The ghost-faced medical concubine of Lord Hanqing

Chapter 263 Ruthless Doctor (1)

"Zi Ge, where are you going?" Feng Zige stopped and stopped along the way, and Mo Linhan did the same, and the two always kept a certain distance.

Finally, Feng Zige walked into an extremely dilapidated courtyard, but Mo Linhan didn't go in when he walked at the door of the small courtyard with doubts, but wandered back and forth at the door for a long time, and finally he thought A heartfelt good way.

The dilapidated courtyard always had a lot of leftovers from broken walls, so Mo Linhan randomly found a low courtyard wall, stood there and looked into the courtyard.

At a glance, the desolation in the courtyard will chill everyone's heart. How can people live here?The so-called houses are nothing more than broken walls and a few roofs. It is even hard for Mo Linhan to imagine what these people will do if it rains or snows.

There were crowds of people everywhere in the not-so-small courtyard. Those people were dressed in shabby clothes and their bodies were miserable, but among this group of people, there was a person in white walking back and forth among them.

She didn't dislike those dirty poor people at all. She took their pulse and diagnosed them, and there were many black palm prints on the white clothes.

Seeing Feng Wuqing like this, Mo Linhan was moved a lot in his heart, this kind of woman was the one he wanted.

Then he saw Feng Wuqing squatting in front of a dirty old man, the old man was dying, and the crying woman next to the old man was pulling a little boy who was also dirty, begging Feng Wuqing: "Please , please save my husband, please.”

While begging, the woman's forehead hit the ground fiercely, and bright red blood gushed out of her forehead because of too much force.

Just when the woman was about to kowtow again, Feng Wuqing had already stopped her: "Go get some hot water, I guarantee that your husband will be fine."

After saying this, her attention was once again focused on the dying old man, and the movements of her hands did not stop.

In fact, most of these sick poor people are not serious illnesses, just because they have no money to treat them, but any minor illness will no longer be a minor illness after many years.

It's like the old man in front of me, who obviously just has a little typhoid fever, but because there is no money for treatment, and the weather has turned cold this season, the typhoid fever has worsened, so in just a few days, a strong man is already dying. It's not that she came here tonight. In just two days, this person will probably go to heaven.

"Is the hot water coming?" The old man's lips were chapped due to the heat, so now he must drink more hot water to keep his body hydrated.

Just after Feng Wuqing finished speaking, an old cup with a corner missing was put into her hand. Such broken cups can be seen everywhere in this poor kiln, so Feng Wuqing didn't see any difference in her eyes.

Of course, just drinking water is not enough, she took out a homemade antipyretic pill from her bosom and stuffed it into the old man's mouth, then helped him to drink the hot water in the cup slowly.

"Auntie, your husband is fine, it's just caused by the wind and cold. Just take some medicine and rest well. I will send someone to bring the medicine tomorrow. You don't have to worry too much." Feng Wuqing's voice was as cold as ever, but in this Time but no one minds.

In the eyes of many poor people, she is like a living Bodhisattva, saving people from fire and water.

"Get up." Helping the person kneeling in front of her up, Feng Wuqing was about to continue to treat the next person, but the moment she turned around, she felt dizzy.

(End of this chapter)