Jun Jiuling

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Shi Qing wrapped the torn turban around his face again, looked up at the front, and could faintly see the checkpoints and the soldiers checking pedestrians.

It's almost there.

Shi Qing looked at the bamboo basket in front of him.

Shi Qing was not a peddler who came to the capital, and what was placed in the bamboo basket was not family-produced fruits, vegetables and rice, but a child wrapped in a quilt.

There is more than one child. There is a child in each of the front and back baskets, one older and the other smaller.

"Da Niu, it's almost here, just keep going." Shi Qing stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt, and said to the child inside.

The child didn't respond in the slightest, as if he had fallen asleep.

Shi Qing sighed, and looked back again.

"Two cows?" he shouted.

A head poked out from under the quilt, revealing a little boy with red cheeks and blinking big eyes.

A smile appeared on Shi Qing's face.

"Sit down, let's continue on our way," he said.

The little boy nodded and shrank back under the quilt.

Shi Qing was just about to pick up the pole.

"This fellow." A passer-by suddenly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Are you going to Guanghua Temple?"

The passer-by stepped forward, but kept a distance, his eyes swept over the two bamboo baskets in front and back, and his eyes could not hide his guard.

The capital is besieged by children with acne, and now few people will bring their children to the vicinity of the capital, unless they are children who already suffer from acne.

Shi Qing didn't intend to hide it either.

"Yes," he said.

The passer-by looked sympathetic.

"You'd better not go." He said in a low voice, looking forward with some anxiety, "You don't know yet, do you?"

have no idea? Do not know what is this?

"I know that Miss Jun, a miraculous doctor, treats acne in Guanghua Temple." Shi Qing said.

The passerby waved his hand.

"That's all a lie." He said in a low voice, "The acne over there can't be cured at all."

Can it be cured? Liar? Shi Qing looked surprised, how could it be...

"I don't say anything over there now, just because I'm afraid that you will run around, and you will be locked up when you go." The passer-by said in a low voice, "I heard that people died in Guanghua Temple one after another."

Is that so?

Shi Qing couldn't believe it.

"This is not allowed to be said. The government in other places has begun to strictly prohibit children with acne from going out. They are not allowed to be said near the capital, because they are afraid that you will run around." The passer-by whispered, with some sympathy, "Hurry up Let’s go back soon, you’re waiting to die if you go there.”

After saying that, he shrank his head and walked away quickly.

Shi Qing stood there blankly.

Can't it be cured? Going there is waiting to die.

He looked at the child in the bamboo basket in front of him, waiting to die wherever he went. He gritted his teeth, bent over to pick up the pole, and strode forward unsteadily. place.

Passing the checkpoints all the way smoothly, Shi Qing asked the soldier Guanghua Temple with careful thoughts, can he cure acne? The soldiers categorically said yes, and then personally escorted him to Guanghua Temple.

If he hadn't met that passer-by before, Shi Qing would have been grateful for this treatment, but now he is only beating drums in his heart more and more.

This is actually not an escort, it is an escort, as the passer-by said, I am afraid that they will run away.

No matter what, Shi Qing brought the two children to Guanghua Temple.

"Come here to register."

Handymen dressed in the same clothes greeted him, they looked orderly, and their expressions were relaxed and friendly, not as depressing as hell on earth.

"Are you both kids?" asked a handyman.

Shi Qing shook his head.

"The older one is not sick." He said, with a sad expression, looking at the younger son sitting in the bamboo basket, "Their mother is gone, and there is no one else in my family. The older one is sick, and others I'm afraid, I have no place to send the little one, so I have to take it with me."

Otherwise, whoever dares to bring a healthy child to this place where acne-affected children gather, it is too late to hide.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps.

"Brother, brother." A child's voice called out, "Where is the bamboo pole?"

Shi Qing looked subconsciously, and saw a boy about seven or eight years old running towards him, maybe his face was flushed because of running.

This is a healthy child.

Are children still used here as handymen? Shi Qing was surprised.

"Little Four." The handyman beckoned to the child, "I'll deliver the bamboo poles, and you take this uncle and his child inside to the doctor who is attending."

The child called Xiao Si waved to Shi Qing in response, Shi Qing picked up the burden with a disturbed expression and followed, his eyes kept turning around the child along the way.

"How long have you been here?" He couldn't help asking.

Xiaosi walked bouncingly and turned around when he heard the words.

"It's been more than ten days." He thought for a while and said, "I can't remember."

Ten days?

"Are you here to work?" Shi Qing asked again.

"Not really." Xiao Si said.

Shi Qing still wanted to ask something, but Xiao Si quickened his pace.

"Doctor Kuang," he shouted, "the patient is here again."

A doctor came over upon hearing the sound, looked at Shi Qing and greeted him with a smile, then leaned over to inspect the child in Shi Qing's bamboo basket.

"I've been sick for a long time," Dr. Kuang said.

Shi Qing nodded shyly.

"Please, doctor, save the child." He choked up and said, about to kneel down.

Doctor Kuang hurriedly supported him.

"We're doing the best we can," he said, "but you know acne doesn't work."

Sure enough, he didn't say it could be cured, Shi Qing felt a little disappointed, but what can he do, he nodded.

"Let me take a look at this child..." Dr. Kuang said, then went to another bamboo basket and gasped.

"This child is not sick." Shi Qing said.

"I'm not sick." Doctor Kuang said, looking at the child thoughtfully, "You brought him too."

Shi Qing hurriedly explained his difficulties, then looked at Xiaosi who was still standing aside, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't hold back.

"Doctor, is the child who is not sick here okay?" He said.

Doctor Kuang smiled, and looked at Xiao Si.

"Children who are not sick are really fine here." He said, looking at Shi Qing again, "Although we may not be able to cure children who are sick, we can make children who are not sick not suffer from illness." Acne attack."

What?

Shi Qing was struck by lightning.

Keep children who are not sick from acne! really can?

"Of course." Doctor Kuang said with a smile, pointing at Xiao Si, "He is the one, not only him, we also have four children here."

As if to verify his words, a child's voice came from inside, and Shi Qing saw four children coming out carrying a large bucket of clothes, as if they were going to dry them.

The oldest of these four children was eleven or twelve, and the youngest was only three or four years old, and they ran along like little tails.

"Brother, brother, let me lift, let me lift, too."

The sound of milk and milk gas rang in my ears.

Shi Qing's whole body went numb, and he knelt down suddenly.

"Doctor, please save my child, so that my child will not be attacked by acne." He shouted.

If you no longer worry about acne in this life, this is also hope, this is hope.

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"Miss Jun."

Old Doctor Feng stepped into the Buddhist hall and looked at the girl standing in front of the medicine boxes.

This is the vaccinia collected during this time.

"How's that new kid who got vaccinated?" Miss Jun turned around and asked.

Old Doctor Feng nodded.

"No problem, I didn't even lie down, I had a fever yesterday, and today I ran around with Zhou Maomao." He said with a smile.

"Then do you have any doubts?" Miss Jun said.

Old Doctor Feng shook his head.

"No more," he said.

"Then, let's announce the news." Miss Jun said, standing at the entrance of the Buddha Hall and looking out, "I want everyone to know that our Guanghua Temple is not a place to kill people, it has always been a place to save the living. "

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Thanks to Xiaoyou from Kuiguazi, Bingyi from the South, and md12 for the rewards and Choi.

Well, this episode is over.