Chapter 32

"My son sent him to you well. As a result, you became more and more serious. You quacks, if you don't cure my son today, three of us will die in front of your shop."

"Everyone comes to judge. My son was infected with wind and cold a few days ago, and he was sent to the peace hall to see the doctors here. Who knows, it has become like this, Wuwu My son... "

"Brother and sister-in-law, shall we go in and talk? Your son is indeed suffering from wind cold, and our doctor also prescribed him a decoction for wind cold... "

"You bastard quacks are still debating. I opened your shop..."

There are two medicine shops in Datong town. Ling Jingxuan chooses the Ping'an hall, which is not far from the fish market. When the father and son walk near the Ping'an hall, they can see that there are people on the inside and outside three floors outside. From time to time, there are also voices of crying and swearing. Ling Jingxuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he looks down at the small bun with red face and sweating head, and ponders whether to go to another medicine shop, but the medicine shop is the same It was spread on the other side of the town. They had been wandering for a long time. They were tired and hungry. Let alone two steamed stuffed buns, they could not support his body, which was weaker than Lin Daiyu.

"Daddy, what are they doing?"

The little bun pulled his hand, raised his head and blinked his eyes, and asked curiously.

"Why are children curious about so much?"

He wants to know that there must be a medical accident. Ling Jingxuan is not interested in taking care of it and will not let baozi meddle in his affairs. He just wants to buy some medicine and go back to meet Ling Jingpeng.

Small steamed bun pouts up small mouth son is not happy low head, the other people is not just asking, father is the most disgusting!

"Dad, I'm small. Why don't you tell me what medicine to buy and I'll go in and buy it?"

See younger brother seems unhappy, Ling Wen tightly his hand, look up to his father said.

"No, give me the purse. You and my brother are waiting for me here. I'll come out soon."

Looking at his sweaty little face, Ling Jingxuan shook his head and refused. He would rather squeeze in himself than bear to suffer his share of the crime.

"Well, all right."

Considering that his father can't spend money in the drugstore, Ling Wen hesitates a little and hands the purse to him, and silently takes the bun to sit under the shady eaves next to him. After making sure that they should be OK, Ling Jingxuan bites his teeth and crows into the crowd.

"Damn quack, I smashed your signboard..."

"Brother, don't get excited..."

"In charge of..."

At the gate of the Ping'an hall, a stout man in a short fight rushed into the shop with a hoe on his shoulder. As it turned out, several employees of the Ping'an hall, together with the shopkeeper, rushed to stop him. The woman behind him cried so much that her eyes were swollen and her hair was like a ghost. On the ground not far from them, a child of seven or eight years old at most was lying on a board I can't see it, because his face is green and his head is swollen like an ox's head. He is almost hanging with one breath. He may burp at any time.

Big head wind?

Crowded into the crowd to see the situation of Ling Jingxuan frown, a glance to see the boy's symptoms, big head wind, commonly known as the big head plague, more common in winter and spring, is due to the lack of healthy human body, wind heat evil toxin invasion and formation, at the beginning and the general wind cold, if the common treatment of wind cold Chengqi Decoction treatment, the disease will be more serious, with strong infectious It belongs to the scope of pestilence. The question is, how can anyone be infected with this epidemic season?

Thinking about the small buns waiting for him outside, Ling Jingxuan decisively collected those messy ideas in his heart, lifted his feet to bypass a group of people who were fighting and went straight into the drugstore, but There is no one in the shop. Even if he has money, he can't buy anything. With a helpless sigh, Ling Jingxuan turns out again. His sight sweeps through the crowd. He looks like a man in his 40s and 50s. Thinking that he should be the shopkeeper, Ling Jingxuan walks over without thinking about it.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy some medicine."

Pull him, Ling Jingxuan straight to the theme, but in this case, who is still in the mood to do business? The shopkeeper turned back irritable way: "go to, don't sell medicine for the time being today."

"I want to buy medicine!"

Grasp his hand slightly exert force, Ling Jingxuan deep voice stubborn repeat.

"I said," Why are you like this? Don't you think I'm busy? I'm not in the mood to do your business? "

Suddenly, he threw his hand away, and the shopkeeper turned back. The high voice penetrated the crowd, and the group of people who were fighting for it were temporarily quiet. Everyone's eyes could not help turning to Ling Jingxuan. There was anger and doubt, but more of it was the jeer of passers-by. From the beginning to the end, no one really cared about the boy lying on the ground with his life hanging on the line 。

"Get out of here, I'm going to smash the sign of this bullshit quack..."

The stout man who was the first to return to his senses was to swing his hoe, and the fierce fighting was about to be staged again. The silence caused by Ling Jingxuan seemed to be a flash in the pan. Many people were waiting for the good play. But at this time, Ling Jingxuan, who was thrown away by the shopkeeper, ignored the fight in front of him and walked slowly to the boy to check his pulse, and opened his pupils and tongue coating Look: "hate cold fever, head and face swelling, throat, ear swelling and pain, even under the jaw and neck, tongue red moss yellow, pulse slippery number, are the typical symptoms of megacephalus, do not want him to die, quiet."The cold voice seems to carry the power of calming people, soft but clear into everyone's ears.

"Drink Plague? "

"My God, it's a plague..."

"Plague..."

On hearing of the plague, the onlookers jumped three feet away one after another. Their faces were full of fear and disgust. The ancient medical technology was backward, and the plague often accompanied death. From the emperor to the common people, they all talked about the plague. The crying women and the noisy strong men sat down one after another, and even the shopkeepers of the pharmacy were pale in an instant It seems that there is a dark cloud over all people's heads.

"Wow My son Wuwu... "

A moment later, the woman sitting on the ground suddenly burst into tears. The stout man also had a sad look on his face. The onlookers were not in the mood to see the play any more. They looked like paper, afraid that they would be infected.

"This little brother, since you know the disease, maybe you can prescribe it?"

The drugstore manager had insight and rushed to Ling Jingxuan immediately, regardless of the cold or the plague. People were sent to him at first. Once he died, he could not get rid of the relationship. The fate of Ping'an hall was all tied to it. Although the coarse linen clothes were in front of him, the patched young man seemed unreliable.

"Brother, doctor, please help my son, please..."

Seeing this, the crying woman rushed to his feet, grabbing his legs and pleading bitterly. At this time, the man and woman had already disappeared into the clouds, and the woman's heart was only the life of her son.

"Doctor, please help my son. He's only seven years old and hasn't grown up yet. Please!"

The man is also a Dong of a kneeling in front of him, rough black barbarian Chinese character face is still full of tears after all.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven level pagoda. If you can, save it. Look how pitiful this child is..."

"That is, since we can diagnose the cause, we should be able to save people..."

"Little brother, please save the child..."

"Poor to see, so young..."

Far away from the crowd of onlookers, you and I began to talk, there are really poor children, there are also cynical, miscellaneous voices are all intertwined together, almost all people's eyes are focused on the always indifferent Ling Jingxuan.

"Dad? What's the matter? "

Because the crowd dispersed, it was easy for the steamed buns holding hands to squeeze in. After seeing the situation inside, the two steamed stuffed buns could not help but look at their father curiously, and were about to walk towards him.

"Don't come here!"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan quickly made a voice to stop. Children's resistance was weak. He didn't want them to get that disease.

"Daddy?"

The two steamed stuffed buns stopped reflexively. Without waiting for them to ask questions, Ling Jingxuan patiently coaxed: "dear, Xiaowen, you should take Xiaowu outside to wait. Dad is OK. I'll tell you the details later."

"Well, Dad, hurry up. Uncle should be in a hurry."

Lingwen nodded obediently and turned around with a small steamed bun. The crowd automatically made way for a road. Until it was confirmed that they had left the dangerous area, Ling Jingxuan only took a deep breath.

"Young master, please help my son. You also have children. How can you bear such a small child Please, childe, I kowtow to you... "

"Please save Xiaohu. I'm willing to repay you by being an ox and a horse. Please, doctor..."

The child's parents knelt down in front of him and kowtowed to him. Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes powerless and bent down to help them: "don't cry. Cry again. He can't be saved."

At the beginning, since he was in charge of it, he would definitely take action, but Who dares to give him a chance to speak?

"Thank you, doctor..."

Hearing this, the couple made a gesture and kowtowed to him again. Ling Jingxuan was speechless. His face sank and he said in a cold voice, "if you want him to die, continue to kowtow!"

In his previous life, more than a dozen people in his Ling family were killed overnight. Who stood up to take charge of it? In this life, the original owner and the two steamed stuffed buns are so innocent. Who can help them say a word? What does the life and death of others have to do with him? If the child's age did not make him think of small steamed buns, and he was in a hurry to buy medicine, he would be too lazy to meddle in this business.

"Yes, yes..."

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

"Yes, please come in, little brother."

At this time, even if he said that the cow was flying in the sky, no one dared to refute it. The shopkeeper quickly agreed and nodded his head to greet him to enter the shop. The clever man had already run to the back of the pharmacy. The big man with the baby was following them. Ling Jingxuan didn't show any courtesy to them. He went to the doctor's desk and picked up the table The brush looked at, after all, still did not write, why? It's very simple, because he can't use a brush. It's debatable whether others can recognize the characters.