Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 214 Death (Part [-])

Over there, Yang Ruolan was dumbfounded.

With a pale face, she ran to Mrs. Yang and knelt down.

While shaking Mrs. Yang vigorously, she cried and asked the people around her for help.

"Good-hearted people, I beg you to save my mother..."

Most of the crowd watched indifferently.

Two men wanted to come forward to help, but they were pinched severely by the woman he was with.

"Damn, what are you doing so eagerly? Are you looking at that half-mature lady or her coquettish girl? Go home and kneel on the washboard!"

The man was carried away by the woman by the ear.

Yang Ruolan squatted on the ground, covered her face, sobbing.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall, that is, the old man couldn't stand it anymore.

Sighing, he pushed aside the crowd and walked over, and pinched Yang's Renzhong acupuncture point hard.

Yang groaned and jumped up from the ground, looking for Yang Ruoqing in the crowd with red eyes.

He was stopped by the shopkeeper of the medical hall.

"Please do me a favor, if you want to make a fuss, go outside and make a fuss on the street, Yihechun still has business!"

Mrs. Yang ignored the shopkeeper and was still looking for it.

Yang Ruolan stood up and grabbed Yang's arm: "Mother, I want to go back, take me back!"

Yang looked at Yang Ruolan, whose face was full of tears and seemed to faint at any moment, and closed her eyes in pain.

Before leaving, she cast a gouged look at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang gritted her teeth and said, "Fatty girl, I'm not done with you about this matter, just wait for me!"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged her shoulders: "Cure your daughter's internal disease first, and then come and fight with me!"

Yang fell backwards angrily.

The mother and daughter fled in embarrassment amidst the pointing and pointing of the crowd.

In the lobby, the crowd of spectators gradually dispersed.

Yang Ruoqing turned her gaze away, curled her lips: "Fighting with my aunt? Kill me!"

Luo Fengtang also frowned, and persuaded her: "That kind of people don't have the slightest morals, Qing'er, you don't need to get angry with them."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I treat them as farts, and they will be gone!"

Luo Fengtang: "..."

"Tang Yazi, let's go too!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Luo Fengtang asked: "Didn't you just say you were going to sell Musk?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Just find out the price, and you don't have to sell this clinic."

After being disturbed by Yang's mother and daughter, she was also a little tired, and her interest in doing business with Yi Hechun was also greatly reduced.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Well, then we will sell it next time, let's go!"

The two were just about to leave when a carriage galloped over from there and stopped abruptly in front of the Yihechun Gate.

The driver of the car took a six or seven-year-old boy down from the carriage, and hurriedly ran towards Yi Hechun.

Behind him, a servant girl helped a well-dressed but dusty woman, stumbled and followed in.

"Old doctor, hurry up, save my young master!"

The guy entered the door, looked around the lobby, and then hurriedly ran towards the old man over there.

The old man was grabbing medicine with him, seeing this situation, he hurriedly came out from behind the counter.

"Come here quickly."

He then led the clerk and the unconscious little boy into a consulting room on the left.

"What's the matter, little boy?"

While taking the child's pulse, the old man opened his eyelids and asked.

At this moment, the woman following behind also came.

Hearing the old man's question, the woman said with a pale face, "We came from the county seat. Halfway there, my son said he was flustered and bored. I asked the man to hurry up so that we could rest in the town. We haven't arrived yet." Suppressing the mouth, he said that he had angina in his chest again, and he fell unconscious after a while..."

After the woman finished speaking, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing, her face clouded with sadness.

The maid on the side was also full of anxiety, "Old doctor, please save my little master..."

Hearing this, the old man tore open the hem of the little boy's clothes and stroked his heart.

A pair of gray brows became more and more wrinkled.

Immediately, he withdrew his hand and told one of the clinic staff, "Quickly, go to the backyard and cook a bowl of reassuring soup."

The doctor at the infirmary turned and left.

Here, the woman anxiously asked the old man: "Old doctor, how is my son?"

"Judging from Mr. Ling's symptoms, it seems that this heart disease has been going on for some time. It is not easy to completely eradicate it, and it needs to be suppressed with pills for a long time. This trip must be caused by the fatigue of the road and the bumping of the carriage."

The woman nodded, her voice choked with sobs: "My son was young and weak, and this heart disease was brought out from the mother's womb! Before he learned how to eat, he was already drinking medicine..."

"Ma'am, don't cry, the young master is auspicious, he will definitely get better."

The servant girl persuaded her in a low voice, and then handed the woman a silk veil to wipe away her tears.

The woman wiped away her tears and asked the old man, "Old doctor, when will my son wake up?"

"After drinking the reassuring soup, you should wake up. But—"

Before the woman could let go of her heart, she was immediately tightened.

"But what?" She asked in a trembling voice, "Old Doctor, please tell me the truth!"

Before the old man had time to tell, in the backyard, a clerk from the clinic brought a bowl of concoction.

"Here comes the peace of mind soup!"

The old man took the reassuring soup, and the woman and maid helped the little boy to half sit up from behind.

The child's face was as pale and transparent as paper, but the corners of his lips were black and blue, and his eyes were closed tightly.

The old man fed him the reassuring soup with the spoon, and the corners of his lips were tightly closed.

Forcibly pried open his mouth to pour the medicine juice in, but the yellow-brown medicine juice overflowed from the corner of his mouth in an instant.

"Why can't I pour it in? What should I do?"

Seeing that the concoction in the bowl was about to bottom out, and the child still didn't drink even a drop, the woman cried out anxiously.

The old man frowned, put down the bowl and stood up.

"Look at the situation, it's not good!"

When the woman heard this, her face turned pale.

Her legs went limp and she almost slipped to the ground, but fortunately the maid helped her up.

"Old doctor, you must save my son! Please!"

She wanted to kneel down to the old man and was held by the old man.

"Ma'am, listen to me."

"This reassuring soup is just a stopgap measure to let Young Master Ling breathe a sigh of relief. But judging from the current situation, Young Master Ling is seriously ill this time, and the reassuring soup is useless. The only way right now is to let him take it. Symptomatic pills, otherwise, the longer the time, the more life is in danger!"

He then asked again: "What kind of medicine does Master Ling usually take at home to suppress it?"

The woman thought for a while.

"Musk Baoxin Pill."

She went on to say: "The shopkeeper Wang of the county medicine store is a family friend with my master, and he prepared the pills by himself!"

The old man nodded: "Then you have to take the Musk Baoxin Pill to suppress it."

Hearing this, the woman was even more mournful.

"This time we saw that we had only been out for three days, and his condition was still stable, so he didn't bring the Musk Baoxin Pill with him! What should we do now?"

The old man let out a long sigh, looking helpless.

The woman thought of something, and hurriedly begged: "Old doctor, why don't you help us prepare some Musk Baoxin Pills? Please!"

(End of this chapter)