When the woman and her man pulled the cart into the Ye family, they were frightened by the dilapidated ancestral house of the Ye family.

Their family is considered poor, but compared with the Ye family in front of them, it is not a little bit good. Although they have borrowed a lot of foreign debts in the past two years to treat their father's illness, the house at home is good.

They originally thought that Ye Hongsleeve's family could look like a doctor anyway, so that they would come all the way early in the morning, but this was really too unexpected for them, but fortunately, the herbs that filled the yard made them feel at ease.

Ye, who was busy drying herbs in the yard, saw someone coming, and hurriedly put down the work in her hand and walked over, but she recognized the woman at a glance.

Ye Shi came into the house and brought a teapot and a bowl out to pour tea and water for them, and Ye Hongsleeve took the opportunity to carry out the medicine box.

When the woman and his man saw that An Xiyan had opened the medicine box, there were all kinds of professional medical equipment, and their hanging hearts fell by two points.

When Ye Hongsleeve was treating the woman's father, from time to time, many villagers from the next village came over one after another, some to see a doctor, and some to return to the doctor, all waiting in line in the courtyard in an orderly manner.

Listening to what these waiting villagers said that they were much better after looking for Ye Hongsleeve to see a doctor, the hearts of the couple were completely relieved.

"Your father's illness is milder than I expected, as long as you come to me regularly in the future to receive bone acupuncture, you can recover, but when his foot was injured, the bone could not be connected properly, delaying the treatment, so even if I am connected now, it is estimated that it will not be the same as before, and I will walk a little lame in the future."

After the diagnosis and treatment, Ye Hongsleeve had something to say.

"Huh? Can my dad still go? ”

The result of this diagnosis and treatment was not only unexpected by the woman and her wife, but the old man, who had been lying on the cart and had been wilting, sat up in disbelief.

"Girl, do you think I can still go to the ground?"

His eyes flashed with surprise as he stared at Ye Hongsleeve, but soon, his eyes dimmed again.

"Girl, just speak! How much. ”

The old man's bruised hands tightly clutched the patched quilt covering his body, and he saw that Ye Hong's family was so poor, and it was estimated that the consultation fee she said would not be cheap.

"How much money did you get today?"

Ye Hongsleeve didn't directly say how much it cost, but asked them rhetorically.

"What?"

Neither the woman nor her man expected Ye Hongsleeve to suddenly ask such a question.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then the woman lifted her gown and untied a small, blackened and old money bag from her waist.

She hesitated for a long time before handing the money bag in her hand to Ye Hongsleeve.

"Girl, as long as you can really cure my father, I can raise money even if I smash the pot and sell iron, I only hope you can do what you say!"

The woman choked up and touched her tears as she spoke, and her hands were all wounds left by rough work.

When her man saw her crying, he hurriedly took his sleeve to wipe her tears, and he had more openings on his hands.

Ye Hongsleeve glanced at her, the tears in her eyes and the opening on her hands burned her heart.

She opened the money bag, and there was not much money in it, less than two or two, and it was estimated that they had borrowed it from all over the place.

Ye Hongsleeve left one or two, only took the change, and then stuffed the money bag back into the woman's hand.

"I only need these medical fees, don't worry, in the future, you will pull him here regularly, and I will do my best to get him back on his feet."