When Song Hao heard this, she smiled and didn't speak.

Now there is no one, but will it not be soon?

She didn't believe it, those high-ranking officials and nobles didn't get sick, even if they weren't sick, there would always be sick people in the family.

At that time, she didn't ask for much, just begging her to take care of her when she opened the hospital.

Even if it was for her own life, she didn't believe that these people would refuse.

Song Hao knew that the future enemy was just a fourth-grade official, and his mood was much lighter.

However, the city gate of this Yuan capital is not like the city gate of Sheyang Mansion that can be casually posted with notices, so Song Zhen wondered where to find a seriously ill person to be treated.

Someone came to the door.

Looking at the gray-haired old woman in front of her, although there was a gap between her and Song Hao's expectations, Song Hao still couldn't bear to refuse.

Especially Mao Langzhong, who took this old woman to find Song Hao: "Song girl, just beg you, you can help her." ”

It can be seen that the two have met.

So Song Zhen said, "Okay, what is this mother-in-law called?" Who is sick in the family? ”

Song Hao soon knew that the mother-in-law's husband's surname was Fan, and Granny Fan's grandson was sick, and it was useless to find other Langzhong, so she wanted to come to Mao Langzhong to have a look.

Although it is said that Mao Langzhong's eyes are not good, Granny Fan still holds on to the last glimmer of hope.

Song Hao thought about it and said, "I'll go and have a look with you." ”

The sick man was an eight- or nine-year-old boy who had a lot of chickenpox and purple rash on his body, and the high fever did not go away, and he was already unconscious.

This is really not a difficult thing for Song Hao.

casually dispensed some medicine and used a little green mist to improve the boy's resistance.

The next day, the mother-in-law led a man to thank Song Zhen.

Because the child's fever has subsided, and the person has woken up.

"Miss Song, can I ask you for another thing? You can rest assured that there will be a consultation fee. Fan Ping'an, who is also the son of Granny Fan, said a little nervously.

Song Hao asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"My little son and my son are also sick, you may not know, I work as a coachman in a big family...... If you can cure my little son's illness, my lord and wife will definitely give a lot of money. ”

Song Hao thought about it, now there is no way to get close to someone who is too powerful all of a sudden, so let's take a look at one by one, sooner or later it will be a word of mouth.

So Song Zhen followed.

When Song Hao saw the huge mansion, he was still a little surprised.

"What does your master do?"

"It's not a secret, my lord is a member of the fourth rank of the imperial court." Fan Ping'an continued.

He also regretted that he had taken his son back with him by pulling the little boy's car, but he didn't expect that after the little boy became ill, his son would also get sick.

But my son is getting better now, if I can make my son better.

Fan Ping'an felt that he was also a meritorious.

When Fan Ping'an led Song Zhen to the inner courtyard, the inner courtyard was already in a mess.

Smoke was billowing in the courtyard, and there were many people kneeling in the courtyard praying for blessings.

Seeing Fan Ping'an coming, there was a person who looked like a housekeeper and said coldly: "Fan Ping'an, what are you doing here?" This is the inner courtyard! ”

"Steward Qian, I'm here to find you." Fan Ping'an pulled the housekeeper aside and whispered about the situation in his family.

After a while, Steward Qian came over to look at Song Hao, and said with distrust: "She is a little girl, can she cure the little boy's illness?" ”

"Why don't you try it?" Song Hao said casually.

"Try? My son-in-law is a golden branch and jade leaf, what if I try to go wrong! ”

As he was talking, a cry came from inside the room: "Oh no! Childe is not breathing! ”

The goddess who was doing the practice immediately shouted: "Quick, quickly, the people will carry it out, smoke it with the divine swallow, and maybe there will be salvation!" ”

When Song Hao heard this, she frowned.

Can this be saved? It's to send people to the western sky!

The little boy was carried out, Song Zhen looked over there and sighed slightly: "Isn't this child not dead?" ”

At this time, people who say good things will be regarded as life-saving straws, and the woman holding the child raised her head to look at Song Zhen when she heard this, and then asked, "You said the child is not dead?" ”

Song Hao nodded and said, "I'll take a look." ”

At this time, the housekeeper was not there, and no one knew Song Hao's confidence.

Song Hao's charm and good looks have made many people think that she is not an ordinary person.

So Song Hao walked over and put her hand on the child's neck to check it, and at the same time, a trace of green mist was sent directly in.

The child immediately opened his eyes and cried.

The goddess was still shouting, "Look, it's good to smoke the smoke of the gods!" ”

"Hurry up, hurry on!"

Song Hao couldn't bear it a little and said: "If it continues to be smoked like this, the living will be smoked to death." ”

"Who are you, how dare you talk nonsense here!" The goddess looked at Song Hao dissatisfied.

At this time, Mrs. Cui also looked at Song Hao hesitantly: "Yes, why do I look at you." ”

"Does it matter if I have an eye or not? I can heal your son, you take him into the house, and I promise him to be alive soon. ”

Mrs. Cui was already panicking.

When Song Hao talked to her, she felt that she had a feeling of being blown by the spring breeze. So the ghost sent the god to listen to Song Zhen.

Got to the house.

Song Hao checked the child's pulse again, then took out the pills she was carrying and fed the child.

Mrs. Cui looked nervously.

The child, who was still crying just now, has calmed down, and his pale face has already turned bloody.

At this time, he sobbed: "Mother, I am hungry ......"

"Hungry?"

The crowd was amazed.

It's been a long time since they've heard that word.

Mrs. Cui cried with joy: "Go get something to eat, what do you have to do." ”

There is no other Lang Zhong next to him, only Song Hao is left, when the child was out of breath just now, these Lang Zhong were afraid of being implicated, so they had already found a way to leave first.

No one can be saved.

They're still here, aren't they an eyesore?

And at this time, it is easy to be used as a punching bag.

They also did their best.

Song Zhen said: "I can only give clear porridge." ”

Song Hao gave the child another needle, and then applied the medicine.

For this child, Song Zhen used more treatment methods, and it was not so troublesome.

But in order to be convincing, Song Hao did a comprehensive treatment.

And this child is more seriously ill, and the skin on his body has been scratched a lot.

Because there was no pain in the body, the child ate and slowly fell asleep.

At this time, Song Zhen was also a little tired.

He looked at the whining people around him and said, "Just leave two people to serve, and the rest of the people will go out." ”

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