Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 318 Susu's jealousy 4
"This..." Liu Zhifu was a little worried. "There was a five or six-year-old beggar in Qianjie who seemed to be suffering from the plague. He had been huddled in the haystack all this time, and he was discovered today. Can you please..."

"Didn't you ask people to give me medicine?" Now that the prescriptions are published, and the medicinal materials are also the burden of the imperial court, it is generally found that new patients will not come to her.

"Hey, it's just that he is dying, and he was found out too late, and the medicine can't last... The lower official looked at the child really pitifully, so he dared to ask the young master if he could be saved."

Xilingmo glanced at Su You who was still awake in the room. "take me."

"Good! Good!"

Liu Shu followed her line of sight and saw Mr. Su who fell asleep on the desk. It was said that he was the son-in-law of Prince Jin's cousin, Princess Kejing. It seemed that his brain was a little flawed, perhaps because he was always clinging to the young master in a foreign land. hold on.

People who are sick nowadays don't carry them to Liuwei Lane, but this child is a beggar with nowhere to go, so he is still placed here.

Xilingmo saw this thin child lying on the bed like a withered branch. Judging from the skeleton, he was at least seven years old, but he looked only five or six years old. He opened his eyelids, and the pupils showed signs of spreading. Xilingmo There was a thump in my heart.

"Help him up! Open his mouth and feed him some gruel first!"

This child is in a special situation. Judging from the pulse, he was injured by a heavy blow before, which made him unable to move and beg. He was probably hungry and ate unclean food, which caused the plague. Now the plague is in second place. This is what it looks like to be hungry!
"Slow down! Don't choke him!" Xi Lingmo immediately asked people to boil the medicine.

The child's vital signs were on the verge of disappearing. He had been hungry for at least seven days, which was beyond his limit. It was a miracle that he survived until now. Now it is not whether she can save him, but whether he is willing to live.

"I can't keep pouring, what should I do?"

"Young master, I can't keep pouring."

Seeing the porridge poured down the child's lips, everyone was in a hurry.

Xiling Mofeng's eyes were as thick as the night, he took the bowl from the woman's hand, and helped the child into his arms. "No need to help, you all go down."

"Yes."

After everyone in the room had almost retreated, Xilingmo twirled a silver needle and pierced his pain point, clasped his chin with two fingers, and handed the bowl of steaming porridge with the aroma of rice to his lips .

"Listen, if you don't drink it, you will die. After drinking this bowl of porridge, you will have enough strength to survive. Whether you want to live or die, it's up to you to choose now."

A child who can survive for such a long time is a strong-willed person.

The needle was given in the hope that he would be able to wake up for a moment.

The thin middle finger moved slightly, and the throat gurgled lightly.

Xilingmo's eyes were cold, and he fed him the remaining porridge in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)