A dagger swept through the air, and Zhang Que, who was about to hang himself, first "sighs", sat down from the wooden pier, and pressed the scattered petals on the ground with his buttocks.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the two on the steps.

The spring sunlight slanted behind the woman in scarlet clothes, making her body seem to be bathed in light, a little dazzling.

He squinted, the lean flesh wrapped around the bones on his face trembled, and said in a trembling voice, "You don't need to do it!" Is it okay for the old man to seek death by himself? As he spoke, he whimpered and cried.

"Miss......" Xiao Qing hesitated slightly behind Su Qiang: "This person can't do it, he looks a little crazy." ”

Su Qiang had already walked down the steps, regardless of the dust on the hem of her skirt, walked to Zhang Quexian, who was sitting and crying, and handed over a handkerchief.

"Do you know who we are?" She spoke. The voice was not loud, as if it was afraid of scaring the man away.

Zhang Que wiped a handful of snot first, and whimpered: "Isn't it a land grabber on Diagonal Bazi Street?" The old man of this City God Temple has lived in it for three years, which is half a family. If you want to rob it, you have to point out a place for Lao Er to live first, and if you don't leave today, you will kill me! Shoot it to death! Kill me, you will break the feng shui, and you will not be able to do any business! ”

It turned out that the old site of this City God Temple was promised to be rebuilt. No wonder those Lai Han at the door would rather sleep on the street than come in, obviously sane and know that they can't fight the new master of this City God Temple.

So is this old man, who is depressed and has no dignity as a doctor, sane?

"I'm not a land grab." Su Qiang smiled faintly and lifted the veil on her face: "I'll ask one thing." ”

"Ask?" Zhang Que first looked at Su Qiang with his eyes, and said in disbelief: "The little old man lives in poverty, he only wants to live, and he doesn't know anything." ”

Xiao Qing rolled his eyelids behind Su Qiang.

Do you want to live?

Didn't you just look for death?

Su Qiang nodded, reached out to stroke a flat wooden pier, and sat down.

"Since this place is going to be demolished, why doesn't Dr. Zhang change his residence?"

Zhang Que first looked up at Su Qiang, then at Xiao Qing behind her, and said dejectedly: "The nobles have silver, and there are many places to live, but the little old man has nowhere to live." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands and subconsciously hid his right hand, which had only two fingers left, into his sleeve.

Su Qiang turned her head slightly, and Xiao Qing behind her understood and sent a bag of money. Su Qiang put the bag of money in front of Zhang Quexian, and said slowly: "Dr. Zhang broke three fingers due to diagnosis five years ago, and these silver will be used as compensation for the year. ”

Zhang Qixian's eyes widened suddenly, his head raised and stared at Su Qiang, the panic in his eyes flashed for a moment, and he retracted his gaze after a while, and said dejectedly: "What the noble man said, the little old man doesn't understand." ”

Su Qiang said earnestly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'm just here to ask, why did you say that person didn't live more than twenty back then?" ”

Zhang Qixian's eyelids raised, and he said dejectedly: "The villain is talking nonsense, and he has already paid the price, and I hope the nobles will not pursue it again." ”

"The doctor's parents, if Dr. Zhang knows that the person is now in a dying state, will he still refuse to say it?" Su Qiang said slowly.

Zhang Que first suddenly raised his hand to comb his unkempt hair, knelt down with his knees together, kowtowed to Su Qiang, and whispered: "The villain doesn't dare to ask the nobleman's name, for fear that it will be disrespectful to ask." But the villain's finger has been broken, and he is indeed unable to diagnose the disease, so please go back. ”

The doctor looked and heard and asked to cut the four diagnoses, and now he does not have the three fingers needed to cut the pulse, and it is indeed difficult to diagnose the disease. But what Su Qiang came to ask was originally his pulse judgment back then. He didn't even dare to say that, obviously haunted by the severed finger back then, and didn't dare to have anything to do with the royal family.

That's it, that's it.

Su Qiang left the bag of money, and the man stood up.

Xiaoqing hurriedly stepped forward to support her, but before the person left, there was a sudden commotion at the gate of the City God Temple.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, followed by more than a dozen people rushing in.

"Ask Doctor Zhang for help!" Before the man arrived, he heard a mournful cry from a woman's house.

The woman who was running knelt in front of Zhang Quexian, and the crowd behind her also squatted down and lowered the door panel they were carrying.

On the door panel lay a child of eight or nine years old.

The child's body was curled up, his face was dark, his mouth was foaming at the mouth, and he was no longer awake.

Zhang Que first hurriedly stood up subconsciously, leaned towards the child, probed the thumb of his right hand to the child's nose, and asked, "Sick again?" ”

After he said this, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned his head to look at Su Qiang, who was standing quietly behind him.

Su Qiang was also looking at him, her eyes touching, and she smiled slightly.

Don't you know how to diagnose?

What is that now?

Is it just that you don't want to treat the royal family?

Doctor Zhang, you are not only disrespectful, but it is a capital crime that can punish the nine clans.

A thousand words are in those eyes.

Zhang Quexian's expression froze, and the child's mother had already dragged his hand, and said eagerly: "Since Brother Chen'er played here the year before last, he was rescued by Dr. Zhang after the onset of the disease, and he has been bothered by Dr. Zhang several times. This time, please don't shirk Dr. Zhang. ”

She thought that Zhang Que was unwilling to diagnose the disease first, and tears had already fallen.

"Doctor Zhang, this is medical resources."

A man quickly stuffed a string of copper plates into Zhang Qixian's arms, afraid of falling off, and grabbed his hand to wrap around the string of money.

Zhang Que settled down first.

Is your string of money worth my life?

When this woman found out, I would diagnose the disease, and I was able to pay it back?

But now the child is suffering from epilepsy again, and if he is not rescued in time, he will become a fool if he hurts his head.

That's it!

He turned, quickly pulled open a few pieces of rotten wood under the tree, pulled out a small medicine box from it, pulled open the small drawer, and took out a roll of cloth.

The cloth opened, revealing a row of silver needles.

The crowd around the door stepped back in unison so as not to block out the light.

Zhang Que had already taken out the silver needle, pinched the tail of the needle with the remaining thumb and little finger of his right hand, and pierced it into the acupuncture point on the child's chest.

He stabbed slowly, unhurried and calm.

After the first shot, the child's convulsions stopped.

On the second injection, the child coughed twice and took a breath.

In the third injection, the child's face gradually became bloody, and a slight sweat appeared on his forehead.

In the fourth shot, the child breathes smoothly, slowly opens his body, and lies quietly on the door panel as if he is asleep.

Zhang Que first withdrew the silver needle and wiped the sweat from his face.

The child's mother reached out to probe the child's snort, leaned her head lightly on the child's forehead and rubbed it, and burst into tears.

The child's father bowed with the people who had come to help, and his mouth was full of gratitude.

"Go back quickly, don't let the child get cold again." Zhang Que said first, then waved his hand, obviously extremely tired.

When everyone dispersed, he took the medicine box, looked at the master and servant who were watching coldly not far away, and let out a long sigh.

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