The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

The old man at the clinic stood at the door and watched Song Yunran's strange movements. He sneered with disdain, "Little girl, aren't you harming people? I have been practicing medicine for many years and have never seen a person who was about to roll his eyes be saved. If you really save him, my reputation will be ruined by you."

The Sleepyhead in the Clinic: "That's right! Even my master couldn't save her, so a little girl like you shouldn't mess around with her."

Song Yunran, who was devoted to the children, didn't want to pay any attention to them. How could such a person be qualified to be a doctor? In her eyes, he was simply a murderer.

After hitting the child several times and seeing that the child did not spit out the foreign object, he turned the child over to face him and then hit the child's chest several times with his elbow.

After repeating this several times, a peanut popped out of the child's mouth.

"Wow......"

After the foreign object was spit out, the child started crying loudly. From the sound, Song Yunran knew that he was fine.

"Who is this girl? Is she also a doctor? This is amazing!"

"Which clinic are you from? Your medical skills are so amazing!"

“Looks like the little girl in Song’s clay pot restaurant”

"Yes, that's right. I was wondering why it looked so familiar. Please don't tell me. As soon as you mention it, I think of that sweet sausage."

Song Yunran picked up the child and checked him. After making sure that the foreign object had been removed, he returned the child to the boy: "It's okay, but you have to be more careful with such a young child. This is very dangerous."

The boy was surprised and delighted. He took the child in his arms and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you. How much is the consultation fee? I will go home and get the money for you."

"No need, take him back!"

The boy asked a little embarrassedly: "Can you treat other diseases? Can you come with me to see other children?"

Song Yunran was silent. She suddenly felt that this boy was very simple and loving, and very much like her mother, the dean.

"I'm sorry, I offended you. It's okay if it doesn't work. Thank you for what I did."

The boy looked at the silent Song Yunran, thinking that she was unwilling, so he picked up the child and walked into the alley.

The crowds praising Song Yunran one after another, the old man of the clinic turned around with a dark face and went in, Song Yunran looked at him and said with a smile: "Where are you going? Didn't you ask me to smash the sign? I'm small, how can I smash it if you don't take it down?"

Song Yunran's words caused the crowd to laugh. In fact, everyone in the town knew what kind of person the owner of Jishidiang was. He was arrogant and greedy for money. He only treated rich people and would not even look at the poor. But since he was a doctor, it was not easy to offend him, so they could only choose to keep silent.

Now that they were honored by Song Yunran, they all cheered in their hearts.

The old man in the clinic stared at Song Yunran, narrowed his eyes, and snorted: "You are just a wild girl. I advise you not to be too arrogant."

Song Yunran heard his threat, but didn't take it seriously: "No matter how arrogant I am, I will not stand by and watch someone die, and I will not treat human life as worthless. As a human being, I advise you to be kind."

After Song Yunran finished scolding the old man from Jishidiang, she quickly caught up with the boy holding the child without even looking back.

When he turned around and saw Song Yunran jogging towards him, the young man showed a hint of surprise, then revealed a charming smile, looking as gentle as jade.

"Thank you girl"

Song Yunran, who was stunned for a moment, immediately said: "You're welcome, don't call me girl, just call me Song Yunran"

"I am Lingxiao"

Song Yunran looked at the child in his arms and saw that he didn't look like him at all. She knew at a glance that they were not born to the same mother, so she asked tentatively, "Is this child your biological brother?"

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, my mother only has me as her son, and I adopted him. There are eleven other children in the family, all of whom I adopted. They are all orphans without parents."

Song Yunran was stunned. Could this guy want to be the director of an orphanage? Or did he want to be the director's father? He was still a half-grown child, but he actually adopted eleven children. Eleven!

At the end of the alley, there was an old house. As soon as Ling Xiao opened the door, the children who were playing happily in the house rushed over and looked at the two of them: "Brother is back!"

"Brother, brother"

"Is Brother Ling okay?"

Ling Xiao put the child down and said softly, "Yes, he is healed now. This sister cured him. Go and say thank you to her."

A dozen people immediately surrounded her and shouted with a smile:

"Hello sister"

"Thank you sister"

"Thank you sister"

......

For a moment, Song Yunran seemed to see her past self. When she was in the orphanage, every time the director's mother came back, they would rush over in a swarm.

Song Yunran waved and smiled: "Hello!"

Originally the boy was still worried that Song Yunran would dislike them, but he didn't expect that she would respond to each child so gently. He couldn't help but secretly look at her a few more times.

"Can you tell me your names?"

Ling Xiao was a little embarrassed: "They don't have names yet, I arranged them in order of age, and the names are from zero to eleven."

"Haha...that's good. It's easy to remember this way." This dean was really too simple and crude. He just gave people a number and called it a day.

Song Yunran visited their home amidst the chattering support of a group of little kids, but she really couldn't imagine that eleven children, twelve in total including the boy, lived in this shabby courtyard.

Although it is a bit shabby, the rooms are relatively large. There is a kitchen, a living room and four rooms, so it is barely enough for people to live in.

I remember that when I first saw them last month, I thought they were beggars. Now it seems that they are just simply poor.

Song Yunran picked up the youngest child and said, "Eleven, can you tell me who wrote these words?"

"It's my brother. He can write and draw. His drawings are very beautiful."

"Oh... okay, let's go out!"

After a stroll, I found that although the yard was a little shabby, it was very clean. The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and there was no dust on the cabinets.

Yes, although it is poor, it is clean. Song Yunran can't stand those who are poor and sloppy. Poverty may not be solved in a short period of time, but sloppiness is just laziness.

Ling Xiao brought over a bowl of water: "The environment at home is not good, there is no tea, I can only offer you a glass of water, I am really sorry"

"It's okay, I like to drink boiled water." He didn't mind the broken bowl and just started drinking it in big gulps.

"Can you keep accounts?"

"I know a little bit, and usually spend my days writing letters and copying books for others."

"I'm in need of an accountant. I wonder if you are interested." The shop's business is pretty good, and she plans to open another one, but she doesn't have enough staff now. She is exhausted every day and still has to keep accounts before going to bed. It would be much better if she could hire someone.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Yunran, but there are too many children at home and I really can't get away." Looking at the children playing on the side, Ling Xiao still couldn't let go.

"It's because you have so many children that I asked you if you want to go. Otherwise, the money you have is not enough to support several people. The weather is getting colder and colder. Do you think this small courtyard can survive the winter?" Song Yunran couldn't understand why he would refuse to go when there were so many children to support.