Chapter 439 Girl! What do you want to do?
Just then, there was a small commotion in front of the porridge stall.
A thin, sad-looking middle-aged man was holding a bowl of porridge he had just received, but was reluctant to leave.
He bowed to the guard who was distributing porridge, almost pleadingly: "Brother, please be kind and give me another bowl? Just one bowl! My wife is taking care of a child with a fever in the dilapidated temple and can't leave... This bowl of porridge is not enough for three people..." His rough fingers clasped the edge of the bowl tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
The guard in charge of distributing the porridge frowned, glanced sharply at the man, then looked at the long queue behind them that was waiting impatiently, and said in a cold and hard voice that left no room for negotiation: "The rule is one bowl per person! Take the porridge and leave quickly, don't delay others! If everyone wants as much as you do, what will happen to the people queuing behind you?" He waved his hand, signaling the man to leave.
"Yes, yes, let's go!" "Don't waste time!" The refugees queuing behind also urged them. Hunger and cold have left them with very little patience.
The last glimmer of hope in the man's eyes dimmed and his shoulders slumped.
He stammered twice, but said nothing more in the end. He just lowered his head deeply, holding the bowl of porridge that was extremely precious yet extremely heavy to him, and moved towards a dilapidated shack at the foot of the city wall with a staccato step, looking dejected.
This scene fell clearly into Lan Xiyue's eyes. Her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of solemnity flashed across her eyes.
At this moment, An Yi came back behind her silently like a shadow, bowed and whispered: "Princess, Miss Yun has been sent back to the palace safely."
Lan Xiyue's gaze remained fixed on the figures shivering in the cold wind. She spoke calmly, "An Yi, in this cold winter, a bowl of porridge alone won't warm you up, let alone fill your stomach. When you return, immediately arrange for someone to steam some steamed buns and distribute them with the porridge to alleviate hunger."
An Yi was slightly startled when he heard this, a look of embarrassment on his face. "Princess, this... there are so many refugees, and it's only just winter, so it's still too early for spring to come. If we distribute porridge and dry food every day, I'm afraid... we won't be able to sustain the food supply."
Lan Xiyue waved her hand without hesitation and said firmly, "If there's not enough food, go buy some! When you get back, go get my banknotes and send people to the wealthy neighboring county to buy a large amount of food. Make sure the porridge stalls are constantly supplied."
"Yes! I obey your command!" An Yi's heart trembled, and he immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order.
Lan Xiyue looked at the bleak scene in front of her, and her original interest in shopping had long since disappeared. She was about to turn around and go back home.
Sudden!
“Plop!”
A dull sound of someone falling to the ground echoed in the team, accompanied by a young man's terrified cry: "Grandfather! Grandfather! What happened to you?! Wake up!"
I saw a white-haired old man in the team lying straight on the cold snow, his face pale and his breath weak.
A young man about thirteen or fourteen years old, also in thin clothes, knelt beside him, shaking the old man's body in panic, his voice filled with tears and despair.
Lan Xiyue's eyes focused, and without any hesitation, she walked over quickly.
She squatted down, ignoring the cold and damp snow, stretched out her slender white fingers, and placed them precisely on the old man's skinny wrist.
After a moment, she released her hand and calmly said to the tearful young man beside her, "Your grandfather has caught a severe cold and is extremely weak."
The young man raised his blue, tear-stained face and choked, "Last night...last night my grandfather started coughing...but...but our home was buried in the snow, and we lost everything...I don't even have a penny on me...where can I get the money to buy medicine for my grandfather..." His voice was broken and full of helplessness.
"An Yi, move the old man to a sheltered place nearby." Lan Xiyue ordered in a deep voice.
An Yi immediately stepped forward, picked up the unconscious old man, and placed him on a place slightly sheltered from the wind.
Lan Xiyue turned her wrist, revealing several long, thin silver needles twirling between her fingers. The young man was startled when he saw this and subconsciously rushed over to stop her: "Girl! What do you want to do?"
He looked at Lan Xiyue's young and beautiful face, who was about the same age as him. He couldn't believe that she had any advanced medical skills. He was filled with fear. "No! My grandfather is already like this. What if you..."
"Hmm!" Before he could finish his words, An Yi covered his mouth with his hand with his quick reaction. His other arm was like a pair of pliers, which easily lifted him up and took him aside to control him so that he could not interfere with Lan Xiyue.
Lan Xiyue didn't even raise her eyelids, she was completely focused.
She raised her hand and inserted the needle, her movements were as fast as lightning, yet extremely precise. Several silver needles instantly pierced into the old man's key acupoints.
The silver needle twisted on her fingertips with a strange rhythm.
After a moment, she put away the needle neatly, and with a flash of silver light, the needle disappeared into her sleeve.
Then, she moved her mind slightly, and a small white porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air in her palm. She pulled out the cork, lifted the old man's head, and slowly fed the spiritual spring water in the bottle into the old man's mouth.
A miracle happened!
The old man's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and a slight moan came from his throat.
The next moment, those cloudy, lifeless eyes slowly opened! Although they still showed the fatigue from the illness, they were now bright and no longer lifeless. He looked around blankly, as if he had just woken from a dream.
An Yi loosened his grip on the boy just in time.
The young man immediately rushed back to the old man like an arrow, knelt down, and tightly grasped his grandfather's hand. He was surprised and happy, and his voice trembled: "Grandfather! You're awake! You're really awake! That's great! That's great!"
He suddenly remembered something and looked up at Lan Xiyue who had already stood up. His face flushed instantly, feeling both ashamed and grateful. He scratched his messy hair helplessly, "Miss... I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you just now... I... I saw that you were not very old, so..."
The old man was now fully awake and struggling to get up. His cloudy eyes fell on Lan Xiyue, filled with gratitude and relief for having survived: "Miss... Miss... it was you... who saved my worthless life... Such great kindness... I... I..." He was so excited that he was incoherent and was struggling to kowtow.
Lan Xiyue reached out her hand to support him, her voice still calm, "Old man, the ground is cold, please get up quickly."
An Yi had just put the old man on the ground to make it easier to rescue him, but the snow on the ground was freezing cold.
With the help of the young man, the old man stood up tremblingly, bowed deeply to Lan Xiyue, and expressed his gratitude profusely.
Afterwards, with the support of his grandson, he staggered back to the porridge stall and quietly stood at the end of the queue.
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