The child came over with a handful of wild coriander, and his face was still stained with tears.

"Give it to me!"

Sun Simiao is soft-hearted, not her virgin, but the child's eyes are exactly the same as when he saw He Yiting die in front of him.

It's really desperate to pray for a little miracle.

It's a pity that He Yiting is still dead, and she is also burdened with a breathless debt of conscience.

That's why she will be soft-hearted today, otherwise with her experience of rescuing abroad, the dead can't shake any of her hearts at all.

The child looked at the grandmother who was twitching on the ground, and then looked at Sun Simiao who walked away, he didn't know who to believe, but he knew that he had no choice.

No one noticed the movements of the two children, more people paid attention to the person who was still foaming at the mouth and twitching on the ground.

I took the wild coriander to the pig house and saw that the grass had not left.

"Do me a favor, do you have a crockpot?"

Xiaocao didn't ask why, so he took out a crockpot from the corner of the wall that he often boiled water to drink.

It seems that this kind of crockpot is available in every household, and in the early years, because of the handing in of ironware, now the people in the village have become accustomed to cooking things in the crockpot.

Throw a handful of wild coriander into it, then add water, and race it under the stove, when the pig food is being cooked in the cauldron, but there is no need to light a separate fire.

Xiaocao looked at Sun Simiao, who had just said that he would go back, but he came back with a bunch of wild coriander that they hated the most, and was still a little worried.

"Xiaocao, you say, why are you living so desperately?"

She doesn't dislike the dirty haystack, Sun Simiao leaned directly on it, and now she has let herself go to this extent.

Xiaocao broke off a piece of wood with his knee and threw it into the stove before saying:

"Aren't people born to live? What's not to fight for! It's better to die than to live! ”

In the heart of the eight-year-old Xiaocao, she can only leave this home if she is alive, and only by living can she get rid of the control of her stepmother.

She didn't know why she had to live, but she didn't want to lie underground like her mother.

It's better to die than to live!

Sun Simiao thought about this sentence repeatedly, and then was happy.

"Yes! It's better to die than to live! ”

Then he took out two sweet potatoes from the small bag that he never left and threw them into the stove and buried them under the fire.

"Xiaocao, give me your teapot to use, and return you a new one!"

Xiaocao's tea jar doesn't know how many years it has been used, and the enamel or something has been knocked off, so I guess where I picked it up.

Now I use every good thing, so I have to settle for it.

Sun Simiao took out the boiled wild coriander water and poured it into the tea jar.

"You remember to eat sweet potatoes, I know you definitely didn't eat in the morning, don't tell others about this water, you can directly brush the crockpot after a while, anyone can drink this water!"

Dropping a sentence, Sun Simiao slowly walked out of the pig house with the tea jar.

Looking at the green water, Sun Simiao said to Baoyu in his mind:

"Let's have some spiritual water!"

Although this wild coriander water is symptomatic, the effect is slow, and it is only applied externally, and Sun Simiao, the traditional Chinese medicine taken internally, can not be found, so I have to take the risk of using the method of stimulating acupuncture points, so that people will wake up first, and then it will be easy to do.

Baoyu doesn't do it.

"It's not a good deal!"

This spiritual water was exchanged for merit points, but Baoyu didn't have any inventory at all now, and last time he used half of his merit points to exchange for that point.

Sun Si is happy, it's not cost-effective at this time.

What did you do earlier?

"Take it out!"

You're polite, just ask.

"Aren't you working in vain? Let's get in! ”

It was already nine months of life, and if it saved others, she lost a month's life.

"Heheda, then it's dead!"

It's better to die than to live!

This sentence didn't work for Sun Simiao at all, she didn't want to live at all.

A person who is ready to die at any time, what is there to care?

Baoyu cried, really cried!

It's okay to pit yourself!

knew that it was useless to say more, so I had to make a drop for Sun Simiao.

"You can save people with medical skills, why do you have to kill me?"

Baoyu asked.

Sun Simiao asked it to be put away first, and then put it in when the child was feeding people and drinking water.

Then I kindly explained:

"You want me to be sent away? Or do you want to see me dissected? ”

How do you explain this technique?

The little thing is just uneasy and kind!

Sure enough, the gold fingers that popped up were all traps.

Baoyu, who was choked for a while, was silent.

Forget that this little ancestor is only seven years old now.

When Sun Simiao returned, most of them continued to work, with only children and a few elderly people around.

This is kind of a help to watch, and when he died, he was quickly wrapped in a straw mat and cremated.

Sun Shishi is also there, but he is only a barefoot doctor, although it is not seen to be an infectious disease, but this cowshed has already died of such a patient, and he can't hold it at this time, anyway, he will wait for someone from above.

The child's eyes lit up when he saw Sun Simiao.

"Give your milk a drink, she won't die for a while anyway!"

It looked scary before, because she couldn't breathe, and after Sun Simiao let the child knock on her body a few times, she was able to breathe, but no one cared about it, and it looked scary.

The child went to feed the water with a tea jar, and several old people did not stop it.

When people are old, they are afraid of death, and they are afraid that their children will not be filial.

The people living in this cowshed are all people who have been sent to be renovated, but they are also people, and this child can not be afraid of infection, so they will not stop it.

Sun Shishi looked at the green water and asked Sun Simiao:

"Miaomiao, what kind of water did you get?"

Sun Simiao looked at Sun Shishi with her big watery eyes and replied:

"It's the water boiled with wild coriander on the side of the road, doesn't it mean that that thing is something that made Qingtuanzi when worshipping ancestors? I thought it might be something good, so I threw it in. ”

It's called a naïve, and several old people who listened to it laughed.

This Ma Dalan's granddaughter is also a good idea, this wild coriander is also called Artemisia annua, which is the most favorite thing to grow in the field and on the bank of the ditch river, that is, a weed.

But it can be used for dyeing, I didn't expect this doll to do this.

Knowing that he can't drink the dead, Sun Shishi doesn't care.

After drinking the water, the child used the rest of the water to wipe his grandmother's face.

When I asked him why, he said that he wanted his grandmother to go decently.

It's a heart.

Sun Simiao didn't watch here, and after replying to Sun Shishi's words, he raised his feet and went out.

Grandma told her not to stay here.

"Little fat cat, do you know how to heal?"

A figure jumped off the earthen wall next to him, bluffing Sun Simiao.

After seeing people clearly, Sun Simiao felt unlucky.

"It's your business!"

This guy is haunted, isn't he?

He Yiting touched his nose, it really didn't matter to him, but he was curious.

"Why do you know how to heal? Why? Or is it..."