Cute little peasant girl: Love me through the family group!

Chapter 287 You Are a Blackmailer!
After treating the wound, Yaya took the old woman's pulse again.

The pulse showed that the old woman was just suffering from blood deficiency, which meant that the old woman was in good health, and she only needed to rest and replenish blood in the future.

Yaya withdrew her hand, and the old god said on the ground: "Her injury is no longer a problem. I will prescribe some medicine for her, and she will recover as usual after a good rest."

As soon as the voice fell, there was silence around, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then there was a burst of ridicule.

"Little lady, the old man hasn't woken up at all. If you say she's fine, then she's fine? She's a good braggart at such a young age."

"That's right, I don't know who I learned a little bit of medical skills from, just put in these two needles and say that I cured the person."

"The old man's blood has stopped, but he can't wake up! Is he cured?"

Some people directly said to the man without fear of death: "Brother, you should find the master in the courtyard to make an appointment for a ritual."

"..."

Good men and women, the more they talk, the more they go too far
"Namo Amitabha--"

Master Wu Chi chanted the Buddha's name, and the condemnation around him became quieter.

These people couldn't understand it, but Master Wu Chi could see it clearly, the old woman was indeed out of danger.

The person he was unable to save, but the little benefactor in front of him brought him back to life with ease.

Master Wu Chi was amazed.

He had already admired this little benefactor's neat way of dropping the needles and its extraordinary effect, but what surprised him even more was the gold-creating medicine that the old woman applied to her wounds.

Master Wu Chi took a step forward and carefully inspected the old woman's wound. There was no blood on the surface of the wound, and the wound contracted and healed visibly with the naked eye.

This Jinchuang medicine is really a miracle medicine!

Master Wuchi looked at Yaya, wondering whether this gold-chuang medicine was made by the little benefactor, or passed down from her family?

The reason why Wu Chi's master gave him this dharma name is to hope that he can let go of his obsessions.

But after decades of practice, he is still an idiot, not only a chess idiot, but also a drug idiot.

The year before last, two magic medicines, Ginseng Zaizao Pill and Dahuoluo Pill, appeared in the capital, which made Master Wu Chi obsessed for a long time, but his talent in medicine was limited, and he couldn't figure out the ingredients of the pills at all.

Now that he met the miraculously effective Jinchuang medicine, his infatuation was once again aroused.

Master Wuchi asked for the medicine, "I wonder if the poor monk can ask the little benefactor for some gold-chuang medicine? Just give a little."

Yaya thought for a while and said, "Okay, you can pack it with something. But you can only pack a little bit, and the rest of the medicine has to be left for the old man to change."

"Okay. Amitabha, the poor monk thanked the little benefactor."

With Master Wuchi's interruption, the faithful men and women who watched did not dare to speak nonsense anymore.

Even Master Wu Chi asked for the medicine, which means that the medicine really stopped the old woman's blood, no matter whether the little lady has real skills or not, the medicine is really good.

The old woman's son also reacted: Great!It seems that his old lady is not going to die!It's just... why is his mother still unconscious?
The man hesitated and asked: "Little lady, is my mother really okay?"

Yaya nodded, and said as a matter of course: "Of course, why should I lie to you?"

It's not that the man doesn't believe it, but he just doesn't feel at ease. He continued to ask, "But...but why isn't my mother awake?"

Yaya is speechless, let alone an old man who has lost so much blood, even if the injured is the young and strong son of an old woman, who lost too much blood and his life is hanging by a thread, even if the bleeding is stopped in time to save a life, it is impossible to be alive immediately Open your eyes and jump.

Lethargy is the automatic repair of body functions.

Better to be asleep than awake now.

but……

Yaya rolled her eyes and said, "Judging from the old man's current physical condition, falling asleep is more conducive to recovery than waking up. Even so, you want your mother to wake up now?"

Waking up the old woman is very simple, she did not choose to wake up the old woman for the sake of the old woman's health.

I didn't expect that someone would question her medical skills because of this.

In fact, she doesn't have to prove her medical skills to these people, but if the patient's family chooses to wake up the patient, that's another matter.

The man thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Please ask the little lady to wake up my mother."

Not being able to see his mother wake up with his own eyes, the man was still a little uneasy after all.

He had heard of people who had broken their heads and were not dead, but unconscious, as if they were the living dead.

If his mother really becomes a living dead, it's better to deal with the funeral directly.

Since it was the request of the family members of the injured, Yaya gave another injection to wake up the old woman.

Now, everyone completely believed that Yaya really saved the old woman.

These people are also shameless. They were still criticizing Yaya before, but now seeing that she really saved people, they began to praise her again.

Although Yaya likes to hear compliments from others, what she likes are sincere compliments from others.

Whether it's slander or praise, what these grasshoppers said was deaf to her, and she didn't even bother to listen to it, let alone distract her mind.

Ignoring the murmurs beside her ears, Yaya looked at the man and said, "I'll prescribe a medicine for you. Go back and drink it for your mother for seven days, and you should be able to recover almost."

"Okay! Thank you, little genius doctor!" The man changed his words courteously, and asked the monks in the monastery to borrow the Four Treasures of the Study.

After getting the prescription, the man's eyes kept staring at the Jinchuang medicine in Yaya's hand. This is the magic medicine that even Master Wu Chi begged for!
He just heard from the little genius doctor that the rest of the medicine will be left for his mother to change it.

Seeing that the little genius doctor didn't take the initiative to hand over the magic medicine, the man was a little impatient, Qiqi Ai said: "Little...Little genius doctor, you...are you leaving this bottle of medicine for my mother?"

Yaya shook the medicine bottle in her hand and said, "Five taels of silver."

"Ah?" The man didn't realize all of a sudden, didn't he mean medicine?Why are you talking about money again?

Yaya smiled and said, "I mean this bottle of medicine sells for five taels of silver."

The man shouted in disbelief: "What! Five taels of silver! You are extorting people! Five taels of silver can buy a dozen Jinchuang medicines in the pharmacy!"

Not to mention five taels of silver, he didn't even want to give it five cents!

His old mother fell to the foot of the mountain, and he didn't bring her back to the capital for treatment, not because of the long distance, but mainly because he didn't want to spend money.

It is true that he is filial to his mother, but it is also true that he is stingy.

Master Wuchi's medical skills in Baima Temple can only be considered fair, but he does not charge money for the treatment of the common people, but also gives medicines. This is how the reputation of Xinglin Master spread.

The man just rushed to find Master Wu Chi to see a doctor for free, so he carried his old lady up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, Master Wu Chi couldn't cure his mother, it was the little lady who was asking for money in front of him who saved his mother.

The man thought angrily, this little lady would never get a penny from him.

Yaya felt displeased, and said coldly, "How can my medicine be compared to those ordinary medicines in pharmacies?"

(End of this chapter)