Poisonous Peasant 'Concubine'

"My son was sent to you well, but the more you treated him, the worse it became. You quack doctors, if you hadn't cured my son today, our family of three would have died in front of your shop."

"Everyone come to comment. My son caught a cold a few days ago and was sent to Ping'an Hall to be treated by the doctor here. Who knew it would turn out like this, woo... my son..."

"Brother and sister-in-law, let's go in and talk about it? Your son is indeed suffering from a cold, and our doctor also prescribed him a decoction to treat the cold..."

"You bastards, quack doctors, are still quibbling, I've knocked your shop off..."

There are two pharmacies in Datong Town, Ling Jingxuan chose the Ping'an Hall not far from the fish market. When the father and son approached the Ping'an Hall on foot, they saw people on the third floor outside and the third floor outside, crying from time to time. There was a sound of cursing, Ling Jingxuan frowned slightly, looked down at the little bun with a red face and sweating profusely, wondering whether to go to another pharmacy, but that pharmacy was on the other side of the town, and they walked around for a long time. He was already tired and hungry, not to mention the two buns, even his body, which was weaker than Lin Daiyu's, couldn't hold on anymore.

"Daddy, what are they doing?"

Little Baozi tugged at his hand, raised his head and blinked his eyes and asked curiously.

"What are children so curious about?"

Thinking about it with his ass, he knew that there must be a medical accident. Ling Jingxuan was not interested in meddling, and he would not let Xiao Baozi meddle in his business. He just wanted to buy medicine and go back to meet Ling Jingpeng.

The little bun pursed his mouth and lowered his head in displeasure, he was just asking, 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 held his hand tightly, raised his head and said to his father.

"No, give me the money bag. You and your brother are waiting for me here. I'll be out soon."

Looking at his sweaty little face, Ling Jingxuan shook his head resolutely and refused, he would rather squeeze in by himself than bear the pain of his little bun.

"okay."

Thinking that it was impossible for his father to waste money in the pharmacy, Ling Wen hesitated a little, then handed him the money bag, and silently led the little bun to sit down under the cool eaves next to him, making sure that they would have nothing to worry about. Ling Jingxuan gritted his teeth and squeezed into the crowd.

"Bullshit quack doctor, I smashed your signboard..."

"Brother, don't get excited..."

"The head of the house..."

At the gate of Ping'an Hall, a stout man in bunts rushed into the shop while carrying a hoe while cursing. Seeing this, several employees of Ping'an Hall, including the shopkeeper, rushed up to stop him, and the woman behind him wept blindly. They were all swollen, with disheveled hair like a ghost, and on the ground not far from them, lay a child who seemed to be seven or eight years old at most, whose appearance was already invisible because his face was green and his head was swollen. Just like the bull head, he is almost hanging on his breath, and he may belch at any time.

Big wind?

Ling Jingxuan, who squeezed into the crowd to see the situation clearly, frowned. He could see the boy's symptoms at a glance. Big head wind, commonly known as big head plague, usually occurs in winter and spring. It is no different from common wind-cold. If it is treated with Chengqi Decoction, which is commonly used to treat wind-cold, the condition will be more serious. It is highly contagious and belongs to the scope of plague. The question is, how can someone be infected with dizziness in this season?

Thinking of the little buns waiting for him outside, Ling Jingxuan resolutely suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart, walked around the group of noisy people, and went into the pharmacy, but... there was no one in the shop, he was just rich Can't buy anything, sighed helplessly, Ling Jingxuan turned out again, glanced at the man in brocade clothes and robes in the crowd, who looked about 50 or [-] years old, thinking that he should be the shopkeeper, Ling Jingxuan left without thinking past.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy medicine."

Holding him back, Ling Jingxuan went straight to the point, but in this situation, who is in the mood to do business?The shopkeeper turned his head and said irritably: "Go, go, we won't be selling medicine for now."

"I want to buy medicine!"

Grabbing his hand with slight force, Ling Jingxuan repeated stubbornly in a deep voice.

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

Throwing away his hand violently, the shopkeeper turned around and gave a bad meal. The high-pitched voice pierced through the crowd, and the group of people who were fighting was temporarily quieted down. Everyone's eyes could not help but turn to Ling Jingxuan, with anger, doubt, What's more, it's the ridicule of the passers-by. From the beginning to the end, no one really cared about the boy lying on the ground hanging by a thread.

"Go away, I'm going to smash the signboard of this shit quack doctor..."

The burly man who came back to his senses was the first to pick up his hoe again. Seeing that the fierce battle was about to take place again, the silence caused by Ling Jingxuan seemed to be short-lived. Many people were eagerly waiting to see the good show. Ling Jingxuan, who was driving, ignored the struggle in front of him, and walked slowly to the boy's side to feel his pulse, and opened his pupils and tongue coating to look: "He hates cold and fever, his head and face are red and swollen, his throat and ears are swollen and painful, Even down to the jaw and neck, red tongue with yellow fur, slippery and rapid pulse, these are the typical symptoms of big 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 was soft but clear to everyone's ears.

"Drink...the plague?!"

"Oh my god, it's actually a plague..."

"Plague..."

When they heard that it was a plague, the onlookers jumped three feet away, their faces were full of fear and disgust. 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 Suddenly, the crying woman and the rowdy burly man fell to the ground one after another. Even the shopkeepers of the pharmacy turned pale instantly, and a layer of dark clouds seemed to hang over everyone's heads.

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

After a while, the woman sitting on the ground suddenly burst into tears, and the stout man also had a look of pain on his face. The onlookers were no longer in the mood to watch the theater, and their faces were like paper, for fear that they would be infected.

"Little brother, since you know about the disease, may you prescribe it?"

It was the pharmacy shopkeeper who was knowledgeable, so he rushed to Ling Jingxuan immediately after recovering, regardless of the cold or the plague, people were sent to him in the first place, and once he died, he would not be able to get rid of it. It's tied on top, although the young man in patched sackcloth looks unreliable in front of him.

"Brother, genius doctor, please save my son, please..."

Seeing this, the crying woman threw herself to his feet, grabbed his leg and begged bitterly. At this time, whether a man and a woman could kiss or not had disappeared into the sky, and the woman only had her son in her eyes. life.

"Genius doctor, please save my son, he is only seven years old and hasn't grown up yet, please!"

The man also knelt down in front of him with a thud, his rough and dark Chinese character face was still covered with tears after all.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you can save it, save it. Look how pitiful this child is..."

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

"Brother, please save this child..."

"Poor thing, so young..."

The onlookers, who were far away, talked about each other, some really poor children, some sneering, all mixed voices were intertwined, almost everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Jingxuan who had always been indifferent .

"Daddy? What's the matter?"

Because the crowd dispersed, the little buns holding hands could easily squeeze in. Seeing the situation inside, the two buns couldn't help but look at their father curiously, as if they were about to walk towards him.

"do not come!"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly called out to stop it, children have weak resistance, he didn't want them to contract that kind of disease too.

"Daddy?"

The two buns stopped reflexively, and before they could ask any questions, Ling Jingxuan coaxed patiently from the air: "Hey, Xiaowen, take Xiaowu outside and wait, Daddy is fine, I will talk to you about the details later." Say it."

"Okay, hurry up, Daddy, my uncle will be in a hurry later."

Ling Wen nodded obediently, and turned around leading the little bun. The crowd automatically moved out of the way. Ling Jingxuan let out a deep breath only after making sure they had left the dangerous area.

"My lord, please help me, you also have children, how can you bear such a young child... Please, my lord, I kowtow to you..."

"Please save Xiaohu, I am willing to repay you like a cow or a horse, please a genius doctor..."

The child's parents knelt down in front of him and kowtowed to him. Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes weakly and bent down to help them up: "Don't cry, if you cry any more, he is really hopeless."

Since he took care of it at the beginning, he would definitely make a move, but...Will any of them dare to give him a chance to speak?

"Thank you, divine doctor, thank you, divine doctor..."

Hearing this, the couple made a gesture to kowtow to him again, Ling Jingxuan was speechless, his face sank, and he said coldly: "If you want him to die, keep kowtow!"

In the previous life, a dozen or so members of his Ling family were wiped out overnight, who stood up to take care of it?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 child's age that made him think of Xiaobaozi, and he was in a hurry to buy medicine, he wouldn't be bothered to meddle in such nosy 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 temporarily."

"Yes, brother, please come inside."

At this time, even if he said that cows are flying in the sky, no one dared to refute. The shopkeeper hurriedly agreed, nodded and greeted him to enter the shop. Following behind them, Ling Jingxuan didn't show any politeness to them, and went straight to the table where the doctor was sitting in the shop, picked up the writing 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, and he can write characters, but whether others can recognize them is open to question.