Song Yi

Chapter 142 Bloody Stool
The home of Feng's mother and son can only be regarded as a shack, with drafts leaking from all sides, and it is as cold as an ice cave. One of the two rooms is filled with all kinds of rags that have been found.The other room is worthless except for the kang, the stove, a table with a crippled leg, and a broken box.

When he got home, Ah Da didn't take off his shoes, but fell headlong on the kang, and pulled the thin, torn cotton quilt covered with patches all over the bed to cover his head.Feng Shi wanted to grab his feet to take off his shoes, but he slipped his feet back into the quilt.

Feeling aggrieved, Feng stood there crying, secretly watching his son's reaction, seeing that his son was still curled up in the quilt and ignoring her, so he didn't bother to cry, bent down and patted the quilt:
"Ada, yesterday on New Year's Eve, our mother and I ate steamed buns. Earlier, my mother picked up a few cabbages, and now I have money. My mother went to buy some noodles and weighed two taels of pork. Today, let's make dumplings stuffed with cabbage and meat. ! Happy Chinese New Year!”

"Don't eat!" Ada said in a low voice under the quilt, "Even if I starve to death, I won't eat what you bought with the money you extorted from your benefactor!"

"You! You...!" Feng was trembling with anger, but he had nothing to do with his son.

Feng stomped her feet, picked up the basket, walked out, turned around and locked the door, took out the small ingot of silver, and thought, these ten taels of silver should not be spent indiscriminately, and must be reserved for her son to beg for his wife.

Feng first found a silver shop, exchanged the ten taels of silver into five hang copper coins and nine taels of silver, wrapped the nine taels of silver with a handkerchief layer by layer, put it on the meat, patted it, and then raised the money. I went to the vegetable market with a basket, bought two taels of pork belly, weighed a small bag of black noodles, and carried it back home.

As soon as the door was opened, Mrs. Feng was startled, and saw her son Ah Da lying on the edge of the kang, with a big puddle of black blood on the ground!

Feng threw away the basket with a bang, the flour bag was torn, the black flour was scattered all over the ground, and half a catty of pork fell into the soil. She didn't care about it, and rushed to hug her son, and asked in a trembling voice, "son Ah! What's wrong with you? Huh?"

"I... I don't know, when I was lying down, my nose started to bleed, and it all flowed to the bed... Mom, am I going to die...?"

"Bah, bah, bah! Bad spirits, bad spirits! I live a long life! Son, don't be afraid! It may be that you took off your clothes and ran in the cold wind just now, and you caught the cold evil. Don't be afraid, mother is rich. Let's go! Let's go to Huirentang to see the doctor, I heard that the doctor's medical skills in Huirentang are among the best in the capital!"

Mrs. Feng helped her son get off the bed and was helping him put on his shoes when Ah Da clutched his stomach and cried, "Mother! I..., my stomach hurts so much, I want..., I want to go to the latrine...!"

"It's so cold outside, don't catch cold, just relieve it in the toilet!"

Feng assisted his son to take off his pants and sit on the toilet. As soon as he sat down, he pulled up.

After wiping it clean and just getting up and putting on his pants, Ah Da felt dizzy, hurriedly supported the wall, and said in a crying voice, "Mother..., I..., I don't have the energy to walk..."

Feng supported her son and cried, "Mother will help you to lie on the bed for a while, and we will see the doctor when you feel better."

Feng helped her son to lie down, went to the corner and lifted the toilet to the latrine, just as she was about to empty it, she found that there was something wrong with the feces in the toilet. Looking carefully, the toilet was full of sticky black blood!

Feng yelled, threw away the toilet, staggered a few steps back, almost fell, quickly supported the latrine, collected himself, and took a look with his head again, it really was black blood!

"It's not good! The sky is going to fall!" Feng screamed like crazy and ran back to the house, "Son! Quick! God damn the thief doctor of Fuyuntang, poisoned! Your poop is full! It’s black blood! No wonder your nose was bleeding just now! It turns out that the goddamned thief doctor gave you poison instead of good medicine! I wonder if there are such kind-hearted people in the world! They’re all money-seekers Lord who does not accept fate! My son..."

As soon as Ah Da heard this, he felt dizzy, his whole body limp and paralyzed on the bed as if his muscles and bones had been cramped.

Feng's hands were in a panic, she hurriedly put her son on her back, and said in a crying voice: "Son! Don't be afraid! Let's go see a doctor! See a doctor from Hui Ren Tang! Don't be afraid! Mother is rich. What! We think highly of a good doctor!"

Feng tried his best to carry his muddy son on his back, and staggered out, not even bothering to open the door, stepping on the thick snow.Although Ah Da is only fourteen or fifteen years old, he is already half a head taller than his mother, his hands drooped from Feng's shoulders, his feet dragged all the way to the ground, and he dragged forward in the snow. .

The neighbor's family just came back from shopping outside, saw it at first glance, and ran over hurriedly and asked, "Aunt Feng, is the child sick?"

"Yes! Ah no! The goddamn Fuyuntang doctor poisoned my son's medicine! Help me, send my son to Huirentang to see the doctor!"

"Okay!" Although the neighbor is also poor, he is an enthusiastic person. He took Ah Da over, and asked his wife to invite several other neighbor men to help memorize in turn.

At this time, Feng ran home to the latrine, picked up the half bucket of black blood feces that had not been emptied, and followed a few neighbors to Huiren Hall.

Passing by the entrance of Fuyun Hall, he saw Du Wenhao sitting behind the table reading a book, this Mrs. Feng didn't say a word, and rushed into the hall with the toilet, holding the toilet to smash Du Wenhao.

As soon as she entered the door, Hu Yanzhong, the leader of the guards, became alert, and swayed to the side. With a flick of his sleeves, he swept Feng's hands, shoulders and elbows. Black feces drenched her all over.

Feng Shi didn't expect this result, he was stunned for a moment, and rushed towards Du Wenhao madly covered in feces.

As soon as she took two steps, she was stumbled by Hu Yanzhong.With a cold face, Hu Yanzhong grabbed her family and lifted them upside down, went to the door and threw them in the snow outside.

Feng got up and was about to rush in again, the neighbor said: "Aunt Feng, don't worry about this, it's important to save the child! I'll settle the score with them later!"

Only then did Feng scold in a hissed voice: "Damn it, doctor thief, poisoned my son's medicine! My son's stool is bloody! Don't try to run away! If something happens to my son, my wife's life will be lost." , just crashed to death at the door of your Floating Cloud Hall!"

As he spoke, he cursed and trotted away.

Pang Yuqin's face was so frightened that she took Du Wenhao's hand and said, "Husband, this..., what's going on?"

Du Wenhao patted her hand to comfort her, got up and walked over, looked down at the feces on the ground, smiled, shook his head, and said to Pang Yuqin: "It's okay! It's normal. Don't worry!"

With the help of neighbors, Feng carried his son to Hui Ren Tang.

It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and although Huiren Hall was open, the doctors did not sit in the hall, and they all stayed at home to celebrate the New Year.The store clerk was shocked when he heard that the child had black blood from his nose and stool after taking the medicine. Although Feng's body smelled like feces and the clerks pinched their noses, they hurried to call Dr. Zhuang and Dr. Xiao. .

Dr. Zhuang simply asked about the situation, sat down and took his pulse, and after a long while, frowned and said: "Although the child's pulse is weak and his nerves are weak, and he is addicted to lying and talking, he is conscious and there is no danger."

Feng said sharply: "Doctor! Please take a good look, my son just had blood in his stool!"

"Oh? Where's the bloody stool?"

"Here, it's on me!" Feng Shi pointed to the black feces on his body, "Look! It's full of black blood! It was all pulled by my son earlier!"

Doctor Zhuang laughed secretly, coughed twice and asked, "Your son's poop, why...?"

"It's not the guy from Fuyuntang who killed a thousand swords...! Let's not mention this, I will settle the score with them later, doctor, save my son first!"

"Save your son?" Doctor Zhuang wondered, "What is your son doing so well?"

"What's so good? There's blood in the stool! The nose is bleeding too! You still say it's good! Are you a doctor? By the way, are you afraid that I don't have money? I do!" Feng took out the money from his arms. The silver and copper coins held by the blue cloth scarf passed it over: "Here! The money is here, save my son!"

Doctor Zhuang smiled wryly, and pushed the money back: "It's not about the money. Even if you don't have money and you come to the doctor, we won't die. As I said just now, the child is sick, but not in danger. There is no need for resuscitation. It will be enough to administer medicine and recuperate."

Feng sternly said: "What are you talking about? Blood in the stool is not a crisis? How did you become a doctor?"

She moved forward covered in feces, and Doctor Zhuang backed away again and again.Dr. Xiao hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, let the old man have a look and talk about it."

Dr. Xiao sat down, focused on taking the pulse, and smiled for a moment, "Sister-in-law, the child is weak, and he had abdominal pain, intestinal knots, and persistent fever, right?"

"correct."

"Which doctor did you see?"

"Well, I don't have any money, so I just found a Ling doctor who walked around the street and gave me a penny."

"What medicine did the Ling doctor prescribe?"

"I don't know either. The prescription is with me." Feng took out a prescription from his bosom and handed it to Dr. Xiao.

Dr. Xiao glanced at it, shook his head with a sneer, and handed the prescription to Dr. Zhuang.

Dr. Zhuang saw it, and sneered: "You are a quack doctor! Your son obviously has a fever caused by intestinal knots, how can you use Taoren Chengqi Decoction? Stasis; cassia twig circulates the blood vessels; rhubarb enters the blood system, promotes blood circulation and removes stasis, and draws blood downward; this prescription is not aimed at defecation but at purging blood. If you take this prescription rashly, how can you prevent the blood from turning into stasis!" Shake your head.

Feng couldn't understand the medical bag he adjusted, and looked at Dr. Xiao: "What did he say?"

Dr. Xiao said: "That is to say, your son suffered from abdominal pain and intestinal knots. The doctor gave the wrong prescription, which caused your son's blood to prolapse into stasis, and forced his yang to prolapse. That's why he ran wildly and spoke in disorder. However, your son is now dead. There is no sign of exfoliation, so it must be some other medicine?"

"Use it! It's the medicine prescribed by the doctor who killed Qiandao in Fuyuntang. It was poisoned in it, which caused my son to bleed from the nose and stool, and it was black blood! Think about it, how vicious this doctor who killed Qiandao is! My old lady will never end with him!"

(End of this chapter)