The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 211 Be a Good Man (1)
After coming back, they lit the fire and made tea, but this shameless Min Lansheng bought it!

Su Xiazhi saw two big and big men getting together and started bickering again, so she hurriedly drank the tea her husband handed her, and then went back to her room to sleep.

There are still many things waiting for her tomorrow, she has no time or mood to watch two men talking nonsense!
Hearing the lady went back to the house and closed the door again, Min Lansheng looked at Jiang Wen and said in a low voice: "Thank you for your help, Uncle Guo!"

"Eat, don't talk so much." Jiang Wen held the sleeves in one hand and held the chopsticks in the other, picked up the chicken butt on the plate and put it in front of Min Lansheng: "I just think it's fun."

Min Lansheng glanced at the fat and big chicken butt in front of him, stretched out his hand and threw it into Jiang Wen's bowl: "You're welcome, it belongs to Mr. Guojiu."

"Vulgar!" Jiang Wen yelled in disgust: "Just now that woman said you look like me, how are we alike!"

"My nephew just said that Uncle Guo is like me, but just like me..." Min Lansheng asked him for something, so he spoke slowly and tepidly, and he had already scolded this young and beautiful thing several times in his heart.

"You can always scold me in your heart." Jiang Wen dropped his chopsticks, reached out and grabbed the chicken butt and brought it to the scholar again.

Min Lansheng picked up the chicken butt that was sent back and forth by both sides and put it in his mouth, and ate it without blinking!

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Jiang Wen sat upright against the back of the chair, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the oil on his hands carefully, and the tone of his mouth was still light...

Going to bed late and waking up early, Su Xiazhi's face was a bit ugly.

After making breakfast early in the morning, she went to see Jiaojiao at Aunt Gao's house. She briefly talked to Gao Zhongwu and his wife about what happened at Zhou's house yesterday, and told them all the family affairs, and then went straight to out of town.

The scholar followed the evildoer but didn't know where he went.

I had something on my mind, and I was walking in a hurry. I usually thought it was a long way, but today I didn't think it would take a while.

Strolling around at the entrance of the town, seeing that the mule cart of Uncle Ba Shi, who usually does business here, was not parked here, she decided to go to the pharmacy first to ask for a doctor.

The pharmacy is right next to the town, when Su Xiazhi walked over, she found that someone had arrived earlier than her, and the thin figure standing at the door of the pharmacy looked a little familiar.

When Su Xiazhi looked at the young man, the young man was tiptoeing into the pharmacy, holding a piece of dry grass in his hand, and begging to the people inside: "Doctor, just go and have a look... I will work for you every day in the future, and I can do anything! As long as you go to see my master again..."

It’s just that no matter what he says, the doctors in the pharmacy don’t say a word. He has seen a lot of life and death, and there are old doctors who are compassionate, but they can’t save lives. It takes money to raise it, the old doctor can't save it!

Su Xiazhi took a look at the boy when he entered the medicine shop, and found that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.Still wearing the clothes of the servants of the Anfu, the Tsing Yi that used to fit well has now been worn by him with a skinny look.

The servant also saw her, and immediately came there in a daze, and raised the dry grass in his hand to Su Xiazhi's face at a loss: "Mrs. Min, you can buy me, my son is seriously ill, and I really can't afford the money to see him." ..."

Su Xiazhi's heart tightened, she stared at his hand holding the withered grass and asked, "Are you going to sell yourself in order to see a doctor for An Yi?"

"Yeah!" Seeing that she was willing to talk to him, the boy's eyes turned red. He reached into his arms, took out an envelope from it and held it to her: "Look, this is my contract of sale, it was given to me by the young master." , please buy me! Ten taels of silver..."

Ten taels of silver is a huge amount for a boy, but a person like him is not worth ten taels of silver at all...

So he didn't dare to look into Su Xiazhi's eyes when he was talking.

"Young students, it's not that the old man spoiled you by talking too much, your master can't be cured by ten taels of silver." The old doctor who was sitting still in the pharmacy like a Bodhisattva in a mud niche heard the conversation between the two outside and said calmly. I opened my mouth.

"How to say?" Su Xiazhi looked back at the doctor and waited for him to finish speaking.

The old doctor had white hair and a childlike face, and he was wearing a blue robe, neat and tidy, looking very dignified.

"That young master has been seeing a doctor here. If you say that what he has is not an incurable disease. In fact, it has been delayed for too long, so that cold, damp, heat, and dryness have hurt the lungs. 'Delicate viscera', once injured, the lungs and kidneys will be deficient in yin, the spleen will not function well, the yang will be damaged by labor, and the internal organs will be damaged..."

The old doctor spoke a lot of words eloquently, and Su Xiazhi could tell that An Yi had hurt his heart, and he didn't understand the rest at all.

When the old doctor stopped talking, she also listened straight away.

Swallowing and spitting, Su Xiazhi tentatively asked: "I heard you keep saying it's so serious, can he still live?"

"Of course!" The old doctor also stared: "Madam, are you doubting the old medical skills?"

"Then why don't you hurry up and cure him? Leng dragged him to the point of dying?" Su Xiazhi felt even more strange when he heard the old man's words. It didn't seem like he was talking nonsense. Why don't you just cure An Yi?
Su Xiazhi's blunt words made the old doctor become listless again.

He put his hands in his sleeves, lowered his eyes and said dejectedly: "I don't have any money..."

Su Xiazhi asked a few more questions before he realized that An Yi's illness was indeed not terminally ill, but his illness had already damaged his lungs, so he needed to be nourished!

The word 'nurture' can kill a person, but it takes money to buy medicine to afford it!
Thinking that An Yi has fallen into such a situation now, not to mention taking medicine for recuperation, even eating has become a problem, how can I have money to see a doctor?

The old doctor is just a doctor who sits in the pharmacy, and the pharmacy is owned by someone else. He gets a consultation fee for seeing a doctor, but he only depends on his ability to eat.

So although he has the medical skills to cure An Yi's disease, but he has no money to subsidize An Yi, so he can only watch the patient suffer until the end of the lamp burns out!
Su Xiazhi didn't like An Yi at all, and even wished that that bastard would die quickly.But she really likes the boy, a kind and honest child.

(End of this chapter)