The poor man grows watermelon

Su Ye and the others arrived at the right time. There were not many people in the medical clinic, and the doctors sitting in the hall happened to be idle.

Seeing that they were coming in a carriage and the dolls were wrapped in fur-trimmed cloaks, the medicine boy in the hall thought they were the young masters of some rich family, and led them very graciously to the most experienced old doctor.

The old doctor and the doctor were benevolent, and did not neglect the slightest because of the cheap clothes under the cloak.

He took the baby's pulse and looked at the legs very attentively.

Su Ye sat on the edge of the couch, holding the little guy's hand tightly the whole time, and the little guy's slender hand also squeezed back hard.

At the critical moment, Yu Feng showed the maturity and calmness that a man should have, and explained the situation to the old doctor in every detail, but concealed that the child was not their own thing.

Fortunately, the old doctor is not a meddlesome person. He didn't ask why the child was frozen in the snow all night, but checked it repeatedly, and finally shook his head.

Yu Feng turned his back to cover the child's sight, and asked in a deep voice, "Sir, what do you mean?"

The old doctor sighed and said regretfully: "It hurts the root, and it can't be cured."

A trace of pain flashed across Yu Feng's face, and he looked at the child distressedly.

Su Ye's heart shrank into a ball, and he said unwillingly, "Mr., please take a look again. This child is intact with more than two thighs, except that his legs are bad. Maybe it's just ordinary blood stasis. If you take medicine to treat it, Is there, is there hope?"

The old doctor patiently listened to what he said, then he waved his hand and said flatly: "Forgive me for my incompetence, you two can ask someone else to be wise."

Su Ye immediately slumped her shoulders, with a complicated look on her face.

Regardless of the presence of outsiders, Yu Feng gently hugged Xiao Shuang'er's shoulders, and comforted him in a warm voice, "Little Yezi, it's okay, even if it can't be cured, we can still raise him well."

Su Ye looked up at the tall man, pursed his lips tightly, and looked blankly.

Yu Feng picked up the doll, held Su Ye with the other hand, and said in a cheerful tone, "Let's go, let's buy a piece of floral cloth for the doll to make new clothes!"

Su Ye followed him and walked out in a daze.

No wonder he was acting so fragile at this moment, no one knew better than him the feeling of powerlessness lying on the bed waiting for someone to serve him—does such a small doll have to face such a predicament?

"No!" Su Ye said suddenly, "Let's go to another house to have a look. I don't believe, I don't believe that no one can cure such a big county. If there is no one, we will go to the county government and the capital!"

"Okay." Yu Feng took Xiao Shuang'er, who was obviously out of control, into the carriage, kissed his forehead under the cover of the curtain, and comforted him softly, "Don't worry about the little page, let's read it one by one."

On this day, from the warm sun in the sky to the setting sun, Yu Feng drove a carriage to all eight medical clinics in Wannian County, but no miracle happened in the end.

All the doctors, like the first old gentleman, shook their heads regretfully after careful examination.

Fortunately, although the last young doctor could not cure him, he pointed out the way for Su Ye and the other two, "There is an old man in Hulu Village, who used to be a doctor in Jishitang in the capital in his early years, and returned to his hometown when he was old. I heard that he still treats people, so you can go to see him.”

Su Ye lifted his spirits, and blurted out, "The old doctor you mentioned, is his surname Zhang?"

"It's Mr. Zhang." The young doctor cupped his fists and spoke very respectfully.

A strong look of joy appeared on Su's page, as if the flowers were shining brightly in the dark, and he saw hope again.

The two thanked the doctor and rushed to Calabash Village without stopping.

The little baby has been tossing around with the adults all day, obviously very sleepy, but insists on not sleeping.

The little guy kept holding Su Ye tightly with his hand, sneaking a peek at Yu Feng from time to time, and then quickly returned to Su Ye, as if he was afraid of being thrown away.

Su Ye leaned on the carriage, pressed the little guy's round head to her face, and said softly, "Don't worry, baby, Daddy will find the best doctor, and the baby's legs will definitely get better!"

"Daddy..." The little guy's voice was soft and soft.

Su Ye's heart also became sore.

Yu Feng turned around and said with a smile, "The doll is really amazing, she never cries."

Su Ye couldn't laugh at all - such a young child can't cry, it only shows that he is used to not crying, or that he knows that even crying is useless.

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When the three of Su Ye arrived, Old Doctor Zhang had just returned from a walk by the river.

He knew that they might come again, but he didn't expect them to come so soon.

Seeing the satin cloak wrapped around the child, the old doctor was surprised and even more grateful that the child met a good and well-off family.

Su Ye's face was obviously anxious, "Mr., please show the baby, his leg seems to be hurt."

Old Doctor Zhang was originally stroking his beard and smiling, but when he heard this, his face immediately changed, "What's going on?"

"Perhaps it was frozen in the snow. I didn't find it when I was holding it yesterday. I only found out when I changed my clothes this morning." Su Ye explained succinctly.

"Go into the room first." The old doctor Zhang opened the door hastily with a serious expression on his face.

Yu Feng tied the horse, took the baby from Su Ye's arms, and followed Mr. Zhang into the back room.

There was no brazier burning in the house, and it was very cold.

Yu Feng put the doll on the couch, and Mr. Zhang hurried up to check it.

The doll's thighs were bruised and purple, and she didn't feel any sensation no matter whether she was pressed by hands or pricked with needles.

Su Ye said angrily: "I saw it when I was scrubbing him before going to bed yesterday. At that time, I thought it might be cold, but I didn't expect it to be this serious."

Old Doctor Zhang frowned more and more.

Su Ye's heart also lifted.

Yu Feng took a basket of charcoal from the carriage, he bought it newly because he was afraid that the baby would be cold, and now he took all of it to the old doctor's house, took some and poured it into a basin, lit it with a kindling fire, and put the rest in the corner.

Old Doctor Zhang was concentrating on checking the doll's condition, not paying attention.

Instead, Yu Feng took the initiative to ask: "Old man, can the baby's leg be cured?"

Old Doctor Zhang shook his head and sighed: "If acupuncture is used, there may still be some hope, but..."

"Just what?"

The old doctor Zhang lowered his eyes, with an unspeakably bleak tone, "It's just that there are very few people in this world who have learned this technique, and all of them are guests of aristocratic families. .”

Su Ye observed the old doctor's expression, and said affirmatively, "Since the old man mentioned acupuncture, he must know it."

Old doctor Zhang looked at Su Ye in surprise, he didn't expect this young little Shuang'er to be so sharp.

He paused for a moment, and replied: "To tell you the truth, the old man has indeed saved many people with it, but now he can't."

"Why?"

"This old man swore in front of the patriarch that he would never touch... that thing again in this life." A trace of pain flashed in Mr. Zhang's eyes, and his voice seemed to be three points old.

Yu Feng was a little anxious, and said very sincerely: "Mr., please, such a small doll, you can't—"

Su Ye suddenly pressed his hand to stop his next words, looked straight at the old doctor Zhang, and said word by word: "Please teach me, I will use it!"

Old Doctor Zhang's hands visibly trembled, and he looked at Su Ye in disbelief, "Do you know that this is not easy to learn?"

"I don't need to learn all of them. You just need to guide me from the side, telling me how to use the needle and which points to pierce." Su Ye said firmly.

Old Doctor Zhang slammed down the bed, with an angry expression on his face, "Do you know that human life is at stake, is it a joke?"

Su Ye put on a sullen face, showing no sign of weakness, "I just know that I can't just let the child die and die!"

The two adults were at war with each other, and the little doll was caught in the middle, shrinking its hands and feet in fright.

Unknown where the strength came from, the little guy suddenly turned over, rolled to Su Ye's side, grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously: "No, no anger..."

This was the second word the little baby said besides "Daddy". He told Su Ye not to be angry.

Su Ye's aura suddenly subsided, and she hugged the baby into her arms with great distress, and comforted her softly, "Baby is not afraid, Daddy is not angry."

Following Su Ye's example, the little guy carefully pushed his thin yellow face close to him, and rubbed it awkwardly.

Su Ye closed her eyes, trying her best to suppress the soreness in her eyes.

Yu Feng stretched out his arms, acting as the most solid backing for Shuang'er and Wawa.

Seeing this scene, Old Doctor Zhang was speechless.

He waved his hand and said wearily: "Go back, let the old man... think about it."

Su Ye didn't force him anymore, but carefully wrapped the child up, and Yu Feng carried him into the carriage.

On the way back, Su Ye talked more than usual.

"When we go back, let's build a fire wall in the house. The baby will live warmer."

Yu Feng nodded in response, "Don't worry Xiaoyezi, I'll get it right after I get back."

"It's too late today, let's go to the kiln to buy some blue bricks tomorrow, and use the bricks to make sure there is no smoke leakage, so as not to choke the baby."

"Okay." His little twins couldn't choke.

Su Ye caressed the doll's legs, and said, "I know a recipe, which requires food, wine, and a few medicinal materials. I will write it to you tomorrow. The medicinal materials are the best. For wine, find Some high degrees."

This time, Yu Feng didn't immediately agree, but asked cautiously: "What does it mean to be 'high degree'?"

Su Ye thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Probably... it's been brewed for a long time, and it's spicy."

Yu Feng smiled, "Success!"

Su Ye recalled the distillation method of sorghum wine, and pondered: "If not, we have to steam it ourselves..."

Yu Feng turned around, rubbed Xiao Shuang'er's head, and said with a smile, "It turns out that Xiao Yezi can also make wine, which is amazing!"

Su Ye was holding the doll and couldn't spare his hand to hit him, so Yu Feng took the opportunity to get over his addiction.

Su Ye only thought he was childish, and threw him a big bag of blank eyes, but Yu Feng smiled even more heartily.

After such a commotion, both of them felt much more relaxed than before.

The doll nestled in Su Ye's arms, Xu was sure that she would not be thrown away, and finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

Old Doctor Zhang sat on the couch for a long time, and only woke up when he felt cold.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and there was a faint light in the brazier.

Only then did Old Doctor Zhang realize that Yu Feng had lighted the brazier quietly.

Obviously there is no charcoal at home...

With the dim light in the brazier, Mr. Zhang clearly saw the unfamiliar bamboo basket not far away.

He walked over tremblingly, and as expected, there was a basket full of charcoal inside.

Zhang Lao grabbed a handful of charcoal and slowly added it to the brazier.

The fire light dimmed at first, then gradually brightened again.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mr. Zhang actually felt that the room was much warmer.

With the light in the basin, he walked to the wall step by step, and picked out a loose stone from the gap in the corner—in fact, he could find it even if there was no light, he could touch this place with his eyes closed arrive.

There is a stone-sized hole behind the stone, and there is a red-lacquered wooden box in the hole, which is already covered with ash.

With trembling hands, Zhang Lao took out the wooden box, and carefully brushed off the dust on it.

"Ugh……"

A long sigh came from the darkness—could it be... God's will?