Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 550 Farewell

"Oh, so you are the little miracle doctor, little miracle doctor, I misunderstood, that's not what I meant. I came here for my father, who has been bedridden for more than five or six years and has seen countless doctors but to no avail.

A few days ago, I happened to be having dinner in a restaurant, and heard a man at the next table say that there was a young miracle doctor in Lianshan Town, who was not very old, but his medical skills were exceptionally good, and he could snatch people from the hands of the King of Hell. So I thought of bringing my father over to see him, and if I have offended him, I hope the little miracle doctor will forgive me."

The man finally reacted after hearing what Jiang Fubao said.

It turns out that the girl in front of him is the legendary little miracle doctor.

He thought this was a maid from the clinic.

Before, I only remembered the three words "little miracle doctor" and always thought he was a teenager who had not yet reached adulthood, which led to the misunderstanding just now.

That’s right, there is no such a beautiful maid in the world.

This temperament alone is not something that an ordinary woman can possess.

To be called a miracle doctor, he must not only have excellent medical skills, but also be well-versed in many books, which is rare among boys of the same age.

The man's eyes were full of admiration.

He looked apologetic, bowed with both hands, and explained to Jiang Fubao.

"It's okay, where's your father?" Jiang Fubao waved his hand and didn't take his rudeness to heart.

She looked up and out.

No horse-drawn or ox-drawn carriages were seen.

"My father is in the inn. Now that I have found the little doctor, I will go and fetch him. I hope the little doctor will wait for a while."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Fubao withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The man then left the clinic.

After being in a daze for a while, Jiang Fubao picked up a medical book and read it carefully.

"Fubao." Instead of waiting for the man to see the doctor, Shen Hechi came.

Jiang Fubao looked up, her face looked a little dazed.

"Mr. Shen, why are you here? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Fubao thought that Shen Hechi came to see a doctor.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye to you." There was a hint of sadness in Shen Hechi's pupils, and he looked straight at Jiang Fubao.

"Goodbye? Where are you going?" A faint fragrance wafted towards me, like the smell of soil and grass mixed together after a light rain suddenly fell on the long-dry world in the hot summer.

It's also like accidentally walking into a bamboo forest in the early morning fog and smelling the damp bamboo scent on your nose.

Jiang Fubao sniffed unconsciously, put down the medical book in her hand, and looked at Shen Hechi.

"Before I came to Sanshan Academy, I was studying in Jiangnan. When my former teacher heard that I passed the imperial examination, he found a great scholar to give me lectures. So... I have to go back to Jiangnan. Probably, I will go directly from Jiangnan to the Imperial City during the next spring imperial examination. It will take at least a few years before I can come back."

Shen Hechi's voice sounded even colder than usual.

There was always a carriage waiting outside the shop.

The driver holding the reins was wearing the Shen family's black servant uniform.

"That's great, isn't it? You're so lucky to have a good teacher to help you. It's good to go. Grandpa Gan can't teach you anything. You are both candidates for the imperial examination, but your ranking is ahead of Grandpa Gan. It's a waste of time to stay here. Go ahead. If you learn more, you might even be able to win the first place in the imperial examination."

Jiang Fubao joked.

There is not a trace of reluctance in my heart.

He even smiled and waved to Shen Hechi.

"Fubao, do you want me to be the top scorer?" Shen Hechi paused and was stunned for a long time before he spoke again.

"Well, of course it's better to get the first place. The title of top scholar sounds so prestigious. If you really win, you will be famous." Jiang Fubao didn't know how to answer when she saw Shen Hechi's burning eyes.

I felt a little confused.

What does it have to do with her whether he gets the top spot or not? Why ask her?

But after thinking about it, she still said something nice, after all, Shen Hechi lived across the street from her.

If she became the top scholar, the alley where her family lived would become Zhuangyuan Lane.

You can still benefit from it then.

"Okay, I will try my best. Fubao, I'm leaving." Shen Hechi said, and finally looked at Jiang Fubao, then turned and left.

The carriage galloped away.

Looking at the direction, it’s heading towards the city gate.

Not long after Shen Hechi left, the man who had just gone out came back.

Two servants followed him.

One of them was carrying an old man on his back, and the other was holding the old man's waist and legs to prevent him from falling.

"Put it on the bed on the left." Jiang Fubao sat on a chair, facing the door, and pointed to the right.

After the old man lay down, she got up and walked over.

"Your father is paralyzed due to a stroke. His pulse is thin and astringent, and his qi is deficient and his blood is stagnant. It is useless to just take medicine. Has a doctor ever given your father acupuncture before?"

Jiang Fubao put down his hand that was taking the man's pulse and asked.

"Well, I have, but it's useless. My dad has been stabbed like a hedgehog, but except for his mouth that can eat and his eyes that can blink, everything else is still the same. I don't ask my dad to recover to his former appearance, I just want him to sit up. He always lies down. Look, my dad's legs are so thin, they're not even as thick as my six-year-old daughter's legs. Sigh."

The man sighed repeatedly.

Before coming here, he didn't hold out much hope.

So many doctors can’t cure the disease, so how good can the medical skills of a so-called miracle doctor be?

However, seeing that his father was getting thinner and thinner, and that he was breathing in more than he was breathing out, he still brought his father over.

Just thinking what if.

What if this little miracle doctor is really as rumored and can snatch people from the King of Hell?

"There is a way that can help your father get back on his feet. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Fubao whispered into Daner's ear.

Then he asked the man.

"What? Can my father stand up? Then can he speak?" The man was overjoyed.

He took two steps forward excitedly, but then remembered that Jiang Fubao was a woman, so he stepped back to avoid suspicion.

"Don't be in a hurry. Walk first, then talk. Take it one step at a time." Jiang Fubao took the wooden box from Daner.

It was the box where she kept the needles.

This time, she didn't use a thick needle, but a long and thin one instead.

The needle is only slightly thicker than a man's hair and is rolled up in circles.

"What is this?" The man frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"This is a long needle. It needs to be inserted into your father's Baihui acupoint and come out from the Yongquan acupoint. It will pass through countless acupuncture points in between. But don't worry, your father is paralyzed and can't feel anything. It won't hurt at all."

Jiang Fubao has already signaled Daqian Dawang to bring the screen over.

"I don't understand the acupoints you mentioned, but do you mean to use such a long needle to prick my father? Will it really not be fatal?" The man swallowed and felt weak all over.

I had the illusion that I was about to be stabbed.

"It is dangerous to some extent, but if it is not treated, your father will only have half a month to live."

Jiang Fubao didn't lie.

The old man on the bed had cloudy eyes. Even if he was lucky, it would be amazing if he could survive for half a month.

Maybe he will die tonight because of a mouthful of phlegm.