The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Holding the stick in carpenter Wen's hand in both hands, he raised his head and said, "old man, if you want to fight, just hit me."

The carpenter wheezed and gasped. Don't open his face: "I don't have a big brother like you!"

"He was not..."

"Shut up! Go back! Go back Wenzhuangde roared like crazy.

Fan was so roared that she didn't dare to say a word. She bit her teeth and looked around for the guy who took advantage of her hand. She suffered a big loss and was almost killed. Can she swallow this tone?

Wen Zhuangde looked back at the carpenter, and his voice choked: "unfortunately, the third brother has no ability. When such a thing happens, the second brother has no face to live."

"Then why don't you die?"?! The elder brother is like a father. How do you treat me and the second brother? It's all right to be oppressed by this poisonous woman everywhere. We can do such things as neglecting people's lives? " Carpenter Wen blushed and his neck was thick. He tried hard to get rid of wenzhuangde.

Fan's side came out from the side and spun out a wooden spade unkempt. "I'll kill you for nothing."

Wen Ruolan's eyes widened. The fan family smashed at Wen Zhuangde!

Wenzhuangde is still begging carpenter Wen to go back. If Leng buting comes back, I'm afraid it will be.

"Be careful!" Wen Ruolan shouts out in a hurry. Carpenter Wen grabs the stick hard and throws it aside. Wenzhuangde is thrown in a somersault. Carpenter Wen raises his foot and kicks it firmly on fan's stomach.

Wen Ruolan stepped forward to hold the carpenter. It's no use fighting down. Isn't the old lady of the Wen family powerful? Then go in and ask.

"Dad."

"Don't come here! If I don't kill this poisonous woman today, the Wen family will never have peace! " Carpenter Wen has never been so fierce. His eyes are burning.

"Stop fighting! Grandma can't do it! " Wen Ruoling stumbled out of the main room, stopped between the carpenter fan and the carpenter Wen, and stretched out her hands: "you still have to think of a few lives to give up! Can you go in and see grandma? "

Carpenter Wen was stunned for a moment. He put aside his stick and ran to the main room.

Fan's eyes suddenly widened, and then he ran after him: "get out of here! Don't come into my house

Wen Ruolan followed up with a few steps, raised his hand and grabbed fan's hair. His voice was cold: "stop it, I want you to die!"

Before that, fan would swear, but when she saw Wen Ruolan, her face turned white and she didn't yell.

Wen Ruolan snorted coldly. She could see that it was useless for her family to be expelled from the clan at the beginning. Now, she was a bully who did evil under her own name.

"Mother! What's the matter with you? "

The carpenter's voice was hoarse, and Wen Ruolan didn't have time to pay attention to fan, so he stepped into the room.

"Rolan, come on, look at your grandmother." The carpenter turned back, grabbed Wen Ruolan and pulled him to the bed. His lips trembled: "spit, spit blood."

Wen Ruolan saw that old lady Wen was already thin and weak. At this time, she was more like a bone. The blue quilt covered her neck all the way, revealing her face.

At this time, his eyes were closed, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth. Beside him was a spittoon, which still smelled of blood. Obviously, vomiting blood was not a matter of two days.

"Hurry up, Rolan, hurry up." The carpenter reached out to help old lady Wen up.

Wen Ruolan quickly pressed his hand: "Dad, don't touch her first."

There are many possibilities of hematemesis. People with visceral bleeding should not disturb her body. When Wen Ruolan saw it for the first time, she already knew that the old lady was just boiling for some time. With her thin constitution and pale yellow face, she could see something without feeling her pulse.

He sighed: "Dad, there is an old ginseng at home. Go and get it."

"Good, good." Carpenter Wen turned around and knocked down the stool. He almost fell on the ground, got up and ran out.

When Wen Ruolan took out the silver needle, he hesitated for a moment, stuck it in Mrs. Wen's ear and asked softly, "if you have something to say, I'll let you talk. If you want to live more days, you can't move the needle." A pause: "if you want to speak, blink and tell Ruolan."

Old lady Wen closed her eyes and slowly opened them. She blinked hard twice.

Wen Ruolan gently grasped old lady Wen's wrist: "OK, time is running out, wait for my father to come."

Old lady Wen shook her head hard, and Wen Ruolan understood that the old lady had something to say to herself, which must be important.

Since ancient times, when people are about to die, what can't let go of their grudges? Wen Ruolan got down the silver needle and several vital points, which made life shine back in an instant. Old lady Wen suddenly breathed out a big mouthful of turbid air and looked at Wen Ruolan.

"If you have something to say, Ruolan will listen."

Winrolan leaned over her.

"Xian'er, not Wen's son, at the foot of Qishan... Pick up... Pick up..." Old lady Wen took a cloth bag out of her arms and stuffed it into Wen Ruolan's hands. Without saying a word, she died.

Wen Ruolan, holding the cloth bag, blinked like a slow motion, put the old man's hand into the quilt, and said softly, "grandma, Ruolan knows."

The cloth bag was put into his arms. Before he turned around, he heard fan's roaring and rushing in: "little hoof, what did you take from my Wen family, hand it in!"

Wen Ruolan slowly got up and pulled the quilt up to cover Mrs. Wen's face. As soon as she turned around, she directly picked up the spittoon next to Mrs. Wen and threw it at her.

Fan didn't come to catch Wen Ruolan. He stood behind her with his waist in a fierce manner. He didn't expect Wen Ruolan to smash the spittoon. This time, he covered his face with blood and sputum dripping down. The smell of blood was mixed with a sour smell.

With a strange cry, fan turned and ran out.

Wen Ruoling helped Wen Zhuangde, and they knelt at the door. Wen Zhuangde was almost lying on the ground, his shoulders trembling and tears falling.

Wen Ruolan went to the door and said in a deep voice, "is Grandma's shroud ready?"

"Yes, she asked me to dress her three days ago. Sister Ruolan..." Wen Ruoling raised her head and cried. Her eyes were red like rotten peaches. She held out her hand and held Wen Ruolan's sleeve: "don't settle the accounts first, grandma. Let's settle down."

Wen Ruolan has never been a rude and unreasonable person. Wen Ruoling only met once, and she did not do anything out of the ordinary that time. At this time, when she cried like this, her heart softened. She reached out and helped her up: "sister Ruoling, my sister doesn't understand the funeral. My sister is going to invite an old man who knows the rules to preside over it. Don't cry, It's natural for old people to get sick and die. "

Wen Ruoling burst into tears and nodded chokingly: "OK, I'll go to find grandma six."

At this time, carpenter Wen almost rushed into the yard, holding the ginseng in his hand. He couldn't see anyone else in his eyes. He only knew his own Ruolan: "here, Ruolan."

Wen Ruolan came over a few steps, reached out to hold the carpenter, and said, "Dad, don't use ginseng. Come in with me and have a look at grandma."

"All right, isn't it?" Carpenter Wen said with a smile, "I knew my daughter was very good. She must be OK, isn't she?" Looking at Wen Ruolan, he laughed and shed tears: "Ruolan, tell Dad, is grandma OK?"

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