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The identity of a soldier is very useful, and considering the meaning revealed in Feng Qingxue's previous words, the young woman had no doubts.
In fact, even if she had doubts, she wouldn't say anything because her reasons were legitimate.
The middle-aged man was carrying an empty sack filled with cloth and brown sugar, and holding industrial coupons and money. He couldn't help but smile. This was the first time he had traded with others without being charged with speculation. He felt extremely happy. He could do the same in the future and say that he was giving gifts to relatives and friends, and the other party would give him gifts in return.
It was freezing cold and the game had already frozen hard, so the blood wouldn't drip. Feng Qingxue threw it directly into the backpack. There was nothing else in the backpack anyway, except for a piece of oilcloth.
After waving goodbye to the diligent young woman and leaving her sight, Feng Qingxue put the pheasants and rabbits into the space.
There's no way around it. It's really tiring to carry over 40 kilograms of weight on my shoulders.
Turning a lane, Feng Qingxue heard a voice begging. She looked closely and saw a young woman in her twenties kneeling in front of the closed door of the courtyard, ignoring the icy weather. She kept knelt and kowtowed, her forehead was broken and blood was flowing, mixed with tears, "Please, sister-in-law, please, save Xiaowu, Xiaowu is your own son, please!"
An impatient middle-aged woman's voice came from the door: "What's the point of begging me? I'm not a doctor who only prescribes medicine to people. The five black categories of landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements and rightists should be killed. Living is a pure waste of food. Deng Hongling, I have severed ties with your family a long time ago. Don't bother me. Even if you die at my doorstep, I will not take you to the hospital."
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Deng Hongling turned around and saw her. A trace of disbelief flashed across her face. She asked hastily, "Are you a doctor?"
Without waiting for her to finish, Deng Hongling pulled her forward and limped to the back of a public toilet near the grocery store. What came into view was a small shabby house, which was even more simple than the original house of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu.
Feng Qingxue followed into the house and saw a little boy lying on a wooden bed, covered with a thin, torn quilt, his chest barely rising or falling.
"Yes, I am a doctor, and I also brought some commonly used medicines."
Her clothes were very thin, with only a padded jacket and a pair of trousers, which were patched on top of each other and looked very shabby, but they were washed clean. Although her face was haggard and skinny, with a scar on her cheek, her facial features were still delicate, although now they were stained with blood.
Deng Hongling's eyes were filled with despair. She pleaded for a long time but received no response. She could only get up and stagger away, dragging her crippled leg.
Feng Qingxue sighed softly. She knew what was going on without having to think. She followed Deng Hongling out of the alley where the person she was looking for was. She quickened her pace and walked up to her. "I'm a doctor. Where is the child you mentioned? I'll help you check."
The boy's exact age could not be determined because he was skinny and small.
"Doctor, doctor, please take a look at him." Deng Hongling pleaded in a low voice, regardless of the blood on her face.
Feng Qingxue put down the backpack and felt the child's pulse. She knew that the child had a high fever due to hunger and cold, but his life was not in danger. She quickly took out the syringe and medicine from the backpack. In fact, she took them out from the space, "Turn the child over, I'll give him a fever-reducing injection."
Deng Hongling quickly went forward, picked up her nephew and turned him over.
After the injection, Feng Qingxue put away the needle and took out a small bottle of alcohol. She said, "Pour the alcohol on your palm and rub it on the child's limbs, chest, and armpits. I'll go buy you a bowl of porridge. Only after drinking the porridge can you have the strength to fight the high fever."
(End of this chapter)