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But as long as there is news, people don't know whether it is intentional or not, they will always accidentally remember it in their hearts, and as long as it is mentioned, they will always take out the things that have been in their hearts for a long time and tell others to listen.

Jiang Yu'er planned well. But when she saw the woman lying in the room, she began to lose her heart.

If it was Grandpa Qin, she wouldn't be so bottomless. But next to him is Qing'er, not to mention her medical skills, just to say whether she has the experience to deal with all this in front of her.

This woman is clearly showing signs of decay. A big living person, forcibly smoked these ventilated rooms so that people retreated, compared to being sick for a day or two.

Qing'er frowned slightly, just when Jiang Yu'er thought she would say that she couldn't save her, she looked at it.

"This sister-in-law, where were you injured?" She asked where she was hurt.

However, Jiang Yuer doesn't think so. If a person is injured and reaches the point of decay, it is a miracle that the person is still alive.

Who knows, the woman's faint breath came: "More than two months." Listening to this voice, Jiang Yu'er can conclude that this person may not live long. The reason why he is still alive now is probably because there is something in his heart that he can't let go, for example, the child before.

Listening to her words, Qing'er walked in without frowning. She remembered that her grandfather told her that a doctor should not dislike a patient, even if the patient is incontinent, he should not show disgust.

The room is not big, and the wind is everywhere, which is already the most appropriate adjective that Jiang Yu'er has come up with. It should be said that this house is more dilapidated than the old house in Zhangzhuang Village when she woke up and saw it.

There was not even a bed in the house, and the woman was lying on a pile of straw on the ground. I don't know if the futon on my body has been washed for a long time, and I feel a faintly shiny feeling.

On the surface, such a quilt should not have the slightest warmth. But there is no way, this is already the only thing that can be considered good in this four-walled home.

Qing'er had no other expression other than focus.

She crouched down and grabbed the broken leg with unerring precision. A foul smell hit again, and Jiang Yu'er almost couldn't help but vomit. But Qing'er was like someone who was fine, and pulled the woman's trouser leg open.

Jiang Yu'er thought of something, and felt that all the people gathered outside had been pushed away.

In the previous life, such a thing was very normal, but this era is different, men and women are guarded. Not to mention, leg injuries.

No one else can see even his feet, let alone his legs, let alone his legs!

At this time, Qing'er had already begun to tell Jiang Yu'er to do things: "Yu'er, you go and boil some hot water, and you need a big basin." By the way, it's best to find some spirits. ”

Jiang Yu'er listened, withdrew, took the little girl with her, and withdrew: "Little girl, where is your stove?" She asked.

The little girl saw that the two of them were going to treat her mother, so she pointed to a stove made of stones not far away, on which a pot was burned black. To be precise, this is not a stove, this is just a stone cushion that can be used to make a fire.

Jiang Yu'er didn't dislike it for being troublesome, but found firewood, washed the pot, poured water and boiled it.

After waiting for the water pot, she explained to the little girl to be optimistic about the fire. I went to the village to find those who had wine.

People heard that Jiang Yuer was looking for to save people, and some people had it, but they were reluctant. Wine is grain, and it is made from grain. What's more, ordinary people's homes, wherever they are willing to drink, drink a little bit during the festival.

Now when I heard that Jiang Yu'er wanted a few catties of spirits, some people were reluctant to take it out.

In the end, Jiang Yu'er still took out some broken silver from Qing'er's purse, and these people were willing to take out the wine.

It's not that she doesn't have any money, but that Grandpa Qin gave her all silver tickets. Although she didn't look at the number, she knew that there must be a lot of it.

Jiang Yu'er, who has suffered a loss of silver, how could she not know that money is not exposed. She gave them some broken silver, and took about three or four catties of wine.

When she came back with the jar, the water in the pot was already boiling.

Bringing wine and hot water to Qing'er into the house, she was supposed to stay and help, but was interrupted by Qing'er. She doesn't need to.

In desperation, Jiang Yuer could only withdraw and no longer move forward.

Sitting on a stone outside the door, waiting for Qing'er's orders.

Yes, this family is so poor that they don't even have a stool.

When she first came here, no matter how poor the family was, the second uncle also got a few stakes for their brothers and sisters to use as stools! But not here, not in their homes, not outside. Jiang Yu'er could find someone to sit on, that is, a stone at the door that was very smooth to sit on.

She sat down and saw the dirty, nervously rubbing her hands into the door.

She waved at her.

The little girl came over, a little nervous. The eyes are not big, but they are still bright.

Jiang Yu'er didn't dislike her dirty hands, but pulled someone over: "Tell my sister, what's your name?" ”

The little girl timidly, but still whispered her name: "Xiao Ni! ”

Her name is something Jiang Yu'er has heard called. I just don't know if this is her big name, or if the woman in this place has only such a name.

In fact, in ancient times, women were treated very harshly, for example, in a certain dynasty, because of war. In order to have enough soldiers to serve the country, the emperor forced that women must marry when they reached the age of thirteen. Some menarche came later, and at the age of thirteen they had no menarche.

Moreover, most of the women in ancient times did not have names. As long as you have a nickname, or a certain name, after getting married, you will get used to the surname of your husband.

Therefore, Jiang Yu'er doesn't know if this is her name or not.

"How long has your mother been sick?" She asked.

Xiao Ni counted on her fingers: "It's been a long, long time!" "The children of this era are different from their own era. The children of their own era, they can still count or something, in this era, no one teaches you, or no one else understands at all. So, something that is very long, they can only be described in a long, long way, or to tell you, how many months.

Then, the young Xiaoni didn't know how many months to describe it, but she only knew that her mother had been sick for a long, long time.

Jiang Yu'er asked again: "What about your father?" ”

Xiao Ni lowered her head, and said in a low voice after a long time: "Mother won't let me say it." ”

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