Xiaoyao Xiaodu Doctor brings space to raise cute brothers and sisters

The villagers, who were originally terrified by the arrival of Feng Ling and his group, were shocked to see that they did not enter the village, let alone disturb others.

However, he did not let down his guard and continued to watch from a distance trembling with fear.

When Cangli brought the drowned boy named Hu Zi back home, there was only a blind, white-haired old woman, Grandma Xie.

When Granny Xie heard someone knocking on the door, she opened the door tremblingly, leaning on a crooked wooden stick that was slightly longer than her arm.

Cangli originally wanted to send the person back immediately, but seeing that the old woman's eyes were cloudy and unfocused, and she was just staring blankly at one place, he knew that she couldn't see.

The boy in her arms called out "Grandma" with chattering teeth.

The sound was so low that it was almost inaudible.

It was already February, the weather was freezing cold, not to mention he had just been soaked in the icy river water.

At this moment, the wet clothes were frozen to my body, and I was almost frozen into an icicle.

He was forcing himself to be able to make sounds now.

Following the sound, Granny Xie reached out to the boy's face with her trembling hands, which were as dry as old tree bark.

It feels like a lump of ice when you hold it.

She was so shocked that the stick in her hand fell to the ground: "Huzi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare grandma!"

Seeing that there was no one else in the yard, Cangli had no choice but to carry Hu Zi into the house and put him on the only kang.

Turning back to Grandma Xie, she said, "Grandma, the child accidentally fell into an ice hole. Please make some ginger soup for him to drive away the cold so that he won't catch a cold."

After a pause, he reminded, "You must change your clothes quickly to avoid the cold air entering your body and causing a serious illness."

Tears streamed down Grandma Xie's skinny face.

She bowed to Cangli several times with trembling hands, and said, "Thank you very much, benefactor. It's just that my family is poor and we don't have ginger or other things to drive away the cold. I am blind, so please help my grandson change his wet clothes. I will be grateful to you."

Cangli dodged her and saluted, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed.

As the saying goes, help others to the end and send Buddha to the west.

He was also a child from a poor family.

If His Highness had not rescued him from the human traffickers, he would have become a pile of bones by now.

He walked up and took off Hu Zi's clothes in a few seconds.

In just a short while, the heavy cloak was completely soaked.

Cangli glanced at the kang and saw that there were no more clothes, so he pulled over the only quilt with holes in it and wrapped Hu Zi in it.

Turning around, I saw Hu Zi's breathing gradually became rapid.

He sighed and said, "I'll go ask the master to send some medicine to Hu Zi."

Having done this far, he has done his utmost. What happens in the future depends entirely on the luck of these two generations of grandfather and grandson.

When Cangli returned to the village, the tent had already been set up.

After listening to Cangli's report, Wang Xin knew that the young man named Hu Zi was likely to have caught a cold.

She took out a piece of old ginger with four or five tubers and a bottle of black pills from the carriage, and took Feng Ling and Shang Cangli towards the thatched cottage.

She and Feng Ling still haven't figured out why the villagers are so scared when they see them?

They decided to rest here only after they discovered the presence of Fengming in this village.

Could it be that Fengming had done something?

But they sent people to find out the news, but they found nothing.

When the villagers saw them, they closed their doors and no one answered no matter how you knocked.

There were a few brave boys who watched them from a distance.

As soon as they went out, they scattered; as soon as they came in, they stared from afar.

At this time, seeing them walking towards Hu Zi's hut, I followed them.

He followed her to the door and then stopped.

Only the young man who showed the way earlier, who was usually close to Hu Zi, was concerned about how he was doing, so he followed him into the house.

Wang Xin entered the house, took out the piece of ginger and said, "Mother-in-law, cut a piece of this ginger and make soup for your grandson. I'll give him a few more injections to drive away the cold, and then he'll take some pills, and he'll be fine.

The young man who had followed in earlier was delighted, rushed forward and took the ginger with both hands, and said happily: "I know how to make ginger soup, I'll make it for Brother Huzi."

Wang Xin sat on the edge of the kang and was about to give Hu Zi an acupuncture.

Feng Ling stopped her.

He placed his hand on Hu Zi's dantian and transferred his energy to his hand. After a while, a hint of coldness emerged from the top of Hu Zi's head.

Hu Zi's face, which had been pale from the cold, was visibly improving.

This scene happened to be seen by a young man who came in with ginger soup. The young man, like Wang Xin, opened his eyes wide.

Wang Xin never expected that the plot from the previous TV drama would actually happen before his eyes.

She had always believed that advanced internal skills were something that only existed in martial arts novels.

Having known Feng Ling for such a long time, he had only seen them display their martial arts when they were being assassinated, but he never knew that he was actually a hidden "master".

After Feng Ling finished his exercise, he turned around and met two pairs of sparkling eyes.

The young man put the ginger soup in his hand on the table.

He turned around and bowed to Feng Ling: "Thank you for saving my brother Hu Zi's life and curing his illness. Sir, you are a good person! Unlike the last person who came and burned, killed and looted."

Feng Ling and Wang Xin looked at each other.

Feng Ling pulled the young man up and asked calmly, "What's your name? Who was the one who came last time? Why did you burn, kill, and loot when everything was fine?"

The young man helped Hu Zi up and let him sit against the wall. He handed him the ginger soup and said angrily, "My name is Xie Shitou. This is Xiejia Village. Just four days ago, a group of black-clad men on horseback came to the village. The two young men in the lead looked even more like dogs."

Having said this, it seemed as if he had hit a painful spot, and he punched the air in anger, as if punching that unknown young man.

"The village chief brought the people to his home to entertain them, but they turned out to be a group of robbers. After eating and drinking, they left the next day and not only robbed the village chief's silver, but also robbed a lot of food in the village."

At this point, he choked up and said, "My family didn't have enough food to begin with. My father didn't let them take any, but they actually hacked me. Now I'm still lying in bed..."

Wang Xin and Feng Ling looked at each other. The more they listened, the more they felt that it sounded like Feng Ming and Lin Wenyang.

Given the unscrupulous nature of those two, this is something they are capable of doing.

Feng Ling asked in detail about the appearance of the two young men.

Xie Shitou admired Feng Ling very much at this time, so naturally he answered whatever was asked.

Speaking of the incredibly handsome young man, he smiled and ordered many people in the village to be hacked and injured.

Xie Shitou even spat out a mouthful of saliva in hatred.

Feng Ling finally confirmed that these were Feng Ming and Lin Wenyang.

They wanted to chase them immediately, but from Xie Shitou's narration, they learned that many people in the village were hacked and injured by the men in black led by Fengming.

Still patient, Wang Xin and Feng Ling followed Xie Shitou and visited these families one by one, treated their wounds according to the situation, and left medicine for them.

After this incident, everyone in the village knew that they were different from the group of people from a few days ago.

The group of people a few days ago were fugitives, and they are here to hunt down that group of people.

They all came out of their homes in twos and threes to accuse them of their evil deeds.