Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

The little girl held the hot buns carefully, and almost her entire face was hidden behind the satisfied happiness.

She looked at the little beggar who had blended into the crowd, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

She stretched out her short legs and resolutely rushed into the depths of the narrow and winding alley, just to find that lonely figure.

The three brothers and sisters who witnessed this scene gradually felt their confusion and puzzlement disappear.

They may be a little cold on weekdays and often just glance at the misfortunes on the street, but under the influence of Xiao Youniang, the cold walls of their hearts seem to gradually melt.

Xiao Youniang finally caught up with the staggering little beggar, panting. There were only two incomplete buns left in the other's hand. His vigilant eyes wandered around, and he was full of caution about the sudden approach.

The young lady eagerly handed the bag of steamed buns, which were still warm from her body temperature, to the boy, and said in a clear and sincere voice: "I bought this with the money my brother gave me. I'll give it to you to eat!"

However, this sudden kindness made the little beggar instinctively step back, with wariness flashing in his eyes, as if the world had taught him not to easily believe in anyone's kindness.

Faced with the little beggar's vigilance, Xiao Youniang felt a little confused and didn't understand why there was such a contradiction between hunger and vigilance.

She didn't force him, but gently put the bun down and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people. The feeling of hunger is terrible. Don't steal again. This is for you, free of charge."

After leaving these warm words, Xiao Youniang took her brother and sister's hands and left the alley without looking back, hoping that her little help could bring him some change.

As she walked out of the alley, she couldn't help but look back secretly, only to see that the oil paper package was no longer there. A relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Zhang Laoer, a famous doctor from Xianghetang, wearing brand new clothes, with a carefully disguised fake mole on his cheek, carrying a heavy medicine box, was walking into the gate of Cheng Mansion under the guidance of a servant.

Butler Mo Qiang walked with steady steps, leading the famous doctor through the intricate corridors of the mansion, and finally stopped in front of a carved wooden door.

Behind this door is Yunyi Hall where the old lady rests.

Pushing open the heavy door, a strong aroma of Chinese medicine hits you in the face.

Inside Yunyi Hall, several servants in plain clothes and with serious expressions were talking in low voices.

Their brows revealed an unconcealable worry, as if the old lady's illness was like a sword hanging over their heads, which would fall if they were not careful, making them bear an unbearable burden together.

When Zhang Laoer stepped into Yun Yitang, he deliberately slowed down his pace, trying to show his calmness and confidence through this insignificant little action.

But deep down in his heart, he attached great importance to this consultation.

Just as he was about to feel the old lady's pulse, the maidservant beside him lowered her voice and complained indignantly about the two civilians who had caused the old lady to fall ill.

The maid's words were full of class prejudice and indifference, which made Zhang Laoer feel a little surprised and dissatisfied. He had never expected that in such a large mansion, even the servants would be so arrogant.

The older woman next to the old lady heard the sound, her eyes became stern, and she scolded the maid harshly, maintaining the order and dignity in the hall.

Afterwards, the old woman respectfully asked Zhang Laoer about his condition.

Zhang Laoer looked at the dying old lady on the sickbed and thought to himself that that fragile life was like a candle flickering in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

After a diagnosis, Zhang Laoer earnestly suggested checking the source of the poisoning - the tiger skin.

However, the maid beside the old lady showed some displeasure and questioned Zhang Laoer's medical skills.

Faced with this sudden doubt, Zhang Laoer patiently explained and listed several cases with similar symptoms but different sources of poison. His professionalism and calmness gradually dispelled the doubts in the old woman's heart.

In desperation, the old woman had to confess that the poison had been dealt with.

Zhang Laoer knew very well that the lack of direct evidence would mean that diagnosis and treatment would be more difficult, but he did not back down.

He asked for a series of items to be prepared, his tone firm, as if everything was under control.

Yunyi Hall suddenly became busy, with servants shuttling back and forth, preparing everything needed in a tense and orderly manner.

Afterwards, Zhang Laoer pulled out a bunch of silver needles shining with cold light from the exquisite medicine box, and gently baked them over the flickering candlelight to disinfect them. Every movement seemed so steady and focused.

As he gently inserted the silver needles into the old lady's specific acupuncture points one by one, the whole room seemed to hold its breath.

At this moment, an almost imperceptible clear and spiritual energy, along with the entry of the silver needle, silently penetrated into the old lady's body, and started a silent battle with the vicious force.

As time went by, with Zhang Laoer's exquisite use of the technique, the changes in the old lady's fingers gradually became apparent, from pale to blue-black. This change made everyone present feel nervous, and even the servants who were accustomed to life and death could not help but exclaim.

However, just as everyone was horrified, Zhang Laoer took out a knife and cut a tiny cut on the old lady's fingertip with precise and gentle movements. A stream of turbid black blood flowed out and fell into the spittoon that had been prepared long ago.

At the same time, the old lady's aged face miraculously regained its vitality, and a blush crept up her cheeks.

This scene undoubtedly shocked everyone present.

Even though the old lady had not fully woken up yet, Zhang Laoer's image in their minds had already been promoted from a mortal to a nearly mythical existence.

They looked at each other, with disbelief and gratitude in their eyes, and secretly sighed in their hearts that this doctor from Xianghetang was indeed extraordinary and far superior to the mediocre doctors in their small county town.

Finally, when the poisonous black blood was drained out and the blood flowing from the fingertips became bright red and full of vitality again, Zhang Laoer slowly applied the special ointment.

The spittoon was carefully removed, and Zhang Laoer's fingers deftly moved between them and pulled out the silver needle.

"Okay, next, please help the old lady wipe her body and prepare a bowl of nourishing soup."

Zhang Laoer's voice was gentle, but it carried unquestionable authority as he gave orders to the servants around him.

When the old woman heard this, her frown instantly relaxed, a long-lost smile blossomed on her face, and she began to give instructions skillfully.

Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen. It was a carefully brewed soup containing the essence of many precious medicinal herbs and ingredients.

At the same time, the eyelids of Old Mrs. Cheng, who had been in a coma for many days, trembled slightly, and she finally opened her eyes slowly.

The servants who had been waiting around for a long time couldn't help but shed tears of joy when they saw this scene. One of the servants even ran out of the yard quickly to tell the master and the two young masters the good news as soon as possible.