Fast Travel: Please take care of the wronged villain from all dimensions

Xihuan didn't care whether Liu Mingzhu agreed or not. He put his hand on her pulse. Looking at her pale face, he thought she must be hanging on to her last breath. And the red marks on her neck, combined with the broken cloth strips on the beam, what else could he not understand?

Liu Mingzhu was good at observing people's expressions and she knew from Xihuan's attitude that she might know what disease she had.

She looked at Xier and said, "Xier, go to the next room first and see if there is anything valuable you can give to this girl."

Xi'er was sent away, and Liu Mingzhu looked at Xihuan: "Miss, what did you find out?"

Xi Huan pulled down her sleeves and said, "Tuberculosis."

Liu Mingzhu laughed, "The girl is really well versed in medicine."

She looked up at the broken rag on the beam, and then at her feet. "Half an hour before you came back here, I was about to hang myself, but the thing I used to hang myself was not strong enough, so I was able to survive for a moment."

She looked out the window and smiled slowly: "After you came back, I felt that I couldn't let Xier see my hanging body. It would cause great harm to her. I decided not to die for the time being."

Xihuan asked Jixiang to check the possibility of curing tuberculosis in this era, and looked at her gently, "That's natural, it will definitely cause some childhood trauma."

She seemed to remember something. "The first time I saw Xier was when she was just born. It was a hot summer day. Her mother was bathing her. When I passed by her house, I saw her father took her out of the bathtub and said he was going to throw her into the river to drown. I gave his family some money and told them I wanted to buy her and asked them to take good care of her. I would come and pick her up when she was six years old."

Xihuan looked around the room. The only thing that was intact was a pear wood carved cabinet with a photo frame on it. In the black and white photo, a young girl was sitting, and a little girl next to her was smiling brightly.

Even though she was barefoot, she was happy. The girl was sitting, and her loose Qing Dynasty Han women's clothing made her look empty, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Xihuan's eyes fell on Liu Mingzhu's three-inch golden lotus. The skirt in the photo covered her feet.

She showed a hint of ridicule. What kind of thing is this? The maid has no shoes and the lady has no feet?
Liu Mingzhu had a gentle smile on her face. "This was taken by a foreigner with a camera one year."

"It was great back then. Although it was chaotic, at least the little world in the house was safe. Later, the family I was engaged to was captured by the warlords. Later, the Japanese pirates invaded, and my parents and sisters all fled. I hope they can fly far away, even if we will never see each other again."

Xihuan looked at her and asked Jixiang, "Is it possible to cure tuberculosis in this era?"

Jixiang [I checked the rules, but there is no such thing. If the host uses some special means, it is OK, because this world allows the existence of metaphysics. The host may have to bear the backlash brought to you by history.]

Xi Huan began to pinch her fingers, concentrating her spiritual power on her fingers, and began to press several acupuncture points on Liu Mingzhu. "Although the medicine cannot cure the disease, massaging your body can at least reduce your pain."

Liu Mingzhu seemed to feel a little relieved, but the pain in her body made it impossible for her to think.

She got out of bed and walked out slowly. Xier was much more energetic when she saw her leaving the house. She ran over happily, "Miss, what are you doing..."

(End of this chapter)