"You must be a little god. Thank you for saving me." The little boy came to his senses, saw the person who saved him, and immediately knelt down.
"Little fairy, thank you for saving my son!"
"Your Highness Prince Jin, please help our child as well."
"And me...my little girl has been hungry for a long time. Your Highness Prince Jin, please ask the little immortal to help us."
Many people saw Prince Jin and the young doctor saving people, so they gathered around and pleaded.
"Don't rush, come one by one."
Time was running out, so Prince Jin asked someone to bring a small sedan chair that could protect him from the wind. He sat in the sedan chair and took the man's pulse.
The King of Jin also sent people to maintain order.
"Go and call Doctor Song over to check on these sick and weak people." King Jin frowned slightly as he looked at the huge crowd.
After saying this, King Jin took his men and was about to leave.
Ying Yi, who was standing next to him, hesitated and said, "Your Highness, it's not a good idea to leave the prince and the little fairy here alone. What if some refugees start trouble and hurt them?"
"Everything here is left to Gan'er."
This means that the prince can do it freely.
The prince really dared to let go and train the prince, without worrying at all that the prince would mess things up or get hurt.
King Jin turned around and glanced at his son and Little Ruanruan, "Send more people over here, don't let anyone hurt Ruanruan."
It sounded as if the prince was not his biological son, but Ruanruan was his biological daughter.
"Yes." Yingyi hurriedly followed.
Ruanruan was sitting in the sedan chair with a thermos at her feet, Zhao Chengqian sitting next to her, and an incense burner on the table.
"You don't have any serious problems at all. The young lady and grandma behind you are in much more serious condition than you."
"Uncle, please don't cut in line!" Ruanruan's little face was flushed, her chest heaved as she spoke, and white mist came out of her mouth.
"How come I'm fine? I'm in pain here, and I have a headache and dizziness." The man covered his abdomen and said with a bleak face.
He is tall, but a little thin, and speaks with great energy.
The old woman and the little girl behind him were supporting each other. Their faces were sallow, their eye sockets were sunken, their expressions were hesitant, and they walked unsteadily.
"Little doctor, it's not right for you to say there's nothing wrong with me without even examining me. You can't just take pity on the elderly and weak and ignore the rest of us," the man insisted.
Ruan Ruan frowned and said angrily: "You...you go!"
"Don't be angry."
Zhao Chengqian touched her little face, raised his head and said coldly: "If you don't trust the judgment of the little fairy, why bother coming here to see her for treatment?"
"If she says you're not sick, then you're not sick. Someone, get rid of her!"
The officers waiting on both sides of the sedan chair immediately stepped forward, lifted the man and dragged him away.
"Ruanruan, don't worry about him. There are many troublemakers among the disaster victims in Youzhou." Zhao Chengqian restrained the sharpness in his eyes and comforted her.
"Yeah, little brother Gan, I get it. There's nothing wrong with Ruanruan curing illnesses and saving lives." Ruanruan said in a baby voice.
Zhao Chengqian: "Ruanruan is still young and her abilities are limited. Just do your best."
"Grandma, you have a cold and liver damage, and my sister is too hungry, which has problems with her internal organs. These can be treated, but Ruanruan doesn't have any medicine right now."
"Okay, you guys have some rice porridge first, I'll ask Uncle Jin Wang."
There are many elderly, weak and sick people in the city who are bullied. Not only are they seriously ill, but they have also not had food for a long time.
Ruanruan loosened her hand, took out two candies from her pocket and gave them to the little girl.
She turned her head and said to Zhao Chengqian, "Brother Xiaogan, please have someone bring a large bucket of rice soup. After Ruanruan finishes taking their pulse, if you find anyone who has had severe stomach problems for a long time, or who can't eat rice or drink porridge, give them each a bowl."
To put it bluntly, it is prepared for those who are often bullied and have their porridge taken away.
Zhao Chengqian signaled to the attendant next to him, and the man immediately retreated.
"Thank God for saving us!"
"Otherwise, we grandsons would be dead in just a few days!"
The old woman was about to kneel down while supporting her granddaughter. Ruanruan, who was standing beside her, became anxious and stood up. "No... don't kneel, grandma..."
Zhao Chengqian next to him waved to the people around him, and the servants immediately reacted and helped the old man up.
"Take them to the side to drink porridge. Remember to watch them finish drinking it, otherwise someone else will snatch it away." Zhao Chengqian ordered.
"Prince and the little immortal, please be merciful! We in Dagan are so lucky to have you."
The old woman's eyes were red, and she wiped her tears with her sleeves as she spoke excitedly.
The rice soup was served, with two people each having a bowl. The people waiting in line to see the doctor at the back had their eyes lit up, and more and more people came.
As a result, a large number of people wanted to take advantage of the situation and try to get the rice soup, but they could not escape the eyes of the soft-headed one.
"Ha~~" Ruanruan took the pulse for an hour, yawned, and stretched.
Her eyelids drooped and she looked a little sleepy. She had sat there for two hours without moving. If it were another child, she would have been impatient and wanted to leave long ago.
Zhao Chengqian touched her forehead and said, "Are you tired, Ruanruan? Let's go back. Doctor Song will take care of the rest."
Ruanruan nodded her little head and rubbed her eyes. "Brother Xiaogan, let's go home. Ruanruan really wants to sleep."
"Hmm~~" Zhao Chengqian bent down and took the soft little leather shoes, and put them on his soft feet one by one.
Zhao Chengqian called his attendants over and asked them to send all the people who were queuing next to Ruanruan to Doctor Song.
Doctor Song was sitting in a simple shed, treating patients one by one.
"Uncle Song, thank you for your hard work. I'm going back with my little brother." Ruanruan, wearing her pink leather shoes, stepped on the snow on the ground and stood on tiptoe to look at Doctor Song who was taking her pulse seriously.
"Yeah, be careful on the road, little god." Doctor Song was very depressed because someone had called him to take his pulse in the middle of winter.
Now seeing Ruanruan calling him uncle in a sweet voice, just like her own child, and caring about him in a friendly way, the reluctance and depression in my heart also dissipated.
However, he always had a little awe for Ruanruan in his heart.
Ruanruan thought for a moment, took out three White Rabbit candies from her pocket, and placed them on the table.
"This is for you, Uncle Song! Come on! The people of Youzhou are waiting for you. You are the best doctor!"
She took a few steps back and made a fist-clenching gesture in the snow.
Doctor Song looked at Ruanruan with great joy, listen, listen!
That little fairy is so good at talking and behaving like a human being!
The best doctor ever. These were the most beautiful and resounding words he had ever heard in his life.
Suddenly, Doctor Song felt that the burden on his shoulders had become heavier, and his blood was boiling.
He has to be proactive.
Don’t let the little god down!
"Well, go back and have some rest, little fairy. I'll leave this to Song."
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