Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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The couple was very perceptive. They noticed someone approaching them quickly from behind and immediately quickened their pace. They didn't even look up. This was obviously a subconscious action, intentionally keeping a distance from others.
Song Yun shouted, "Brother and sister-in-law in front, you dropped something."
The two of them seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.
Song Yun shouted again, "You dropped your money."
The man didn't stop, but the woman paused. The man immediately pulled her hand and did not allow her to stop.
At this point, Song Yunyi could be sure that there was definitely something wrong with these two people.
No matter what the problem is, stop the person first.
With a few quick steps, she caught up with the couple and stopped them.
The two men subconsciously took a step back and looked at Song Yun warily. The man asked, "Comrade, why are you stopping us?"
Song Yun asked, "Then why are you running?"
The man insisted, "How could we run away? We were anxious to get our child to the hospital for treatment. You stopped us for no reason and delayed the child's treatment. Can you take responsibility?"
Normally, as long as he uses this set of rhetoric, basically no one dares to stop him. Who dares to take the responsibility for delaying the treatment of the disease?
However, Song Yun refused to budge. Instead, she smiled and said, "I'm a doctor. What's wrong with the child? Let me take a look at him."
The woman immediately shook her head and said, "No, no, we can just go to the hospital ourselves." The woman had a heavy accent and was obviously not from Beijing. Her expression was extremely unnatural when she spoke, and she leaned sideways to block Song Yun's view of the child.
"The child is not yours!" Song Yun said suddenly, scaring the man and woman, who took a step back.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" He said with a smirk on his face, staring at Song Yun fiercely, "You're a girl, and you're stopping a man on the street. Do you have any shame?"
Yo, you’re anxious.
Song Yunqian stepped forward and said, "Give me the child."
The man looked to the left and saw that there was no one around, so he became bolder, rolled up his sleeves, and swung his fist towards Song Yun.
Song Yun slightly turned sideways, easily avoiding the man's fist, raised her foot and kicked the man in the knee. The man screamed and fell to his knees. He fell to the ground in pain, holding his knees and unable to get up.
The woman was startled and wanted to help the man, but then she thought of the child in her arms. As long as they were not caught, they would both be safe, so she bit her lip, turned around and ran with the child in her arms.
In order to prevent the child from getting hurt, Song Yun did not use force on the woman. Instead, she quickly grabbed the woman's arm, pulled her over, and then hit the numb point on the woman's arm. The child fell out of her arms and into Song Yun's arms.
Despite all the noise, the child showed no signs of waking up, obviously having been fed.
The moment she saw the child's face, Song Yun immediately recognized him, "Xingbao?"
It turned out to be Xingbao.
No wonder the clothes and shoes he was wearing looked familiar. These were the clothes and shoes she had brought from Hong Kong before. She had given them to Xingbao as a gift. They were too big for him then, but they fit him well now.
The woman wanted to snatch the child away, but Song Yun kicked her to the ground.
There was no time to waste talking to these two people. Anyway, they were kicked by her one by one and they wouldn't be able to get up and run away for a while.
She immediately examined Xingbao and confirmed that Xingbao had just taken a drug that made people sleepy and there was no other problem. Only then did she feel relieved.