Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Why are you so curious about children?

Thinking with his butt, he knew that it must have been a medical accident. Ling Jingxuan was not interested in taking care of it, nor would he let Xiao Baozi meddle in his own business. He just wanted to buy medicine and go back to join Ling Jingpeng.

The little bun pouted and lowered his head unhappily. Don't people just ask, Daddy hates it the most!

Father, I'm small, why don't you tell me what medicine to buy, and I'll go in and buy it?

Seeing that his younger brother seemed unhappy, Ling Wen clenched his hand tightly, raised his head and said to his father.

No, give me the purse, you and your brother are waiting for me here, I'll be out soon.

Looking at his sweaty face, Ling Jingxuan decisively shook his head and refused, preferring to squeeze in by himself rather than bear his little bun to suffer that sin.

okay.

Thinking that Dad couldn't spend money indiscriminately at the pharmacy, Ling Wen hesitated for a while and handed him the money bag, and silently led the little bun to sit down under the cool roof next to him, making sure that they wouldn't have any trouble. , Ling Jingxuan just gritted his teeth and squeezed into the crowd.

Damn quack doctor, I smashed your signboard...

Brother, don't get excited...

The head of the house...

At the entrance of Ping An Tang, a stout man in a bunt was carrying a hoe and rushed into the shop while scolding. When he saw this, several employees of Ping An Tang, including the shopkeeper, rushed to stop him, and the woman behind him cried. They were all swollen, with unkempt hair like a ghost, and on the ground not far from them lay a child who looked at most seven or eight years old. His appearance was no longer visible, because his face was green and his head was swollen. Like the bull's head, there is almost only one breath left, and it is possible to burp at any time.

Big head wind?

Ling Jingxuan, who squeezed into the crowd to see the situation clearly, frowned and saw the boy's symptoms at a glance. The big head wind, commonly known as the big head plague, mostly occurs in the winter and two seasons. It is no different from ordinary wind-cold. If it is treated with Chengqi Decoction, which is a common treatment for wind-cold, the condition will be more serious, and it is more contagious. It belongs to the scope of the plague.

Thinking of the little buns waiting for him outside, Ling Jingxuan resolutely suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart, raised his foot to bypass the group of slapstick people, and went straight into the pharmacy, but... There was no one in the shop, he was rich He couldn't buy anything either. He sighed helplessly, and Ling Jingxuan turned around again. He glanced at the crowd wearing a brocade robe and looked like a man in his forties or fifties. Thinking that he should be the shopkeeper, Ling Jingxuan left without thinking. past.

Shopkeeper, I want to buy medicine.

Holding him, Ling Jingxuan went straight to the topic, but under such circumstances, who is still in the mood to do business? The shopkeeper turned his head and said irritably, Go, go, we won't sell medicines for the time being.

I want to buy medicine!

Grabbing his hand, Ling Jingxuan repeated it stubbornly.

I said why are you like this? Didn't you see that I was busy, how could you be in the mood to do your business?

He threw his hand away violently, the shopkeeper turned around with a stink, and the high-pitched voice penetrated the crowd, and the group of people who were fighting was quiet for a while, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to Ling Jingxuan. More was ridiculed by onlookers. From beginning to end, no one really cared about the boy lying on the ground hanging by a thread.

Go away, I'm going to smash the sign of this shitty quack doctor...

The sturdy man who was the first to regain his senses was about to swipe his hoe again. Seeing that the fierce battle was about to be staged again, the silence caused by Ling Jingxuan seemed to be short-lived. Kai Ling Jingxuan ignored the fight in front of him, walked slowly to the boy's side to check his pulse, and opened his pupils and tongue coating to take a look: I hate cold and fever, my face is red and swollen, my throat and front of my ears are swollen and sore, Even down to the jaw and neck, red tongue coating, slippery pulse, these are typical symptoms of large head plague, if you don't want him to die, please be quiet.

The cold voice seemed to carry the power to calm people's hearts, and it entered everyone's ears softly but clearly.

Drink... the plague?!

God, it's actually a plague...

Plague...

When they heard the plague, the onlookers jumped three feet away, their faces full of fear and disgust. The ancient medical technology was backward, and the plague was often accompanied by death. From the emperor to the common people, they basically talked about the plague. Changed, the woman who was crying earlier and the brawny man who was rambunctious fell to the ground one after another. Even the shopkeepers of the pharmacy turned pale in an instant, and there seemed to be a dark cloud over everyone's heads.

Wow... my son... woo woo...

After a while, the woman who was sitting on the ground in a daze suddenly burst into tears, and the stout man also had a sad expression on his face.

This little brother, since you know the disease, may you have a prescription?

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy was knowledgeable, and when he regained his senses, he immediately rushed to Ling Jingxuan. Regardless of the cold or the plague, people were sent to him in the first place. Once he died, he couldn’t get rid of the relationship. It was tied to it, and although the sackcloth and sackcloth in front of him, the patched young man seemed unreliable.

Little brother, genius doctor, please save my son, please...

Seeing this, the crying woman threw herself at his feet, grabbed his legs and begged bitterly. At this time, the infidelity of men and women has long since disappeared into the sky, and the woman has only her son in her eyes. 's life.

The Physician

, please save my son, he is only seven years old, he has not grown up yet, please!

The man also knelt down in front of him with a thud, and his face was still full of tears after all.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You can save it if you can. Look how pitiful this child is...

That is, since the cause can be diagnosed, it should be able to save people...

Brother, just save this child...

Poor to see, so young...

The onlookers who were far away from the crowd started to talk about you and me, some really poor children, some sneering, all the mixed voices were all woven together, and almost everyone's eyes were on Ling Jingxuan, who was always indifferent and indifferent. body.

Daddy? What's this about?

Because the crowd dispersed, the little buns holding hands could easily squeeze in, and seeing the situation inside clearly, the two buns couldn't help looking at their father curiously, and they were about to walk towards him.

do not come!

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly stopped it, the children were weak, and he didn't want them to contract that kind of disease.

Daddy?

The two steamed buns stopped in disgust, and before they could ask any questions, Ling Jingxuan patiently coaxed across the air: Dear, Xiaowen, take Xiaowu to wait outside first, Daddy is fine, I'll discuss the details later. tell you.

Okay, daddy, hurry up, uncle should be in a hurry later.

Ling Wen nodded obediently, took the little bun and turned around, the crowd automatically gave way, and Ling Jingxuan took a deep breath until he was sure that they had left the dangerous area.

Master, please save my son, you also have children, how can you bear such a small child... I beg you, son, I kowtow to you...

Please save the little tiger, I am willing to repay you by being a cow and a horse, I beg you to be a genius doctor...

The child's parents kneeled in front of him and kowtowed in front of him. Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes helplessly, and bent down to support them: Stop crying, if you keep crying, he is really helpless.

Since he took care of it at the beginning, he would definitely take action, but... who would dare to give him a chance to speak?

Thanks to the doctor, thank you to the doctor...

Hearing this, the couple was about to kowtow to him again, Ling Jingxuan was speechless, his face sank, and he said coldly, If you want him to die, continue to kowtow!

In his previous life, more than a dozen members of his Ling family were wiped out overnight, who came out and took care of them? In this life, the original owner and the two buns are so innocent, who has said a word for them? What does the life and death of others have to do with him? If it wasn't for the kid's age that reminded him of the little bun, and he was in a hurry to buy medicine, he wouldn't be too lazy to take care of this business.

Yes Yes Yes……

The couple just got up, Ling Jingxuan turned around and said to the shopkeeper, Prepare a clean room, the child will live here for the time being.

Yes, brother, please.

At this time, no one dared to refute even if he said that the cow was flying in the sky. The shopkeeper agreed quickly, nodding like garlic and greeting him to enter the store. Following behind them, Ling Jingxuan was not polite to them. He entered the shop and walked directly to the table where the doctor was sitting. He picked up the brush on the table and looked at it. After all, he still didn't write, why? It's very simple, because he doesn't know how to use a brush, so he can write words, but whether others can recognize them is open to question.