The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 212 Be a Good Man (2)
Holding her chin and thinking for a while, she approached the boy, lowered her voice and said, "Why don't you just go to Shanxia Village to find me when that bastard An Yi dies of illness. Not high, it’s always enough for you to support yourself.”

When the boy heard Su Xiazhi say 'wait until that bastard An Yi dies of illness', he couldn't help shivering.

His bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he stared blankly at her with his red eyes open for a long time, finally he shook his head and said in a tone full of despair: "Master is dead, I will accompany him ... Madam said he was a bastard, but the young master treats me well, and he is the only one in this world who treats me as a human being. If he is gone, I am meaningless to live..."

Su Xiazhi looked directly at the boy.

She thought he was still a child...

But it was this child who thought of death before his life fully bloomed!

This touched Su Xiazhi enormously.

She doesn't feel sorry for An Yi, he deserves his death!But she felt sorry for the servant from the bottom of her heart.

This young man who was sold by his parents since he was a child seems to have never felt warmth, even the instigation of people like An Yi, he feels it is warmth, which shows how lonely he lives...

Loneliness, that was Su Xiazhi's most personal experience when she first came to this world!
She has a mouth, but she can't tell the truth to anyone, she has a brain, but she can only pretend to be stupid, she has hands and feet, but she can't go far away...

She endured to live, and learned to endure the loneliness of the other world, until she met a scholar, until she had the present life.

"Doctor, I invite you to visit the doctor." With a deep breath, Su Xiazhi turned around and came to the table where the old doctor was sitting. First, he explained the situation of Yang Qiaolian and the baby to him in detail, and then took out a few banknotes to pay him. He shook his eyes: "Look, I can afford medicine."

"Healing his master's illness together?" The old doctor leaned on the table with both hands, half standing and half sitting, his posture was quite difficult.

"Cure!" Su Xiazhi nodded: "If it can't be cured, it's because your old medical skills are not good."

"You wait." The old doctor is not young, but his movements are very neat.

Hearing Su Xiazhi's words, he stood up and tidied up, and went out with a small bundle in his hand: "Shopkeeper, there are two outpatients today, don't wait for me to come back for dinner."

The old doctor and Su Xiazhi walked out of the pharmacy, and the boy standing at the door clasped his hands tightly, the envelope in his hand was crumpled, and even the dead grass was broken in half.

He looked at Su Xiazhi in disbelief.

"Look at what I'm doing, hurry up and lead the way." Su Xiazhi waved at him, and the boy woke up, and immediately chased after the old doctor to pick up the small bundle in his hand: "I'll carry it for you."

"You have a good heart, you have met a nobleman!" The old doctor let go, handed the burden in his hand to the boy, and walked with his hands behind his back, chest up and his head up: "It's also fortunate that I met this little boy." Lady, otherwise, if it takes a while, even if you have money, you won’t be able to cure him.”

The boy believed this, the young master hadn't recovered well since he was beaten up and coughed up blood, but he hung on from time to time, even he himself didn't expect to survive.

Recently, because they were dismissed by the shopkeeper of Chen Ji Butcher Shop, the income of the two of them was pitifully less, and An Yi couldn't even afford the maintenance medicine, so she had been lying in bed for several days.

The boy has nothing to do.When the master and servant were kicked out of the mansion by An Ju, they didn't take anything, and now they are at the end of their rope.He thought that if he could sell himself for a little money, then he would leave a master, since he was so capable.

If you can't sell yourself, then you can die with your master... You won't be lonely if you are with two people on Huangquan Road...

The place where they lived was not too far away, and the three of them arrived within a short time after walking.

The yard could not be any smaller. There is only a kitchen and an inner and outer room. Su Xiazhi looked around, and the bare yard was cleaned quite clean.

After entering the room, I smelled a faint scent of ink, and spread out some written paper on the table in the room to dry.

Su Xiazhi walked over to pick up a piece of small script that was written neatly on it, and couldn't help nodding: "That bastard's handwriting is beautiful."

"Let Mrs. Min laugh, this is a Buddhist scripture I copied." The boy said shyly.

"Oh?" Su Xiazhi raised her eyebrows, looked at the writing on the paper in her hand again, and found it more pleasing to the eye.

The old doctor followed the boy into the back room, Su Xiazhi put down the paper in his hand, walked to the door and stood there without going in.

The back room was so dark and gray that some things could not be seen clearly.

The boy went to the door and hung up the curtain hanging on the door frame, so that the room would be brighter.

There is a difference between men and women, and the boy knows the rules, so he didn't invite Su Xiazhi to sit in the room, so he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, there isn't even a chair in this room."

Su Xiazhi waved his hand at him, signaling him to get busy.

At this time, the old doctor had already sat sideways on the edge of the kang and was rolling up his sleeves.The little servant hurried over and opened the bag that the old doctor was carrying with him and put it aside, then took out the master's palm from under the quilt.

The old doctor took the pulse pillow and put it under An Yi's wrist, closed his eyes and stretched out his fingers to rest on his pulse...

The hand placed on the pulse pillow is just a layer of human skin on the bone, it is simply a claw!
Su Xiazhi looked up again, An Yi lying there with loose hair was like a corpse, lifeless.

He frowned deeply and slept a little restlessly, but there was no sign of waking up, and Su Xiazhi could see his eyeballs rolling under his thin eyelids.

Letting go of his wrist, the old doctor got up, opened his eyelids and looked at his mouth separately, then closed the pulse pillow: "It will take at least half a year, especially when the weather is cold, it's important not to let him catch the wind and cold again." !"

"Yes." The servant nodded hurriedly, dragged the small kang table over again, spread the paper and ground it: "Do you still have a look at the prescription you opened last time?"

The old doctor shook his head, raised his hand and picked up a pen to think about it: "The prescription last time just made him suspenseful. Now that someone is willing to help him cure his illness, this old man should naturally think about how to use the medicine."

(End of this chapter)