and the women took a few steps back, not daring to come out.

When the old man walked in front of him, An Xia saw that he had a small knife pinned to his waist, the knife was about 20 centimeters long, with exotic flowers, inlaid with various colored gemstones, shining in the sun, the Uyghur old man was wearing a large sapphire ring on his hand, and a thick gold necklace around his neck, in front of such a group of ragged villagers, he was like a person living in another world.

The old Uyghur man muttered a lot of words to Anxia, and Salamddin whispered to Anxia that this was the nobleman in the village, and everyone called him Master Bayi, and he told Anxia that the little boy was not allowed to be healed because he had stolen something, and he was going to kill him.

"It's a crime to kill someone, and if he dares to touch this boy, I'll call the police."

"Miss Anxia, you can't say that, these lords can't even control them officially, if you threaten them with the police, even if this child is saved by you, their whole family doesn't want to live here, and no village will take them in, their whole family will be finished, our ethnic minorities are different from you Han people."

Salamdin was a little anxious, and didn't know how to explain to Anxia, although it had been liberated for a long time, the nobles in southern Xinjiang were still rampant, and they could carry knives with them, which was officially allowed, only nobles could carry knives, so everyone saw the Uyghurs with knives, they were very respectful and did not dare to provoke.

Old Man Bayi angrily pointed at the boy on the ground, muttering and scolding, suddenly holding his breath in his chest, coughing for a long time, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm, holding his chest and gasping for a long time.

An Xia stared at the old man Bayi in front of him, looking at his face was burnt yellow, his tongue was bright red when he spit just now, and the sputum was thick but there was no saliva, which was the appearance of Shaojin, and when he gasped, he was accompanied by hissing and dry throat.

Anxia looked at the old man Bayi in front of her, and gradually had an idea in her heart, and Tosalamdin told the old man Bayi that if he was willing to let the boy go, she was willing to treat him for free.

Salam-din looked at Anxia and said in a low voice, this old man Bayi is in good health, I haven't heard of illness, if he is said to be sick at this moment, it will cause him to be angry, and when something happens, it is very dangerous.

An Xia smiled, "Just say that he is sick, I know." ”

Salamdin couldn't do it, so he bowed deeply to Lord Bayi respectfully, and put his right hand on his chest to show his sincerity and respect, "Master Bayi, this doctor begs you to spare this child, she said, she said, as long as you spare the child, she can treat you for free." ”