He was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with pure black hair and overly long bangs that covered half of his face, making it difficult to see his specific appearance. His thin body was wrapped in gray torn clothes. His skin was whiter than that of other beggars, but the skin on his fair cheeks was now flushed.

Orange ran over and saw the boy in this state, tears fell again.

He murmured, "What should I do, Brother Ci, please don't die."

Chengzi is eight years old and lives in a dilapidated temple. He has seen many little beggars die of illness. The most common cause is fever, just like his brother Ci, whose face is red and his whole body is hot.

Because it was too hot, the little beggar died of fever.

When a little beggar dies, some people will just throw him into a mass grave and leave, but Sister Mu will dig a hole and bury him.

Then Orange started crying, and the other little beggars in the dilapidated temple also sobbed softly, immersed in the sad atmosphere.

Qing'er quickly walked to the boy and reached out to touch his forehead. The scorching temperature made Qing'er shrink instinctively.

It was hot, so hot that even the boy's breathing was burning.

Qing'er was sure that if the boy was left alone like this, even if he didn't burn to death, his brain would be damaged.

He made a decision immediately and asked Zhang Xiuyuan to help him carry the boy on his back.

The moment she carried the boy on her back, Qing'er realized that he was really thin and didn't weigh much.

"Brother Xiuyuan, I want to take him to see a doctor. I have to trouble you alone with the flyers." Qing'er said.

"It's okay. My wife has called people to help. You can go, but be careful." Zhang Xiuyuan had no objection to Qing'er taking the boy to see a doctor.

They couldn't bear to watch a life die in front of them. After all, they clearly had the ability to save it.

After getting Zhang Xiuyuan's promise, Qing'er did not delay any longer and immediately carried the young man into the carriage.

"Big brother, can I go with you?" Orange followed, blinking his tears.

"Come up." Qing'er pulled Chengzi up.

The carriage then drove quickly towards the clinic.

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"Doctor, there is a patient, please come and see him immediately." Soon, the carriage took them to the clinic.

Qing'er carried the boy down on her back again.

He just felt like there was a stove behind him.

The boy had no consciousness at all.

There are still quite a lot of patients in the clinic, but they are still prioritized.

Perhaps hearing Qing'er's urgency, the doctor hurried over and helped Qing'er get the boy onto the bed.

Looking at the boy whose face was red with fever and who had lost consciousness, the doctor's face was solemn: "Why is it so hot? How long has this fever lasted? Why didn't you bring him here earlier?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor noticed the boy's clothes.

Although clean, his clothes were really worn out, and it was obvious that he came from a very poor family. On the other hand, the person who brought him here was well dressed.

The doctor couldn't figure out the reason, and without thinking any further, he quickly wrote a prescription and asked the apprentice to boil the medicine.

She took out the medicinal wine and handkerchief and wanted to wipe the boy's body to cool him down physically.

"Doctor, let me do it." Qing'er said.

The doctor did not refuse and gave him the medicinal wine and handkerchief.

There were many patients in the clinic and she couldn't stay too long. After she told the doctor some precautions, he went back to see patients.

There is a curtain on this side of the bed, so you can't see what's going on inside from the outside.