Chapter 398 Much Easier Than Saving 100 Taels of Gold
He Guang and He Luping were only about ten or twenty years old. They were well-behaved people at home and had never seen such a scene.
When they saw the familiar uncles, aunts and sisters in the village like this, they were so scared that they quickly retreated to both sides, at a loss as to what to do.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Wu immediately stuffed her grandson Doudou into her daughter-in-law's arms, and pushed back the man in the kitchen who wanted to run out to see what was going on. Then she sighed and stepped forward to help up the kneeling people.
"After the disaster, every family in our family is having a hard time. I know firsthand how it feels when a family member is sick. Uncles and aunts, I'll be honest with you. If my He family can help you, we will definitely do it without hesitation. But if you want to find a poison doctor to treat your illness... well, you can't ask us for that!"
We ourselves are only able to enjoy this blessing thanks to the help of our relatives. We don't even know how to repay the medicine money and favors we owe. We really can't promise you anything on behalf of the doctor! Aren't you making things difficult for us?
And Doctor Du is no ordinary doctor. Unlike ordinary doctors, he is a man from the underworld who came from the exile area. He does things according to his mood. When he is in a good mood, he will save someone, and when he is in a bad mood, he will kill someone! We really don’t dare! You can’t force my family to die for you, right?
At most, when the poison doctor comes, you can ask him for help. If he agrees, that's a blessing. If not, don't force him, okay?"
Mrs. Wu was stingy and calculating, but she spoke from the bottom of her heart to her neighbors.
Their family would not dare to order people around just by relying on their relationship as relatives.
Even if the identities of the seven or eight people including my nephew are not made clear, it can be seen from their aura and demeanor that they are not ordinary people. They are very opinionated in what they do. How can they be manipulated by others?
She and the child's father definitely wouldn't do something that would offend others and hurt feelings. She also hoped that both sides could establish a good relationship so that her nephews could help Guang'er in the future.
Even if my daughter Lu Ping gets married in the future, with these cousins as her support, her husband's family will not dare to bully her easily, right?
"He family, please help me just this once. Auntie is begging you, just this once, okay? Can you put in a few good words for us to the poison doctor?"
"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Sister Wu! My son also has this disease! We've sold everything we can to pay for his treatment, but even the doctors in town can't help. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the audacity to ask you to come! The child calls you Auntie every time he sees you, woooo!"
"The He family..."
"Her Aunt He..."
Uncle He looked at his wife standing alone at the kitchen door, looking very confused. He wanted to go out and say something several times, but was pushed back by his wife every time. He was so anxious that he scratched his head in the kitchen.
Wu was naturally in a dilemma. They had lived in the same village for at least a decade, and seeing everyone like this made her feel bad, but she really couldn't make the decision! Whether to save the person or not depended on whether the poison doctor was willing to do so!
Even she is in such a difficult situation, she will not let a man do bad things. Guang'er's father is a fool, and he will not be able to resist being begged for help if he comes out.
The cries of begging in the yard became more frequent and louder. Wu was in a dilemma when an old man with a bird's nest hair walked slowly in from the gate with his hands behind his back.
Wu's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously wanted to call out, but she held the words back when they reached her lips. Calling out would mean causing trouble for the Poison Master and offending him.
He winked at Du Lao to leave. Seeing the villagers like this, he really couldn't bear it.
She was so worried!
"What's going on? What are so many people doing kneeling here?" The old man had already walked in, tilting his head to look at the crying people in the yard, his triangular eyes flashing.
The old man loves to join in the fun.
The crying paused, and countless pairs of eyes looked towards the old man.
Mrs. Wu sighed and said awkwardly, "Doctor Du, these are all from He Village. They came here to ask you to treat their illnesses."
Old man, "I know, I heard it all outside, hehehehe!"
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The villagers, "Doctor Poison, we——"
"Ask me to heal you." Du Buqin was straightforward, not beating around the bush. "It's okay to heal people, but I can't do it for free. Come on, old man, tell me what you want. I need to collect poison. If you can collect it for me, I'll heal someone in your family. How do you think?"
"Fudu? What is that?" Those who were kneeling or not all looked confused. They were all peasants and could only recognize a few wild vegetables at most. It was funny that they had never heard of fudu. How could they collect it?
"I took a stroll around the area today. The flood killed a lot of people, including chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, and pigs. Many bodies are soaking in the water and no one has buried them. Can you help me scrape some of the rotten flesh off the bodies and put it in a bottle? This is the rotten poison. Easy, right?"
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Many women and old women had pale faces, white lips, and felt nauseous in their stomachs. Their eyes turned black and they wanted to turn away.
Ordinary people are in awe of corpses and would run away from them when they see one, for fear of offending ghosts and gods and being contaminated by evil spirits.
Now they're asked to scrape off the rotten flesh? Easy?!
Is the old man in front of them really a doctor who treats and saves lives? They have lived for decades and have never heard of a doctor collecting rotten flesh from corpses!
Uncle He was facing the bubbling porridge in the kitchen, trying hard to concentrate on the surface of the porridge. His hands were shaking badly as he put out the firewood. The food he had eaten in the morning kept rushing up his throat and his eyes were staring blankly.
Mrs. Wu had already run to the woodshed and vomited.
The young wife at home was leaning against the woodshed holding her one and a half year old son. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't even stand up.
Du Buqin was originally very excited, thinking that he had caught Lao Li, but now everyone's mood was swept away and they were extremely disappointed.
He immediately lost interest in curing illnesses and saving lives, patted his butt and prepared to leave, "Forget it, forget it, you are all cowards, you want to ask others to do things but don't want to work, asking you to scrape the poison is like asking you to die, humph!"
The villagers saw the miracle doctor leave without a second thought and became anxious. Someone hurriedly said, "Doctor Poison! Miracle doctor! You are a great doctor. Please help! Just save the man! Can I give you some money?"
The old man didn't even turn around. "Give me silver? Even a hundred taels of gold won't get me to heal you. How much silver are you going to give me?"
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"Goddess doctor, please stay! It's just scraping away the poison, I'll do it! But I beg you to keep your word and save my son!"
After the first one stood up, the others gritted their teeth and spoke one after another to agree.
The miracle doctor was right. It was much easier to scrape off the poison than to collect a hundred taels of gold. The poison might be found when one went out, but they could not collect a hundred taels of gold in their entire lifetime!
Everyone knows the current situation of the children and elderly in the family who have been infected with the epidemic. If they are not treated, they will really not survive!
The gray-haired old woman who had nearly collapsed earlier had finally recovered. She patted her chest to suppress her nausea and gasped, "Miraculous doctor...can you scrape out the rot and poison and just use chickens, ducks, pigs, and cows? Is that okay?"
The old man stopped at the gate, turned around and shook his shoulders, "Okay."
The villagers, who looked like they were about to be guillotined a moment ago, were stunned for a moment, and then with a bang, they hugged each other, laughing and dancing.
The old man tutted, his mouth widening into a grin, his triangular eyes shining gently, "Hehehe!"
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