Group favorite Xiao Fubao: My father is nine thousand years old in Dongchang

Chapter 123 Little Hope of Healing
Why is this?

It's a pity that she doesn't have the good eyes of Grandpa Gourd, otherwise she would know what kind of anger it is.

County magistrate Hu frowned when he saw that there were children here, but he didn't say anything.

He bowed his hands to Mr. Mo, with a very respectful attitude, "May I ask that you are Doctor Mo, can my son still be saved?"

Mr. Mo withdrew his hand, "If I had come here ten days earlier, maybe I could still be saved. There is little hope for a cure now, but I will do my best."

That is to say, there is no help!

The steward breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of something, and looked nervously at magistrate Hu.

"master?"

The previous few doctors were all beheaded by the master for saying this.

"Master, you have to calm down. Mr. Jiang already knows about your murder of the doctor. If you let him know, he won't let it go!"

County magistrate Hu's face was livid.

Mianmian sensed that he might make a move, so she stood beside the master in a hurry, with the stone in her hand ready at all times.

If the villain dared to touch the master, Mian Mian would beat him to pieces.

County Magistrate Hu looked down at the little girl, such a delicate girl, somehow the anger in her mind dissipated.

Mr. Mo didn't seem to notice anything. After thinking for a moment, he quickly pricked the boy's body with silver needles. With a flick of his finger, all the silver needles shook.

Mianmian was instantly attracted, and couldn't care less about guarding against the big villain.

"Master, you are amazing! How did you make the silver needle move?"

Mianmian saw Grandpa Gourd used it in a dream before, and she felt very powerful.

Mr. Mo wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and explained: "This is qi. First, gather the qi and condense it, let the qi go along the acupuncture point, and the silver needle will naturally move."

Mr. Mo knew that Mianmian had written down all the acupuncture points, "You have written down the acupuncture point map, and I will teach you how to insert the needle in a few days."

"Okay, Mianmian will definitely study hard."

County magistrate Hu looked at the silver needle on his son, and for some reason felt that the doctor in front of him was an expert.

County magistrate Hu put away the coldness on his face, and bowed to Mr. Mo until the end, "My son's life is miserable, and he suddenly contracted a serious disease. Please, Doctor Mo, be merciful and save my son."

Mianmian feels that having a bad guy as a father is indeed a hard life.

Mr. Mo thought the same way, "Since I'm here, I will do my best to heal Young Master Ling."

At this time, the boy on the bed woke up, his fingers trembling, and County Magistrate Hu nervously stepped forward and held his son's hand.

"Jun Bao, don't be afraid. Dad hired a very good doctor to treat your illness. He said that you will recover soon."

Mr. Mo: "..."

Did he say it?

Mianmian: When did the master say that?
Tears were streaming from the corners of Hu Junbao's eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up forcefully, as if he wanted to comfort the Magistrate Hu, but because he had been ill for a long time, it was difficult to speak, so he could only smile gently in the end.

Seeing his son in such pain, County Magistrate Hu still wanted to comfort himself, and burst into tears, "It's dad who hurt you! Dad is sorry for you! If dad wasn't greedy for money, he wouldn't have made you seriously ill."

The steward glanced at it, and Mr. Mo and the little girl next to him coughed lightly, "Master, be careful."

County magistrate Hu didn't care about those holding his son's hand, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

Hu Junbao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, probably because of his body, before he could say anything, he passed out, "Doctor, doctor, come and see what's wrong with my son?"

"Don't worry, he just lost his strength and passed out."

County magistrate Hu thought of what he said about qi, isn't it just strength?

"Doctor Mo, please save my son, so that you can live, I will give you as much money as you want my son, and I will give you whatever you want, as long as it is what I have, even if you want me Either way."

All the doctors in Jiangling County were arrested by County Magistrate Hu to treat his son. Unfortunately, no one can tell the cause of the disease, and no one can cure him.

He was obviously a fat boy before, but in the blink of an eye he became skinny and skinny.

County magistrate Hu felt heartbroken every time he saw it. He was the one who did something wrong, so why did God punish his son?

Doctor Mo is the most powerful doctor Hu County Magistrate has seen recently, and he is the only one who can save his son now.

County magistrate Hu firmly believed that a person's language can deceive others, but his temperament cannot.

Hu Junbao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and Mr. Mo had no time to say anything, so he asked everyone to back up, leaving a place in front of the bed, and then quickly stuck a few needles in the child's body.

There are also a few large acupoints on the human body, which I dare not touch easily, and the county magistrate Hu raised his throat.

At this time, from the corner of his eye, he saw the little girl clasped her hands together, and seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"There is an injustice and a debtor. The one who did something wrong is a big villain. His son is not a villain. I hope he can escape this disaster."

Mianmian didn't know if praying was useful. Anyway, every time something happened at home, her grandmother and great-grandmother would pray like this. Often times, bad things would turn into good things.

County magistrate Hu hurriedly clasped his palms together and worshiped all the gods.

"Buddha bless, as long as my son can be saved, I am willing to lose ten years of life, no, I am willing to lose 20 years of life, I beg all the gods, I beg all Buddhas, I beg all Bodhisattvas! I must keep my son, I am just like this son."

If I knew today, why bother?

Why is it that people are about to die or their relatives are about to die before they realize it.

Why can't it be changed from the beginning?
Seeing the master praying, the steward also greeted the servants in the house, and prayed together.

"I beg all the gods, bodhisattvas, real people, and Buddhas to keep my young master safe."

The servants followed up and said: "I beg all the gods, Bodhisattvas, real people, and the Buddha to keep my young master safe."

Mr. Mo felt a little noisy, and wanted to say that it was useless to worship the gods and the Buddha, and found that his little disciple was also reciting something decently.

"..."

County magistrate Hu simply knelt down and kowtowed to a Buddha statue in the room, his forehead turned red after a while.

Grandpa Calabash floated out again at some point, "Although this person has done bad things, fortunately he has the heart to repent, but unfortunately the mistake has already been made, and it is too late to turn back."

"Master, do you mean he is going to die?"

"Did you see a little black dot inside his eye?"

Mianmian nodded, "I see, I saw it when he came in just now, and I also saw red aura and black aura alternating on his body, what is this?"

(End of this chapter)