Chapter 214 Seeking Death (Update 1)
Over there, Yang Ruolan was dumbfounded.
She ran to Yang with a pale face and squatted down.
While shaking Yang vigorously, she cried and asked people around her for help.
"Dear well-wishers, please save my mother..."
Most of the crowd looked on indifferently.
Two men wanted to come forward to help, but the woman they were with gave them a hard squeeze.
"Damn you, what are you doing with all your enthusiasm? Are you after that old lady or her coquettish girl? Go home and kneel on the washboard!"
The man was dragged by the woman The ears were taken away.
Yang Ruolan squatted on the ground, covering her face, crying so hard.
The shopkeeper of the medical clinic, the old man, couldn't stand it anymore.
He sighed and pushed through the crowd, walked over, and pinched Yang's ejaculation point hard.
Mr. Yang let out a roar and jumped up from the ground. She looked for Yang Ruoqing's figure in the crowd with red eyes.
Stopped by the manager of the medical clinic.
"You are doing well, but if you want to make a fuss, go make a fuss on the street outside, Yihechun still has business to do!"
Mr. Yang ignored the shopkeeper and was still looking for him.
Yang Ruolan stood up and grabbed Yang's arm: "Mom, I want to go back, please take me back!"
Yang's face was filled with tears, as if she would faint at any time. Yang Ruolan closed her eyes in pain.
Before leaving, she glanced at Yang Ruoqing.
Ms. Yang gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, fat girl, I'm not done with you anymore, just wait for me!"
Yang Ruoqing shrugged: "Cure your daughter's internal disease first and then come back to me!"
Ms. Yang fell backwards in anger.
The mother and daughter fled in embarrassment amidst everyone’s pointing fingers.
In the lobby, the crowd watching the excitement gradually dispersed.
Yang Ruoqing looked back and curled her lips: "Fighting with my aunt? Seeking death!"
Luo Fengtang also frowned and advised her: "That kind of people have no moral integrity at all. Qing'er, you don't need to vent your anger on them."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I treat them like shit. , let it go and it will be gone!"
Luo Fengtang: "..."
"Tangyazi, let's go too!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.
Luo Fengtang asked: "Didn't you just say you wanted to sell the musk?"
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "As long as you find out the price, you don't have to sell this medical clinic."
She was a little tired after being mixed up by the Yang mother and daughter, and she was not interested in doing business with Yi Hechun. Big discount.
Luo Fengtang nodded: "Well, let's sell it next time, let's go home!"
The two were just about to leave, when a carriage galloped over from there. He stopped quickly in front of Yihechun Gate.
The driver picked up a six or seven-year-old boy from the carriage and ran in towards Yi and Chun.
Behind him, a maid stumbled in, supporting a well-dressed but dusty woman.
"Old doctor, hurry up, save my young master!"
The guy entered the door, looked around the lobby, and then hurriedly ran towards the old man over there.
The old man was taking medicine with him. When he saw this situation, he hurriedly walked out from behind the counter.
"Hurry and hug me over here."
He immediately led the clerk and the unconscious little boy into a consulting room on the left.
"What's going on, young master?"
The old man asked while feeling the child's pulse and opening his eyelids.
At this time, the woman following behind also came over.
When the old man asked, the woman said with a pale face: "We came from the county town. Halfway there, my son said that he felt panicked and depressed. I asked the boy to hurry up so that we could reach the town. Let's take a rest. Before he reached the town, he complained of angina again and soon fell unconscious..." After the woman finished speaking, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing, her face clouded with worry.
The maid on the side also had a worried look on her face, "Old doctor, please save my young master..."
Hearing this, the old man pulled away the little boy's arms. The lapel of his clothes caressed his heart.
A pair of gray brows frowned more and more tightly.
Immediately, he took back his hand and told one of the medical staff, "Quick, go to the backyard to cook a bowl of calming soup."
The medical clerk turned and left.
Here, the woman asked the old man anxiously: "Old doctor, how is my son?"
"From the symptoms of Mr. Ling, it seems that this heart disease has been there for some years, and he wants to It is not easy to eradicate it completely, and it must be suppressed with pills for a long time. This trip must have been caused by the bumps in the carriage.”
The woman nodded, with a hint of sobs in her voice: "My son has been weak since he was a child. This heart disease was brought from his mother's womb! He hasn't even learned to eat, and he is already taking medicine..."
"Madam, please don't cry. With the good fortune of our little master, we will definitely get better."
The maid persuaded in a low voice and handed the woman a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears.
The woman wiped away a few tears and asked the old man: "Old doctor, when will my son wake up?"
"He should wake up after drinking the calming soup. But he should wake up. ——”
Before the woman had time to let go, her heart was immediately tightened.
"What's the matter?" she asked in a trembling voice: "Old doctor, please tell me frankly!"
Before the old man had time to tell him, the waiter from the medical clinic brought a bowl of concoction in the backyard.
“The calming soup is here!”
The old man took the calming soup, and the woman and the maid helped the little boy to sit up from behind.
The child's face was as pale and transparent as paper, but the corners of his lips were black and blue, and his eyes were tightly closed.
The old man fed him the calming soup with a spoon, and the corners of his lips were tightly closed.
He forcefully opened his mouth and poured the concoction in, but the yellow-brown concoction immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
“Why can’t I pour it in? What should I do?”
Looking at the bottom of the bowl, the child still didn’t drink even a drop. The woman was so anxious that she cried.
The old man frowned, put down the bowl and stood up.
“Look at this situation, it’s not good!”
When the woman heard this, her face turned pale.
My legs softened and I almost slipped to the ground. Fortunately, the maid held me up.
"Old doctor, you must save my son! Please!"
She wanted to kneel down to the old man and was supported by him.
“Listen to me, madam.”
"This reassuring soup is just a temporary measure to help Mr. Ling take a breath of relief. But judging from the current situation, Mr. Ling is seriously ill this time and the reassuring soup is of no use. The only way now is to let him take it. The right pills, otherwise the longer it goes on, the more life will be in danger!"
He then asked: "What kind of medicine does Mr. Ling take at home to suppress it?"
The woman thought for a moment.
"Shexiang Baoxin Pills."
She continued: "The shopkeeper Wang of the county medicine store is a family friend of mine, and he prepares all the pills by himself!"
The old man nodded: "Then you have to take Musk Baoxin Pills to suppress it."
Hearing this, the woman became even more saddened.
"It's only been three days since we last met on this trip, and his condition is still stable, so he didn't bring Musk Baoxin Pills with him! What should we do now?"
The old man let out a long sigh. , looking helpless.
The woman thought of something and hurriedly begged: "Old doctor, why don't you help us prepare some Musk Baoxin Pills? Please!"
(End of this chapter)