Chapter 87 Blind God
"I caught this rabbit last night. It was pierced by an arrow in the abdomen and its legs were broken by me. But after just one night, my brother applied the ointment he made to it and it recovered to what you see now."
"Although people are different from rabbits, many people in this town must have suffered various injuries after the massacre by bandits. Even if it's just to stop the bleeding, it will give them a better chance of survival, right?"
As he spoke, the clinic gradually became quiet.
"Go tell them, someone will be willing to come." Wei Jinan said, and took out a dime and put it on the counter.
Now, no matter who it is, no one can refuse this simple job.
As the people in the clinic took the money and ran out, Wei Jinan turned around and looked at his brother.
"Xingxing, can it be cured?" he asked.
Qiuqiu: "...baby, isn't it too late for your brother to ask this question now?"
Before Xingxing could answer, Wei Jinan added to comfort the child: "Don't be nervous. If they can't be cured, don't force it. I will hire a carriage to take them to a town farther away for treatment."
This was what Wei Jinan had originally planned, but he couldn't tell those people who had just arrived and the patients who were about to arrive, because if he did, even if those people all came to the clinic, they would all be seeking medical treatment elsewhere, which was completely contrary to his original purpose.
In the past two years, the young man seemed to have restrained a lot of his edge. He was no longer as unrestrained as when they first met, but he acted more safely and cautiously. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Wei Fengyan agreed to let him accompany Xingxing to explore the world.
He is like a sheathed sword. No one knows how sharp he is until the day he is actually unsheathed.
"It can be cured." Xingxing nodded affirmatively at her brother under his worried gaze: "Thank you, brother. Xingxing can cure it."
From the beginning to the end, all of the brother's thoughts were revealed to Xingxing's ears. The little girl listened to her brother's careful considerations for her, and watched her brother taking out money to "attract customers" for her. Her clear and clean eyes were unconsciously curved with smiles.
The next second after she answered, her brother rubbed her head again. Xingxing was not angry, and let him rub her obediently. Then she pulled her brother to sit next to her. The two of them, one big and one small, sat behind the counter, holding their chins and waiting for patients to come.
Even the rabbit that was rescued by Xingxing moved its three-petal mouth and found a perfect position for itself, squatting on the counter at the entrance to act as a lucky rabbit.
But they waited for most of the day.
People passing by would always look inside curiously, and after seeing the two childish and unfamiliar little faces, they would leave immediately.
Wei Jinan was not in a hurry. He touched his brother's head, got up and checked what was behind the clinic. After finding the stove, he immediately asked someone to buy some vegetables to cook.
In front, as dusk fell, Xingxing finally waited for his first patient.
"Doctor...Doctor?" The woman who came hurriedly holding the child stopped at the door and looked at Xingxing who was looking up at her from behind the counter.
Xingxing pursed her lips and acted very professionally, and said seriously to the woman who was hesitant and about to retreat: "Put the child on the stool first, he is about to die."
Qiuqiu couldn't help but cover his face.
Son, what you said... if the patient's family heard it, wouldn't it be like stabbing them in the heart?
Xingxing didn't pay attention to Qiuqiu's reaction, nor did he care about the reaction of the patient's family. His eyes were all on the child.
The child looked to be about five or six years old, very thin, with a purple face, the whites of his eyes could still be seen even when he closed them, his whole body was twitching, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He was poisoned.
The woman was probably really panicking. After hearing what Xingxing said, she didn't dare to hold her son anymore. She could only quickly and carefully put him down on the stool and patted his back with her hands. With tears in her eyes, she hurriedly asked Xingxing, the only living person in the clinic, what to do.
As she put the child down, Xingxing got down from the stool and walked around the counter.
He looked at the child's face, asked the woman what she had given the child to eat, and at the same time held the child's thin wrist, carefully feeling his pulse.
Xingxing had never really diagnosed anyone's pulse. Before, when he was learning the knowledge in the Qiuqiu database, he used himself and his brother as tools. However, he was born weak and his brother practiced martial arts every day and had a strong body, so Xingxing couldn't diagnose anything.
But now, when Xingxing felt the child's pulse, she could clearly feel the difference between it and her brother's pulse.
It's too messy.
The child's pulse was extremely disordered. Sometimes it was so weak that no pulse could be detected, and sometimes it would beat suddenly and then immediately weaken.
Xingxing learned the process of taking a pulse and frowning without any instruction, which made the already flustered woman even more uneasy. She kept asking in a crying voice what was wrong with her child.
Xingxing withdrew her hand, and seeing the human mother's confused look, she pursed her lips and asked again: "What did your child eat before?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head blankly and cried, "I, I was working in the field, Baoer said he wanted to go out and play by himself, I just told him not to run too far, who knew, who knew he would become like this in a short while!!"
Hearing this, Xingxing glanced at the child whose breathing was gradually getting weaker, turned around and pretended to take something from under the counter, poured a small bottle cap of spiritual spring water into a small medicine bowl behind the counter, and then handed it to the child to drink to keep him alive.
This spiritual spring water cannot detoxify, and can only have a little ability to prolong life. If the poison in the child's stomach cannot be eliminated today, he will still die.
Xingxing never thought of taking out the spiritual spring water for use on patients. At the end of the world, his uncle repeatedly told him the story of a crime of possessing a treasure. Later, he left that world because Xingxing knew that he "possessed a treasure". Once it was exposed, he would become the enemy of the whole world.
So Xingxing told the woman that it was a sip of ginseng water, and then asked the woman to go back and find out what the child had accidentally ingested. She must prescribe the right medicine, otherwise if the toxin is not controlled by the medicine, it will spread faster and corrode the child's internal organs.
These are what Xingxing has learned, and he is not exaggerating.
The woman was worried about her child and Xingxing, but that sip of "ginseng water" did stop the child's twitching. Now she could only regard Xingxing as a life-saving straw and listen to him to save the child.
So she hurried back and, as Xingxing had suggested, looked for clues in the place where her child had played before, and also asked the other children who played with her child to see if she could get the answer.
After she left, Xingxing immediately called her brother, and after making sure that the spiritual spring water had started to take effect, she began to induce vomiting in the child.
No matter what you eat, spit it out first.
The situation just now was urgent. If induced vomiting immediately, not only would it hurt the child's esophagus and mouth again, but the child's mother would not trust Xingxing's behavior. Once the child started to make a fuss, the child would really die.
When he was about to induce vomiting in the child, more people came to the clinic. Some were patients, but more were people who heard the noise and came to watch the fun.
Xingxing didn't care about them. She just followed her brother and told him in a steady and soft voice how to induce vomiting in the child most effectively.
He knew about acupuncture and had memorized the human anatomy chart, but Xingxing had never thought of experimenting on this child. He thought it would be best to learn step by step, starting with small illnesses. Since he was studying medicine, he had to follow the doctors' advice and be responsible for his patients.
So he used the method he had learned not long ago. He asked his brother to bring a bowl of warm water with salt and give it to the child to drink. Then he pressed the root of the child's tongue with the tip of chopsticks and pressed on his stomach with his other hand.
Soon, the child who was originally in a coma and convulsing suddenly bent over and vomited.
The sour smell of food regurgitating from the stomach made people subconsciously cover their mouths and noses, frowning and stepping back.
Xingxing seemed to feel nothing and asked her brother to continue inducing vomiting in the child, trying to get out as much undigested food as possible in the stomach.
Over and over again, until the ball that was scanning the child's body said it was almost done, Xingxing called a stop.
Then, in full view of everyone, the child squatted in front of the spittoon, took a look inside, and after seeing the food residue inside, he was a little confused.
"Xingxing?" Wei Jinan put the child down on the small bed next to him, then came over and pulled up his younger brother who was squatting on the ground.
"What's wrong?" He touched the child's head and asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling uncomfortable and want to vomit?"
Xingxing shook her head, turned around and buried herself in her brother's arms. After about half a minute, she took a deep breath, pursed her lips and let go of her brother. She walked to the tidied medicine cabinet, picked up the small scale for grabbing medicine, and grabbed the Chinese herbal medicines she needed one by one.
At this time, the onlookers were really curious, so they also leaned over to take a look at the spittoon. After looking for a long time, they couldn't figure out what was inside. A group of people whispered about what the child had eaten.
Soon, the child's mother came over, her face full of tears. As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't hold back her emotions and burst into tears: "This is blind God! My Baoer hasn't eaten for three days... He, he was so hungry that he went with the other children to catch mangy grass in the fields and cook it to eat! He is the youngest, and the children let him eat first!!!"
She cried so hard that she was out of breath. After hearing the truth, the crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment, and finally looked at each other, and no one said anything.
What to say?
You say your child has no brains, how dare he eat even scabies?
But these days, taxes and labor service became increasingly heavy, and there were successive natural and man-made disasters, resulting in a shortage of crops in the fields and absolutely no harvest at harvest time. Even if they broke their waists with their belts, they could not squeeze out enough blood and sweat to pay the sky-high head tax demanded by the court.
When adults are extremely hungry, they will dig up tree roots and grass, and dig up Guanyin soil to fill their stomachs. Don’t they know that eating Guanyin soil will kill people? They know, but they are so hungry that their stomachs seem to chew and swallow their own flesh and blood, but it can’t relieve the unbearable hunger. They are so hungry that they will crawl over and dig up a handful of Guanyin soil and stuff it into their mouths to swallow it dry.
This is true for adults, let alone children?
A boy of only five or six years old could only cry when he was extremely hungry. No matter what the adults said, he would not be able to fill his stomach. When a group of children saw the □□ in the field, even if they knew that it was inedible and they were so hungry that their chests were sticking to their backs, they did not care about anything else. Even if they were poisoned to death, they still wanted to fill their stomachs first and die full.
The world is like this. If you can't curse the emperor, you can only do what the woman did and cry and curse the blind God.
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