Xiao Qinghuan

Chapter 41

There was a wooden spoon next to the cauldron, Yan Qing extinguished the fire in the stove, made it clear that the villagers could use it according to the previously agreed ratio, put the pair of children in the shed, and left in a hurry.

He wasn't worried that someone would make trouble or take advantage of this opportunity to take more. Now Liujia Village is just an isolated island, and everyone in the village relies on Yan Qing and his party, so even if he has complaints, he probably won't make trouble at this stall.

In order to isolate the patients from the villagers as much as possible, the Shenweiying removed the outer walls of several courtyards in the West Village and planned to make a large courtyard, and then ordered a large fence with cypress to surround the periphery of the courtyard.

There are about five or six tile-roofed houses and more than a dozen rooms in the hospital, where patients are placed separately according to their conditions and symptoms.

In addition, the fence is covered with a layer of white gauze, and the entire courtyard is surrounded by the hazy gauze mist, filled with the strong smell of medicine and groans, and the inside and outside of the courtyard can be seen from a long distance away. , filled with a strong ominous atmosphere.

Yan Qing kept walking, just as he pushed open the courtyard door, he bumped into Jiang Ying who came out in a hurry.

"Mr. Yan." Jiang Ying was stunned, seeing the porcelain bottle in his hand, and realized that he was here to deliver medicine. He frowned with some self-blame, and said in a low voice: "I was negligent...Thank you. "

Yan Qing handed him the medicine bottle, and was about to turn around, but was stopped by someone.

"Mr. Yan."

Yan Qing paused in her footsteps, then turned her head to see a haggard middle-aged woman standing in the courtyard. She was wearing a washed white cloth shirt, and the wooden basin in her hand was dripping water. Water, like bumping into him by chance.

The woman rubbed the hem of her clothes awkwardly, and said hesitantly, "If Mr. Yan is fine, can you come in and have a look at Bi Tao..."

Yan Qing only had a superficial impression of this name. He remembered that Bi Tao was a girl who had just turned seventeen. She had a marriage contract with a young man from the same village, and she was only waiting to get married in autumn.But since she fell ill, she was thrown to the West Village alone, and even her relatives refused to come to see him.Considering his age, he should be the youngest patient besides young children.

Human nature is unpredictable, even the flesh and blood of close relatives have their own plans.Life is above all else, Yan Qing has no position to persuade others to take care of this girl, so he can only ask the people in the Shenwei camp to take care of her.

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't answer, the woman squeezed the wooden basin in her hand uneasily. Seeing this, Yan Qing sighed inaudibly, nodded and said, "Okay."

Jiang Ying seemed to want to dissuade Yi Er, but she swallowed her words back.

"Excuse me, go distribute the medicine first." Yan Qing nodded at Jiang Ying, then followed the woman to the courtyard.

In the compound, except for the children who have to follow their mothers, most men and women live separately. Yan Qing followed the woman into the tile-roofed house on the left without stopping, watching the woman push the door in and open the heavy curtain.

Most of the people living in this room are women, it is inconvenient for Yan Qing to enter directly, so she stands at the door, waiting for the women to go in first and arrange some private things before she dares to enter.

Although Pingjiang is still in the continuous rainy season, it has already entered summer anyway, but the doors and windows of the tile-roofed houses are still covered with thick curtains. As soon as you enter the house, you feel an unbearable sweltering heat, mixed with the smell of medicinal soup and rotting wounds. , unbearable.

The woman's cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head in shame, for fear of seeing even the slightest bit of disgust in front of Yan Qing.

However, Yan Qing crossed the bunk without changing his face, and walked inward along the narrow corridor.Seeing that he didn't seem to be disgusted, the woman hurriedly walked a few steps to follow him.

Bi Tao lives in the farthest corner of the house, on a cold kang near the wall with a mattress one person wide. She is covered with a thick quilt, her lips are pale, her body is dripping with sweat, and she can't stop shivering.

It was noon at this time, except for the seriously ill patients, most of the people went to the backyard to distribute medicine and porridge, and there were only three of them left in the house.

The woman's eyes turned red, and she rushed over to lie on the side of the kang, lying on the quilt and whispering her name: "Bitao..."

The young girl's cheekbones were flushed, her teeth were clenched together, and she made a toothache sound. She opened her foggy eyes and stared blankly at nothingness, and she couldn't even recognize anyone.

Yan Qing frowned, and said in a low voice, "Let me take her pulse."

Hearing this, the woman hurriedly wiped away her tears and retreated, giving Yan Qing the seat beside the bed.

Yan Qing apologized in a low voice, and lifted a corner of the quilt.Although he came here as a doctor, he still felt very impolite. He turned his eyes away and grabbed the other's wrist, and pulled the other's hand out of the quilt.

Something sharp slashed past, Yan Qing withdrew his hand in pain, only to find a long bloodstain on the inside of his wrist, and blood beads slowly ooze out along the wound.

The woman screamed, and frantically looked for the handkerchief everywhere, and said stammeringly: "This... this is really..."

Yan Qing wiped off the blood with her fingers, and shook her head indifferently: "It's just a small wound, I need to see a doctor."

Hearing what he said, the woman didn't dare to disturb him anymore. She stood outside the edge of the bed with her shoulders arched, looking a little shy.

Yan Qing came back to his senses and took Bitao's hand out of the quilt, only then did he see clearly that what Bitao put in the mattress was a polished silver hairpin.

He couldn't help but glanced back at the woman, only to see that she flinched and avoided his gaze, her face became even uglier.

Yan Qing suppressed his doubts for the time being, and concentrated on taking Bitao's pulse, but the pulse made him even more frightened.When he withdrew his hand, his face was stained with visible sullenness.

"Did she take her medicine properly?" Yan Qing asked sharply.

Although Yan Qing has always been indifferent, he has always advanced and retreated with restraint and good manners, and he has never seen him lose his temper.When the woman saw him so angry suddenly, she was frightened and knelt down on the ground with a livid face.

Yan Qing stood up and said coldly: "Don't kneel to me, if you don't cherish your own life, kneeling to the sky is useless."

Bi Tao's illness at this time was considered terminally ill.But Yan Qing vaguely remembered that her previous symptoms were not so serious, even milder than most patients.Although Yan Qing has not found a cure until now, but if she takes the medicine on time, she will never develop into such a situation just because she has just contracted the disease for a few days.

When Yan Qing took her pulse just now, she also found that her illness was not even under control.In Yan Qing's eyes, life is pure and precious, and they don't need to pay for the current medicine and food, and if they do this without any worries, they really don't want to live.

"I don't save people who want to die." Yan Qing was really angry, he flicked his sleeves and was about to walk out.

"Mr. Yan!" The woman grabbed his clothes and begged him sternly, "No...it's not like this."

It can be seen that she has a deep fear of Yan Qing.Not to mention that Yan Qing came with soldiers, just his clothes and sword, in the eyes of these people, he might be unattainable.

She was trembling all over, but she still tried her best to restrain her voice: "No..."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes to look at her, frowned insignificantly, and his tone was not as harsh as before: "Say it."

"Mr. doesn't often know something in the courtyard..." the woman sobbed: "Bitao is young, and her family doesn't care about her anymore. She has been bullied here all the time, and her daily medicine and porridge are often taken away from her. You are young and you can't compete with others, that's why you are like this."

It would be understandable if it was food, but when he heard that even the medicine would be robbed, Yan Qing suddenly felt very unreasonable: "The medicine is all rationed, so what's the use of taking it away?"

The woman choked, and then said: "They probably think... that if they drink more medicine, they will get better soon."

"absurd!"

But Yan Qing understood that what the woman said might not be a lie.He walked all the way from Kunlun, and he has seen a lot of human nature, some poor mountains and bad waters, where there are few sensible people, they will always do some unimaginable things for some self-interest.

Yan Qing quickly recalled the previously recorded illnesses, only to realize that this situation might not be an exception.

"I see." Yan Qing's face turned pale: "You will go find Young Master Jiang Yingjiang later, and ask him for today's medicine. I will write this down, and I will give you an answer later."

The woman was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly, thanking her endlessly.

Yan Qing was not good at dealing with such situations. When he was in Pingjiang Mansion, Jiang Xiaohan blocked all interpersonal disturbances for him, but at this time Jiang Xiaohan was not around, so he could only comfort the woman dryly.

Noisy footsteps gradually sounded outside, and Yan Qing couldn't bear to wait any longer due to the sourness in his heart, so he could only leave hastily, planning to go back and discuss with Zhuang Yi and Yan Qing before acting cautiously.