Chapter 401

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Shi Qing wrapped the broken headscarf around his face again and looked up at the soldiers in front. He could see the soldiers at the checkpoint and check the pedestrians.

It's almost there.

Shi Qing looks at the bamboo basket in front of her.

Shi Qing is not a peddler entering the capital. What is in the bamboo basket is not household fruits, vegetables and rice grain, but a child wrapped in a quilt.

There is more than one child. There is one child in the front and rear baskets, one larger and the other smaller.

"Daniel, it's almost here. Hold on." Shi Qing reached out to tuck in the quilt and said to the children inside.

Without the slightest response, the child seemed to be asleep.

Shi Qing sighed and looked back behind him.

"Two cows?" He shouted.

A head poked out of the quilt, revealing a little child with a red face and big eyes blinking.

A smile appeared on Shi Qing's face.

"Sit down, let's keep going." He said.

The little boy nodded and retracted into the quilt.

Shi Qinggang is going to pick up the shoulder pole.

"This fellow." A passer-by suddenly came forward and said in a low voice, "are you going to Guanghua temple?"

The passer-by came forward, but kept a distance. His eyes swept through the two bamboo baskets before and after, and his eyes could not hide his guard.

The capital is besieged by children with acne. Nowadays, few people will bring their children near the capital, except those who already suffer from acne.

Shi Qing doesn't intend to hide it.

"Yes." He said.

The passer-by looked a little sympathetic.

"You'd better not go." He said in a low voice, looking forward with some uneasiness, "don't you know?"

I don't know Don't know what?

"I know that the miracle doctor Miss Jun is treating acne in Guanghua temple." Shi Qing said.

The passer-by waved his hand.

"It's all a lie." He said in a low voice, "the acne over there can't be cured at all."

Can't you cure it? cogged? Shi Qing looked surprised. How could it be

"Now I don't say anything there. I'm afraid you'll run around and lock up when you go." The passer-by said in a low voice, "I heard that the people who died in Guanghua temple are piled up."

Is that what happened?

Shi Qing is a little unbelievable.

"I'm not allowed to say this. The authorities in other places have begun to prohibit children with acne from going out. I'm afraid you'll run around if you don't let me say it near the capital." The passer-by whispered, with some sympathy, "go back quickly. You'll die there."

He shrunk his head and trotted away.

Shi Qing stood in the same place.

Can't it be cured? I went there to die.

He looked at the children in the bamboo basket in front of him and waited to die wherever he went. As soon as he gritted his teeth, bent over and took up his shoulder pole, he staggered forward. Although it was so terrible, Guanghua temple was also the only promising place.

After passing the checkpoint smoothly, Shi Qing asked bingding Guanghua temple with careful thought whether it could cure acne? The soldiers came to Zhuohua temple and escorted him personally.

If he hadn't met the passer-by before, Shi Qing would be grateful for the treatment, but now he just beats the drum more and more in his heart.

This is not an escort, but an escort. As the passer-by said, I'm afraid they'll run around.

Anyway, Shi Qing came to Guanghua temple with two children.

"Come here to register."

The handyman in the same clothes greeted him. He looked orderly and relaxed, not as depressed as hell on earth.

"Are you both children?" Asked a handyman.

Shi Qing shook his head.

"The big one is, the small one is not sick." He said, with a sad look, looking at his little son sitting in the bamboo basket, "their mother is gone, and there is no one else in my family. The big one is ill, and others are afraid. I have no place to send the small one, so I have to take it with me."

Otherwise, who dares to bring healthy children to this place where acne children are concentrated, it's too late to hide.

When his voice fell, he heard the sound of footsteps.

"Brother, brother." A child shouted, "where else is the bamboo pole?"

Shi Qing subconsciously saw that it was a boy of about seven or eight years old running here, perhaps because of his red face.

This is a healthy child.

Do you still use children as chores here? Shi Qing was surprised.

"Little four." The handyman waved to the child, "I'll send the bamboo pole. First take the uncle and his child in to the doctor."

The child called Xiao Si waved to Shi Qing. Shi Qing looked uneasy and picked up the burden to follow up. His eyes kept turning on the child all the way.

"How long have you been here?" He couldn't help asking.

Xiao Si walked bouncing and looked back at his words.

"More than ten days." He thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember."

More than ten days?

"Are you here to work?" Shi Qing asked again.

"Not really." Xiao Si said.

If Shi Qing wanted to ask anything else, he saw Xiao Si quicken his pace.

"Dr. Kuang." He shouted, "here comes the patient again."

A doctor came and looked at Shi Qing's geniality, smiled and said hello, and bent over to check the children in Shi Qing's bamboo basket.

"I've been ill for a long time." Dr. Kuang said.

Shi Qing nodded astringently.

"Please help the child, doctor." He choked and was about to kneel.

Doctor Kuang helped him.

"We do our best." "But you know acne is hard to cure," he said

Sure enough, Shi Qing didn't say it could be cured. Shi Qing was disappointed, but what could happen? He nodded.

"Let me see this child..." Doctor Kuang said, and went to see another bamboo basket. Eh.

"The child is not ill." Shi Qing said.

"Not sick." Doctor Kuang said, looking at the child and thinking, "you brought him too."

Shi Qing hurriedly said his difficulties, and looked at Xiao Si who was still standing aside. The more he wanted to, the more he couldn't bear it.

"Doctor, is the child who is not ill okay here?" He said.

Doctor Kuang smiled and looked at Xiao Si.

"Children who are not ill are really fine here." He said and looked at Shi Qing again. "Although we may not be able to cure the sick children, we can protect the non sick children from acne."

what?

Shi Qing is like lightning strike.

It can protect children who are not sick from acne! Really?

"Of course." Doctor Kuang smiled and pointed to Xiao Si. "He is. Not only him, but we have four children here."

It seems to be to verify his words. The children's laughter came from the inside. Shi Qing saw the four children coming out with a large basin of clothes, as if they were going to dry.

The oldest of the four children is eleven or twelve, and the youngest is only three or four years old. They run like a small tail.

"Brother, let me carry it, let me carry it."

The sound of milk and milk were ringing in my ears.

Shi Qing felt numb all over. He suddenly fell on his knees.

"Doctor, please save my child from acne." He shouted.

If you don't worry about acne in your life, this is also hope. This is hope.

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"Miss Jun."

Old doctor Feng stepped into the Buddha Hall and looked at the girl standing in front of a medicine box.

This is the vaccinia collected during this period of time.

"How's the new vaccinated child?" Miss Jun turned and asked.

Old doctor Feng nodded.

"No problem. I didn't even lie down. I got a fever yesterday and ran around with Zhou Maomao today." He said with a smile.

"Do you have any doubts?" Said Miss Jun.

Old doctor Feng shook his head.

"No more." He said.

"Then let's announce the news." Miss Jun said, standing at the door of the Buddha Hall and looking out, "it's also good for everyone to know that our Guanghua temple is not a place to kill people. It has always been a place for living people to save their lives."

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Thanks for the small tour of sunflower seeds, Bingyi in the south, md12 reward and heshibi.

Well, the plot is over.