concubine ghost doctor

Chapter 725

Su Liuli on the side looked at this woman who appeared out of nowhere and wore a simple goose yellow dress. The other person looked about the same age as herself, probably about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure and a cute doll. The face is set against those big piercing eyes, and the fair skin is as smooth and delicate as cream. This person looks like he loves to smile, and he is objective. From time to time, two small dimples are exposed, and the whole person looks very energetic.

But what interested Su Liuli even more was that she was carrying a medical box on her shoulders that only a doctor would carry with her.

"For you? How do you plan to deal with it? Let your son be tortured by wind and cold when he was alive, and not give him a proper burial after death, but also torture him? Let him not be reincarnated in the underworld? You can do this Mother's?" Coriander stood in front of the mother, holding her own medicine box with one hand, and the dead child in the other.

"I, I..." The mother who was kneeling on the ground faltered twice, and finally burst into tears with her face covered.

There was a flood in her house, and the old mother at home was directly killed in the torrential water. Her husband was also beaten to death while grabbing food with others on the way. Now only she and herself, a one-year-old, are left Her son, now that her son is dead, she doesn't want to live anymore.

Thinking like this, the mother who was kneeling on the ground stretched out her hand and took a sharp stone next to her and threw it on her head, which shocked the refugees who were watching the excitement.

But at this time, the city gate suddenly became lively.

Everyone turned their heads to look at it. It turned out that the people who gave the porridge came pushing the bullock cart. Although the excitement was beautiful, it couldn't fill their stomachs. These refugees rushed directly to the city gate with the bowls in their hands.

For a moment, there were only Xian Xian holding the dead baby in her hand, the mother kneeling in the puddle, Su Liuli, An Yue, and the coachman.

"Are you going to kill your son if you die?" Xianxian kicked the big stone out of her hand and threw the dead baby to her: "Take your son, let's go together Find a place to bury him properly, if you committed suicide because of your son, wouldn’t it mean that your child will be burdened with a sin, and he will go to hell and not be reborn.”

While talking, Xianxian casually paid attention to the woman in front of her, watching her carefully holding her child, her body trembled visibly after hearing her last few words, obviously she heard her words in her heart up.

Tightly holding the child in her arms who was already out of temperature and out of breath, the woman gave Xian Xian a loud head-knock, her voice choked up: "Thank you girl."

"Thank me, why, since I don't need my help with the burial, promise, this is for you." Xianxian opened the cloth pouch tied around her waist, took two steamed buns from it, wrapped them in paper, and put them together with some money. Handing it to her, Xian Xian moved very quickly, and almost at the moment of squatting, she rudely stuffed the paper bag into the mother's large and ragged coat. The other refugees were queuing up to receive the food with their backs to them. No one noticed their movements.

"Thank you, thank you benefactor." The mother repeatedly kowtowed to the coriander.

(End of this chapter)