Chapter 177: Brother, Am I Dying?
Joke, he still wants to live longer.
The doctor wanted to leave, but the boy naturally couldn't keep him, and finally cried and asked, "Is the doctor sure that my brother really has the plague?" Could it be a mistake? Or ......"
The boy roared hysterically, the doctor couldn't bear it, paused his steps, and was silent for a moment before saying: "The old man's ability is limited, perhaps, it's really the old man who is wrong, the little brother might as well go to the pharmacy first to grab some anti-fever and anti-inflammatory medicine for him to eat."
The doctor shook his head and said in a deep voice. He hoped he was wrong.
It was a foregone conclusion, and it was useless for the boy to be in a hurry.
The boy walked to the bed, lay down in front of his brother, and saw that his brother was red and purple, and he was still trembling in his sleep, and his heart was even more uncomfortable than lying here.
The little boy didn't know when his eyes opened slightly, and when he saw that his brother had already spent his eyes, he stretched out his little hand and touched his brother's face very sensibly, and said, "Brother, don't cry, be a man."
"Well, my brother doesn't cry." Seeing the little boy wake up, the big boy was overjoyed again, and quickly rolled up his sleeves and wiped his face.
Maybe it's just that the doctor just saw it wrong, and his younger brother is actually an ordinary fever and cold, but it's just a little more serious?
After all, the five doctors before him didn't see anything.
Besides, didn't the doctor himself say that his ability was limited, so let him go and grab some medicine for his younger brother first
His younger brother is blessed with a great life, and he will definitely be fine.
Brother, am I going to die?
The little boy looked at his brother, but after all, he just kept this sentence in his heart and didn't ask.
He actually heard what the doctor said just now, even if the doctor didn't say it, his own body, his own heart still has some foundation, and he knows what his current state is.
"Brother, I'm tired and want to sleep a little longer." After the younger brother finished speaking, he closed his eyes weakly again.
"Well, go to sleep, when you wake up, maybe you'll be cured." The stupid big boy, thinking stupidly in his heart, really thought that his poor brother would recover.
The eldest boy folded the quilt for his younger brother, walked away gently, and closed the door gently, for fear of disturbing his younger brother.
Holding on to the last luck, he took the only remaining silver taels, and once again embarked on the road of seeking medical treatment for his younger brother.
However, he had already hired six doctors, and he had searched for almost all the doctors he could find, and he really didn't know where else to look.
The boy thought that even if he couldn't get a doctor, he would just give his brother some medicine back, and he would be able to relieve himself for a while.
The boy walked down the street with his head down, thinking wildly in his head, and accidentally didn't see the road clearly, and felt as if someone had bumped into him behind him.
"Oh, who doesn't have eyes, didn't you see anyone? hit me again, it hurt to death, this in broad daylight, do you want to take advantage of me? ”
As soon as the boy turned around, he saw a woman dressed in fancy clothes, but with a cheesy look all over her body, pointing at him and scolding.
This face, familiar could not be more familiar. This is her second mother, the concubine of that bastard father, White Lotus.
Hmph, it's really a narrow road, and I met her again so soon. The boy's hand hidden under his sleeve was clenched tightly.
It's just that my brother's illness is more important, and there is still time for revenge.
The boy gritted his teeth, and in the end, decided to take a detour.