The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The man had seen Zhao Jincheng before. He was carrying a medicine box and treating patients in the village, but he had only seen him vaguely a few times.

I saw him taking someone's pulse just now. I looked at him carefully and knew that he was a doctor and quite famous in the village, otherwise he would not have let him take my pulse. If he was a quack, it would be better not to treat me.

This person has never been sick since childhood and has never seen a doctor. He always thinks that doctors will give people bitter Chinese medicine or prick them with needles. Neither feeling is good, so he is very reluctant to see a doctor.

What I remember seeing were people having their noses pinched, their kicking hands and feet held down, having medicine forced into their mouths, and they were instinctively afraid of doctors.

But if you don't take medicine for this disease, there is a high probability that you will be carried away and burned to death in two days. Compared to this, it is better to take medicine.

Faced with Zhao Jincheng's question, he wanted to answer that he didn't want to drink, but he didn't dare to refuse.

"me……"

The bailiff thought that this man had a bad temper and was difficult to communicate with, but he didn't expect that a dose of Chinese medicine would make him timid. He couldn't help laughing out loud, but it was really wrong, so he quickly controlled his expression and stopped talking.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny."

The man felt a little guilty that his secret of being afraid of taking medicine had been discovered.

He quickly looked around at the people around him. Fortunately, except for the person who had just laughed at him, the others at least did not show any obvious smiles on their faces. He just didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

If you could see what they were thinking, they would definitely think that he was such a grown-up, especially a man, but was so afraid of hardship, and they would look down on him.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable, my head became more dizzy and painful, I closed my eyes tightly and had to relax.

The yamen runner said expressionlessly: "Nothing, I just thought of something funny."

The man felt very aggrieved and thought of some funny things. It was himself who made him feel ridiculous.

Zhao Jincheng was already quite tired, and now he had to deal with a patient like this, which really wasted his time.

He stretched out his index finger and thumb, pinched both sides of his nose, and blinked his eyes to open them a little wider.

Really, he is afraid of suffering and doesn't want to take medicine. He is so old, but he can't tell good from bad, doesn't care about his body, and wastes other people's time without any sense of guilt.

Zhao Jincheng didn't want to talk to him anymore. He couldn't make himself understood, so he simply stepped forward and took his pulse with three fingers. He focused his mind and felt the pulse carefully.

When the man saw the doctor taking his pulse, he became extremely nervous. He was afraid that he would hear something he didn't want to hear, so he felt uncomfortable and turned his head away.

After feeling the pulse, Zhao Jincheng understood that this man's condition was slightly less severe than the other two. No wonder he had the energy to talk so much just now. The other two didn't even have the energy to watch the fun. As long as he took the medicine obediently, he would get better after a few doses.

"I'll make some medicine for you. Just drink it while it's hot."

The other two nodded slightly. The man frowned, looking reluctant, but there was nothing he could do. Life was more important, so he just drank the medicine.

When the bailiff saw the man's expression, he snorted in his heart, there is medicine to take, and someone is preparing it, all he needs to do is open his mouth, but he is still being picky here.

Doctor Zhao could have taken a rest, but he still has to take care of people like this. I really feel sorry for him.

But I can't help much here. I have my own work to do, so I can't stay for long.

Zhao Jincheng saw what the yamen runner was thinking, "Go ahead and do your work. I'm here."

The bailiff nodded, "Okay, I'll find help for you as soon as possible."

Zhao Jincheng lowered his head and said, "Thank you very much."

I don’t know when help will come. I’m so tired that I can hardly open my eyes.

He walked to the place where the medicine was being boiled, weighed the medicine according to the dosage one by one, and started adding firewood to boil water.

The medicine finally boiled, and calculating the time, it is most likely to feel sleepy at this time.

Zhao Jincheng sat there, watching the fire in the stove. The fire couldn't be too big, otherwise the medicine would easily burn, nor could it be too small, otherwise the medicine would not be effective.

In order to keep himself from feeling sleepy, he took out a small bottle from his sleeve, opened the stopper, took a deep sip, sneezed, and instantly felt much more awake.

But I felt tired and exhausted, and when I woke up my brain was a little slow.

I can't go on like this, something terrible is going to happen. I really hope someone can come and help me now.

As I was thinking this, I seemed to see my aunt in a trance.

I thought I wanted help so badly that I must have seen it wrong. I rubbed my eyes and saw that it was indeed my aunt. I felt like I had seen a savior and was deeply moved.

I quickly stood up and walked forward a few steps, "Aunt, why are you here so late at night?"

The aunt didn't have time to say anything. She hurried over and sat down, and took out some of the firewood from the stove, otherwise the medicine would be burnt.

He glanced at Doctor Zhao and said, "I am a light sleeper. I wake up at the slightest noise. I heard the footsteps and voices of the yamen runners and woke up immediately."

Zhao Jincheng lifted the lid of the casserole and checked the water inside to make sure it had not dried up. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt visibly more relaxed.

When the aunt saw him like this, she knew she had come to the right place. Doctor Zhao must have never been so hard-working before. Now he has to worry about the patients every day and he really should have a good rest. If she knew how to prescribe medicine, she would just let him take care of the patients. He can barely handle it alone here.

"It's so late, what else can happen? It can only be a new patient."

"You haven't rested all day. If you don't sleep at night, how can your body withstand it?"

Zhao Jincheng looked at his aunt and his eyes reddened. She was truly helping him in times of need.

"It's a great help to have an aunt here. Please accept my greetings."

As Zhao Jincheng was about to bend down, his aunt was quick to jump up and lift up Zhao Jincheng's arms, preventing him from bowing.

"Please don't. You are my son's savior. I can't wait to worship you, so how can I let you worship me?"

Zhao Jincheng had no choice but to stand up straight.

When the aunt saw that he had no intention of bowing again, she dared to sit back and continue watching the fire in the stove.

"Although my son is not suffering from an epidemic, if he had such a high fever without medicine, he would have burned his brain all night. Fortunately, I met you."

"I felt very sad when I was forced to come here because I was thought to have contracted the disease. Now I think it was God who helped me and saved my son."

"So please don't worship me. I do these things for selfish reasons. I want to help my son accumulate merits and make him recover faster. Having a healthy body is better than anything else."

Zhao Jincheng listened to his aunt's heartfelt words and knew that she was a grateful person. He had seen many ungrateful people, but such a person was really rare.