Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"My son sent it to you very well, and the result is that the more you are getting more and more serious, the quacks of you, today you have to cure me." Our family of three died in front of your shop."

"Everyone came to comment, I was dyed cold in the past few days and sent it to the Peace Hall to treat the doctor here. Who knows it has become like this, oh... my son..."

"Big brother and sister-in-law, let's go in and say okay? Your son is indeed cold, and our doctor is also giving him a cure for the cold soup..."

"You are a group of dogs, and you are still arguing, and Laozi has smashed your shop..."

There are two pharmacies in Datong Town. Ling Jingxuan chose Ping Antang, which is not far from the fish market. When the father and the son walked close to the Ping'an Church, they saw the three-storey and three-storey people outside, and they also heard crying from time to time. The voice of the cursing, Ling Jingxuan’s eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, looking down at the little buns with red face and sweating, wondering if they want to go to another drugstore, but the medicine is on the other side of the town, they have been shopping for a long time, I have been tired and hungry for a long time, let alone the two buns, that is, his body, which is weaker than Lin Daiyu, cannot support it.

"Hey, are they doing it?"

The little buns pulled his hand and asked his eyes and curiously.

“Children are so curious about so much?”

I think that I must have a medical accident with my ass. Ling Jingxuan has no interest in it, and I will not let the little buns do nothing. I just want to buy medicine and go back to meet with Ling Jingpeng.

The little buns pick up the little mouth and are unhappy, bowing their heads, people are not asking, oh, the most hated!

"Hey, I am small, or you tell me to buy medicine, can I go in and buy it?"

Seeing that his brother is not happy, Ling Wen tightened his hand and said to his family.

"No, the money bag is for me, you are waiting for me with my brother, I will come out soon."

Look at his sweaty little face, Ling Jingxuan decisively shook his head and refused, preferring to squeeze in and not bear with his little buns to suffer the sin.

"okay."

I wondered if I couldn’t spend money in the pharmacy. Ling Wen gave him the money bag with a little hesitation, and silently took the small steamed buns and sat down next to the shady eaves to make sure they should not have something afterwards. Ling Jingxuan just bite his teeth and squeeze into the crowd.

"Dog quacks, Lao Tzu licked your sign..."

"Big brother, don't be excited..."

"Being home..."

At the entrance of Ping'an Hall, a stout man dressed in shorts squatted into the shop with his **** and saw it. Several of Ping'an's buddies and the shopkeeper all rushed to stop him, and the woman behind him cried his eyes. They are swollen, and the heads are like ghosts. On the ground not far from them, a child who looks like a child of seven or eight years old is lying on a wooden board. The appearance is no longer visible because his face is green and his head is swollen. Like the bull's head, almost nothing is left hanging, and you can be fart at any time.

Big wind?

Ling Jingxuan, who squeezed into the crowd to see the situation, frowned his brows. He saw the symptoms of the boy at a glance. The big head wind, commonly known as the big head rickets, occurred in the winter and spring seasons. It was caused by the lack of human righteousness and the invasion of wind and heat venom. It is no different from the general cold. If the treatment is treated with Chengqi Decoction, the condition will be more serious and it will be more contagious. It belongs to the scope of the plague. The question is, how can people infect the big wind at this time?

Thinking about the little buns waiting for him outside, Ling Jingxuan decisively conquered the messy thoughts in his heart, lifted his feet and bypassed the group of people who had been playing, and went into the pharmacy. However, there was no one in the shop, he was rich. I couldn't buy anything, but I couldn't help but sigh. Ling Jingxuan turned again. The sight of the crowd was wearing a robes. It looked like a 40-year-old man, thinking that he should be the treasurer. Ling Jingxuan didn't want to leave. The past.

"The treasurer, I want to buy medicine."

Pull him, Ling Jingxuan went straight to the subject, but in this case, who is still in the mood to do business? The shopkeeper turned back and said: "Go and go, I will not sell medicine for the time being."

"I want to buy medicine!"

Grabbing his hand and exerting force slightly, Ling Jingxuan was so stubborn and stubborn.

"I said how you are this person? Didn't see if I was busy, how can I be in your business?"

Smashing his hand fiercely, the shopkeeper turned back to be a stink, the high-pitched voice penetrated the crowd, and the group of people who were screaming were temporarily quieted down. Everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but turn to Ling Jingxuan. There was anger and doubt. More is the ridicule of the passers-by, from the beginning to the end, no one really cares about the boy lying on the ground.

"Get out of the way, I want to marry the sign of this **** quack..."

The first to go back to God's stout man, and to pick up the gimmick, seeing the fierce battles to be staged again, the silence caused by Ling Jingxuan seems to be short-lived, many people are excited to wait for the good show, but this time, the shopkeeper Ling Jingxuan, who was open, ignored the battle in front of him and walked slowly to the boy to take the pulse for him. He opened his pupil and tongue and looked at it: "The fever is cold, the head is red and swollen, the throat and the ear are swollen. Even the lower jaw neck, red tongue yellow, slippery pulse, is a typical symptom of big head lice, and you don't want to die when you die."

The cold voice seemed to carry the power of the peace of mind, and it was gently and clearly passed into everyone's ears.

"Drink... plague?!"

"Scorpio, it is actually a plague..."

"The plague..."

At first sight, it was a plague. The crowds were stalking and smashing. One face was full of fear and disgust. The ancient medical technology was backward. The plague was often accompanied by death. From the emperor to the ordinary people, it was basically talking about the twilight. Change, the former crying woman and the noisy stout man slammed down to the ground, even the pharmacy's shopkeepers were instantly pale, and everyone seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.

"Wow... my son...oh..."

After a while, the woman sitting on the ground suddenly cried and cried. The stout man was also a sad face. The crowds no longer watched the drama, and they looked like a piece of paper, fearing that they were infected.

"This little brother, you know both the illness and the prescription?"

Or the pharmacy treasurer has insights, and once he rushed to Ling Jingxuan, he was rushing to Ling Jingxuan, and the plague was over. People were sent to him from the beginning. Once he died, he could not get rid of the relationship. The fate of Pingtang can be all It’s on the top, and although the front is ruined, the young man with a patch does not seem to be reliable.

"Little brother, **** doctor, beg you to save my son, beg you..."

Upon seeing it, the woman who was crying slammed down to his feet and grabbed his leg and pleaded. At this time, the male and female donation had disappeared into the clouds, and the woman’s eyes only had a son. Life.

"God doctor, beg you to save my son, he is only seven years old, have not grown up, beg you!"

The man also slammed in front of him, and the rough and savage national character face was still full of tears.

"Save a man's life and win a seven-level floating squad. You can save and save the blasphemy. How sorry this child is..."

"That is, since the cause can be diagnosed, it should be able to save people..."

"Little brother, you will save this child..."

"Poorly, so small..."

The onlookers who are far away from you are talking about the words of me. There are really poor children, and there are also cynicism. The sounds of all sorts of miscellaneous are all intertwined. Almost everyone’s eyes are on the always indifferent Ling Jingxuan. .

"Hey? Is this what you are?"

Because the crowd was scattered, the small buns holding hands were easy to squeeze in and see the situation inside. The two buns couldn't help but curiously look at their own homes, and they will walk towards him.

"do not come!"

Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly stopped, and the children were weak, and he did not want them to get the disease.

“Hey?”

The two buns reflexively stopped, but they didn't wait for them to ask questions. Ling Jingxuan resisted the temper and said: "Hey, Xiaowen, you first take Xiaowu to wait outside, you are fine, I will follow the details later. You said."

"Well, then you are going to hurry, and the younger uncle should be anxious later."

Ling Wen nodded obediently, holding a small buns to turn around, the crowd automatically let a road, until they determined that they had left the danger zone, Ling Jingxuan only exhaled a deep breath.

"Zongzi, beg you to save me, you also have children, how can you bear such a small child... I beg you to be a son, I will give you a hoe..."

"Please save the tiger, I am willing to give you a cow to answer the horse, ask you a doctor..."

The child’s parents whispered in front of him and gave him a hoe. Ling Jingxuan turned his eyes in a powerless way and bent over to raise them: “Don’t cry, cry again, he really didn’t save.”

At the beginning, since he was in charge, it would definitely be shot, just... who would dare to speak to him?

"Thank you for the doctor, thank you for the doctor..."

Hearing the words, the couple both gave him a gimmick, Ling Jingxuan was speechless, his face sank, and he said coldly: "You want him to die and continue to swear!"

In the past life, he was smashed out of the door by a dozen people in Lingjia. Who stood up and managed? In this life, the original master and the two buns are innocent, who has helped them say a word? What is the life and death of others, and what is it with him? If the age of the child made him think of a small buns, he was anxious to buy medicine, and he was too lazy to take care of this.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The couple got up and Ling Jingxuan turned back to the shopkeeper: "Prepare a clean room, the child will stay here for the time being."

"Yes, please, please."

At this time, even if he said that the cow was flying in the sky, no one dared to refute, the treasurer was too busy to agree, and nodded like a garlic to greet him into the shop, the clever guy had already ran to the back of the pharmacy, and the big man holding the child was also step by step. Behind them, Ling Jingxuan did not polite with them. When he entered the shop, he went to the desktop where the doctor was sitting. He picked up the brush on the table and looked at it. After all, he still didn't write, why? It's very simple, because he won't use a brush, the word can be written, and others can be recognized.