After the marriage, the disabled war king was spoiled by me

Du Yunsheng pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. But remember, don't let him know. We need to make him understand that he has to walk his own path."

So, the clinic sent a reliable disciple to secretly protect the little beggar.

The little beggar set out on his way home, sleeping in the open air and going through hardships along the way. One day, he came to a small town, and it was already late, so he rested under a big tree.

As night fell, the little beggar was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. However, at this moment, a man in black quietly approached him with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Just as the man in black was about to attack, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a hidden weapon hit his wrist. The man in black felt the pain, immediately withdrew his killing intent, and quickly fled the scene.

The little beggar was awakened. He looked around nervously and saw a woman in green standing behind him, holding a dagger in her hand. The woman looked at the little beggar and smiled, "Little beggar, you are awake. Someone wanted to harm you just now, but I saved you."

The little beggar looked at the woman in surprise and asked, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "My name is Qingshuang. I was sent by Renhe Medical Clinic to protect you. The man just now should be your enemy. You must be careful next time."

The little beggar was deeply moved. He held Qingshuang's hand tightly and said, "Thank you, Sister Qingshuang. I will remember your kindness."

Qingshuang looked at the little beggar, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She took the little beggar to an inn and arranged a room for him.

The next day, the little beggar continued on his way home. With Qingshuang's company, he was no longer alone.

One day, they came to the little beggar's hometown. The little beggar looked at the familiar streets, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. He brought Qingshuang to his home, only to see the middle-aged woman lying on the bed with a pale face.

The little beggar rushed over, tears streaming down his face: "Mother, I am back. I will cure your illness."

The middle-aged woman looked at the little beggar and said with a smile: "Child, you have grown up and are able to take care of yourself. Mother is very happy."

The little beggar looked at the middle-aged woman with tearful eyes and made a secret resolution in his heart to make his mother recover.

"Mother, I will definitely find a way. Whether it's seeking medical treatment or visiting famous mountains and rivers, I will not give up." The little beggar's voice was firm and powerful.

The middle-aged woman shook her head gently, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, but soon she showed a comforting smile: "My child, mother doesn't want you to delay your future for me. Mother is already very satisfied that you have this heart."

"No, mother, I don't want to go anywhere without you." The little beggar's voice trembled a little. He hugged the middle-aged woman tightly, not wanting to let go.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and an old neighbor lady poked her head in. When she saw the little beggar hugging the middle-aged woman, a trace of sympathy flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, little beggar, you're back. Your mother is not in good condition, what are your plans?" The old woman's voice was hoarse and concerned.

The little beggar raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Old woman, I'm going to ask that miracle doctor for help. He will definitely be able to save my mother."

The old woman shook her head and said, "That miracle doctor is notoriously hard to hire, and his consultation fee is not something a little beggar like you can afford."

The little beggar's expression became firm and resolute: "Even if this is the case, I will try. My mother has raised me, and I will repay her no matter what."

The middle-aged woman gently patted the little beggar's hand, with deep affection in her eyes: "Child, you are a good child. But mother doesn't want to see you delay yourself for me."

The little beggar held the middle-aged woman's hand tightly, with a determined light in his eyes: "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to have the best of both worlds."

After saying this, the little beggar stood up and prepared to leave. He walked to the door, turned around, and looked at his mother deeply, his eyes full of reluctance and determination.

"Mother, I will be back as soon as possible. You must wait for me." The little beggar's voice was a little choked.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, her eyes full of warmth: "My child, mother will. Mother will always wait for you."

The little beggar took a deep breath, turned around and left home. He walked on the familiar street, and every step seemed so heavy.

One day, the little beggar heard a conversation between two tea drinkers in a teahouse. They were talking about the miracle doctor who would be giving free medical consultations at a temple fair in the city.

When the little beggar heard the news, he immediately became excited.

My mother’s illness can finally be cured!

He hurriedly put down the broken bowl in his hand, left the teahouse, and trotted towards the temple fair.

The temple fair was bustling with people, all kinds of stalls were neatly arranged, fragrant snack stalls, colorful grocery stalls, and a dazzling array of goods. The little beggar shuttled among the crowd, with only one thought in his mind: to find the herbalist and ask him to save his mother's life.

Finally, in a quiet corner, he saw the Herbal Doctor. The Doctor was sitting on a bamboo chair with various herbs in front of him. He was feeling the pulse of an old man.

The little beggar swallowed nervously, mustered up the courage and walked over.

The little beggar begged cautiously: "Godly doctor, please save my mother. She is very ill and I have no other choice."

The Herbalist raised his head, his eyes sharp as a torch: "Oh? What's wrong with your mother?"

The little beggar had tears in his eyes: "She coughed badly, her face turned pale, she couldn't eat, and she hasn't spoken for several days."

The Herbalist frowned slightly: "Coughing, fatigue, loss of appetite, these symptoms are not simple. However, since I came to the temple fair, I want to benefit the people. Take me to see your mother."

The little beggar was overjoyed: "Really? Thank you, miracle doctor!"

The little beggar brought the Herbal Doctor to the small house where they were staying temporarily. The middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, breathing weakly. When she saw the Herbal Doctor come in, she forced out a smile with difficulty.

The middle-aged woman said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."

The Herbalist looked serious and said, "Let me check her pulse first."

After taking the middle-aged woman's pulse, the genius doctor of herbal medicine shook his head with a heavy expression.

"It is true that he is seriously ill, but fortunately, he is not hopeless. I have a special medicine here called 'Baicao Dan', you can try it."

The little beggar said excitedly, "Really? That's great! How much does the medicine cost?"

The Herbalist smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll give you this medicine. But you have to remember that although this medicine is miraculous, you have to take it on time and pay attention to your diet."

The little beggar's eyes filled with tears: "Thank you, doctor! I will definitely do it!"

The genius doctor of herbs wrote a prescription for the middle-aged woman, and the little beggar went to get the medicine immediately.

The little beggar asked curiously, "Divine doctor, how did you learn medical skills? Your medical skills are so great, there must be many stories behind them."