Chapter 292

Pang Yi's heart was cold for a long time. He knelt on the ground and looked at the pinhole with pus. For a long time, he suddenly held Lu Lang's hand and begged: "Lu Lang Zhong! You can think of another way! Please! As long as you can cure my father's leg, twelve thousand silver snowflakes will be sent to your house immediately! Please! "

"It's not about silver!" The doctor Lu looked at pangyi impatiently, but felt that he was very pitiful. Now he slowed down his voice. "I've seen a lot of things like him. Ningguta has never been short of rich landlords, but it's even less crippled. Once upon a time, there were those who had less symptoms than him and were also tortured. I've seen them and treated them with my own hands The best medicine was kept, but it only lasted for ten years, and then it completely collapsed on the bed, let alone him. It's impossible. However, since you can get 10000 liang of snow silver, why don't you stay in another place without accommodation? Why do you have to stay in ningguta and watch your legs fail? "

At that time, Pang Yi stopped talking. He looked at the swollen knee in front of him, and looked up at Zhong Mingwei, who was also silent. His lips trembled for a few times, and then he whispered: "sir..."

"Is there really no cure?" Zhong Mingwei, who was silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth, looked at the doctor Lu, and tried to suppress his fear. "I don't want to recover, as long as I can stand up, I don't care about the limp, I can walk."

"This gentleman, why can't you understand?" Lu Lang frowned and explained to him, "if you can lie on your legs like this, don't sit. If you can sit, don't stand, don't walk. If you move, there will be pus in your knees. Then you can only hurt your body. Now you can see that the knee is just swollen. In fact, I don't know how serious the injury is here. Where can the skin stand for years and months of pus Bubble? If you want to... "

"Pang Yi," Zhong Mingwei abruptly cut off the words of Lu Langzhong and said to Pang Yi in a deep voice, "send Mr. Pang down the mountain."

"Yes!" Pang Yi is in a hurry. He grabs Zhong Mingwei's hand and whispers, "Lu Lang Zhong is the best doctor in the city. If..."

"I said take him away!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly shook off Pang Yi's hand. He pointed to the landing doctor with clenched teeth. At the same time, he swore, "what kind of doctor is he! Can't even see a disease! What kind of a doctor?! It's just a bully! "

"Farewell!" Doctor Lu was so angry that his white beard was shaking. At the moment, he didn't care about pangyi holding the medicine chest directly, so he left without hesitation.

"Lulangzhong! Doctor Lu! " Pangyi hurriedly gets up from the ground and chases out in a hurry.

The old doctor has a big temper. He can't come anyway. Pang Yi can't help but send people down the mountain.

……

In the bedroom.

Zhong Mingwei, who had been sitting rigidly on the Kang, suddenly fell back on the Kang. The light through the window paper was so dazzling that he pulled the quilt and covered his head.

For a long time, there was a man's hoarse cry in the quilt. Two hands clenched their fists and beat the Kang severely. At last, the cry stopped gradually. He calmed down gradually. He reached out and pulled Wu's cotton pants in the quilt. He folded the black cotton pants in his arms and buried them. Before long, Wu dried the cotton pants , it's wet again.

Zhong Mingwei has never been so desperate. He has never been so desperate, whether he knelt year after year before empress Zhen Xian's throne or was beaten into the patriarchal clan by his father.

Once upon a time, it was also on the Kang and in the quilt. He and his little girl had such a happy life.

"Girl, don't Don't take it off... "

"I'm hot It's up to you, not to others. "

"Girl, wait When I'm well, I'll touch you... "

……

The sweet words of the past still linger in his ears. Zhongmingwei only thinks that every word has its own heart. He is biting the corner of his cotton padded trousers, trying to hold back his unpromising tears, but the tears are more and more like the flood of the dike.

He's hopeless. He's really hopeless.