Luo Qianhuai turned a deaf ear, and asked the little girl again: "I am also a doctor, if someone in your family is sick, I can go back with you to see." ”

The little girl's eyes, which were already sluggish, suddenly had a focal length. She looked at Luo Qianhuai fixedly: "Sister, can you really go to see my grandmother?" ”

Luo Qianhuai nodded: "Without further ado, let's go." Tell me about the situation on the road. ”

"This little lady, don't fall for her." Not only the guys of Guangjitang, but also the passers-by around them also persuaded each other: "There are many such broken settlements in Anling, but it is a cheap life, and it is blessed to meet Hu Langzhong who is willing to give medicine, but it is a pity that this little lady does not know how to be grateful."

"However, since my aunt took that medicine, not only has it not improved, but she has not woken up!" The little girl only spoke out at this time to defend herself, and tears fell like rain for a while, and the people around her were also a little stunned.

"Could this be that Hu Langzhong really took the wrong medicine."

"Actually, it's also pitiful, I think it must be that my mother is seriously ill, so there is no master of the six gods."

"But that medicine is also given for free, is it possible that this kind work has become a mistake?"

As soon as Luo Qianhuai heard that the person had fainted, he immediately felt bad. She pulled up the little lady: "Don't talk about it yet, it's important to go back and save your grandmother quickly." ”

At this time, Hu Langzhong, who had never shown up, suddenly came out.

He was about fifty years old, with a convincing Chinese face, but at this time he had a serious face: "There can't be a problem with my medicine." ”

He said to the little girl: "Your aunt accidentally fell into the water, the wind evil entered the body, shivering, and the limbs were cold. ”

When he said this, he didn't say that it was the laymen around him who were not proficient in medical skills, but Luo Qianhuai, an insider, and he didn't hear anything wrong.

It's just that the little girl's appearance doesn't seem to be pretending, so is there really something hidden?

"Now is not the time to hold accountable and study who is right and who is wrong." Luo Qianhuai said: "Human life is at stake, let's go back first." ”

The little girl wiped away a handful of tears, got up and saluted Hu Langzhong, and didn't speak, only hurried away with Luo Qianhuai.

Everyone behind her was talking about everything, but Luo Qianhuai didn't care at all, just urged her to speed up her pace, lest she be too late.

However, Hu Langzhong stood in front of the steps for a long time, and when everyone was dispersed by the guys, he made up his mind and chased in the direction where Luo Qianhuai and the others disappeared.

On the side of the street corner, a little old man with pale hair and a ruddy complexion was wearing a gray coarse linen robe, a bamboo basket on his shoulder, a hat on his head, and a pair of coarse linen shoes with worn soles under his feet, only a pair of eyes were clear and clear.

"Interesting." He muttered to himself, simply stuck behind Hu Langzhong, and followed.

Anlingyi is more than half the area of Changling, Luo Qianhuai followed the little girl through the streets, and soon came to an extremely messy place in the northwest corner of Lingyi.

There is no decent housing here, only shacks made of wooden planks, linen, bark, thatch and other things, and countless ragged and unkempt people, men, women and children, all looking at Luo Qianhuai with different eyes.

The little girl looked back at Luo Qianhuai, her eyes were full of worry and begging, for fear that this enthusiastic sister would stop because of the dirty environment here.

Luo Qianhuai smiled gently and held her cold hand.

This action undoubtedly boosted the little girl's confidence. She quickened her pace, led Luo Qianhuai left and right, and soon stood in front of a shack door.

The so-called door is nothing more than a curtain of hay.

At this moment, there were seven or eight people standing outside the straw mat, looking at the little girl's eyes with silent compassion.

"Zhenniang, go in and say goodbye to your grandmother." A middle-aged woman said as she wiped her tears with her sleeve.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was already very aware of what was going on, and she immediately understood what was happening.

"Mother, Mother!" Zhen Niang cried as she lifted the straw curtain and staggered towards the house.

Luo Qianhuai was faster than her, and he got into the shack with a bow. The hut was very small, and there was a foul smell of decay in it, and a bed made of broken wooden planks leaned against the wall, on which lay a woman with a pale face and straight limbs.

She did a quick physical examination. The woman had lost her pulse, her eyes were open, her body was cold, she was almost dead, only the slight warmth between her chest and abdomen was still there.

She plucked out a hair and put it under the woman's nose, and found that the snort was still there, but it was faint and almost undetectable—it was undoubtedly a disease of suspended animation.

It's just that the patient's external cold condensation is so obvious, and it is reasonable to persuade the dried ginger and cinnamon branch soup to improve, but because of this medicine, the condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse, what will be the reason?

Zhenniang had already pounced on her mother, crying loudly. Luo Qianhuai was used to seeing this kind of scene, and was not disturbed, his eyes looked at the woman for a while, and suddenly found something strange.

The woman's abdomen was slightly bulging, and it was quite firm to the touch. It is unlikely that she was pregnant, because on the way she came, she had already asked about the situation at Zhenniang's house, and learned that her father had died last year, and she and her widowed mother made a living by washing clothes, and slept together every night.

If it's not pregnancy, then this should be the culprit for all this. The countless cases he had seen in his previous life flashed quickly in his mind, and Luo Qianhuai's heart was racing, and he reached out to probe the woman's tongue.

The tongue coating is white and greasy, and the tentacles are slightly astringent. It was almost exactly the same as a medical case she had seen in her previous life.

"Don't cry yet, your grandmother is not dead." Luo Qianhuai pulled the little girl up.

After such a short period of effort, Zhenniang's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and when she heard the words, she just looked at her blankly, as if she didn't understand her meaning at all, and as if she couldn't believe it at all.

"If you delay any longer, you really can't help. Go and get half a bowl of warm water. Be quick! She commanded.

Zhen Niang suddenly came back to her senses and ran out in stride, shouting as she ran: "Aunt Zhang, Uncle Wang, who has warm water to pour half a bowl for me!" ”

Standing outside are all people who have always been familiar with the mother and daughter, the women all make a living from raccoon clothes, and the men in the family are also doing all kinds of coolies.

The glamour and prosperity of Wulingyi on the surface conceals the hard work of these people at the bottom of society.

Although they had already seen that this Qin Niangzi was out of breath and her body was gradually becoming cold, they couldn't bear to snuff out the little spark that had rekindled in Zhen Niang's eyes.

When someone returned to their hut and brought warm water.

Zhen Niang just wanted to take it, but one hand was one step ahead of her and brought the bowl of warm water.

"Hu Langzhong?" Zhenniang was stunned: "Why are you here?" ”

Hu Bo's eyes were a little dark.

The original intention of his gift of medicine was to save people, and he thought that Zhen Niang came to the door to deliberately blackmail, but when he saw the tragic situation here, he was unspeakably sad.

In many cases, the doctor is the person who wants the patient to live the most, besides the family.

"I don't know what went wrong, though." He said, "But please take care of the holidays." ”

"No, my grandmother is not dead!" Zhen Niang only believes what she wants to believe.

She snatched the bowl from his hand and ran towards Luo Qianhuai with red eyes.

(End of chapter)