Jiang Ling sat down at Fengtai Restaurant and ordered only three dishes and one soup. After eating, the meal cost reached sixty-four yuan.

Although the price was expensive, he was satisfied with this meal.

After leaving the restaurant, holding the remaining thirty-six coins, Jiang Ling said with a smile: "Money is indeed a good thing. Now that I only have this little left, I'm afraid I won't be able to spend it like this again at night."

If it gets dark, you have to find a place to stay, which is another expense.

"Maybe we can find a cheaper place to live first, what do you think?" he asked Huang Gou.

"Woof~" The yellow dog wagged its tail, its eyes were honest, as if it was responding to anything.

Jiang Ling smiled and stepped forward, thinking in his heart, if he came to live in peace, how should he deal with himself in the future?

Not far away, I saw a medical center nearby, with a young woman kneeling at the door holding a baby girl in her arms, asking for treatment.

But in the medical clinic, the doctor ordered the staff to push and curse me, and refused to let me in.

No matter how much the young woman cried, the doctor not only ignored her, but also found it too noisy.

Not long after, someone hurried over and told the doctor that something had happened at [Xianheng Pawn Shop] and that he wanted to ask the doctor to come and treat him.

After saying that, the man presented him with a generous medical fee.

The doctor smiled warmly and went with the man while carrying the medicine box.

The young woman outside the hospital shouted after her, but was finally stopped by the waiter.

The doctor walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back and said: "Drive her away, drive her away, and don't die here if you want to die. If you ruin the reputation of my medical clinic, I will pursue her to the end!"

The waiter obeyed and pushed a few times. The young woman staggered and fell to the ground while protecting the baby girl.

The orphaned girl and widowed mother were helpless, but all the passers-by pointed at her, and no one came forward to help her.

The young woman was unable to seek medical treatment, so she sat on the ground holding the baby girl in her arms and cried bitterly.

The clerk at the medical clinic became irritated when he heard that, and stood at the door and cursed: "If you want to cry, go cry somewhere else. Isn't it shameful to cry here?"

The young woman cried for a while and saw more and more advice around her. Finally, out of concern for her face, she stood up with the baby girl in her arms and wanted to leave.

But when she reached the street, she heard the girl in her arms coughing violently. She hurriedly knelt down and patted the girl's back.

When Jiang Ling saw it, he couldn't help but went over and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The young woman raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and she didn't know what to say.

The girl in her arms was coughing more and more violently, and her chest was wet and resonant. Perhaps she still had a high fever and was unconscious.

"The doctor said she...the poison has entered her lungs and there is no cure..."

She was probably too cold-eyed, and it was the first time that Jiang Ling came forward to ask with such concern, so the young woman swallowed hard and replied like this.

Poison and evil entering the lungs?

'The moist rales in the lungs are so heavy, so the so-called poisonous evil enters the lungs, and I think it is pneumonia.'

In ancient times, this disease was indeed difficult to treat, and survival depended entirely on luck.

But the girl in the young woman's arms is unconscious, and if she doesn't take medicine, her life will be in danger.

"This syndrome may be contagious, so don't get too close to her mouth and nose."

Jiangling kindly reminded me.

The young woman said sadly: "We are dependent on each other. If something happens to her, I don't have to live alone."

As he spoke, the tears started again.

Jiang Ling hesitated a little, entered the alley next to him, took a scroll, drew a rectangular shape with charcoal, and wrote "Azithromycin Dry Suspension" on it.

According to his previous experience, when he was painting, he had his own thoughts and ideas.

When the painting is finished, wait patiently.

I thought that the painting would be completed, but I had no idea. I waited for a quarter of an hour, but to no avail.

'It's weird, it feels right, why can't it work?'

Thinking back to the previous comparisons, when I was thinking a lot,

He suddenly realized: "By the way, the things drawn with charcoal can become spirits. When I suffer, the spirit can come out and protect me."

And if you want to make the lie come true, I'm afraid you need to sacrifice blood to make it possible."

Thinking of this, he made a small attempt. He squeezed out some blood from an unhealed wound on his arm, dipped it in with a wooden branch, and then copied it.

When the painting was completed, the golden light bloomed.

The scroll shimmered with light, and in the blink of an eye, a medicine box rolled down.

'I see, I understand.'

My thoughts moved again, so I drew another box and wrote the words "ibuprofen granules" on it.

When the painting was completed, the golden glow rose again, and in the blink of an eye, the medicine box rolled down again.

The two paintings were successful in succession, and Jiangling was very happy.

I felt a little lucky for myself in my heart - "These medicinal paintings can come true, and I don't have to worry about myself dying of illness in the future."

He walked out of the alleyway with two boxes of medicine. When he saw that the young woman was not leaving, he went over to open two boxes of medicine and handed them to her.

"I have a medicine that may cure her. Are you willing to give it a try?"

The young woman wiped away her tears and looked up, her eyes blank with hope: "Is there really a cure?"

"It can be cured, but I can't absolutely guarantee it," Jiang Ling said.

Severe pneumonia would require hospitalization even in later generations. But with only two oral medications, he was not absolutely sure.

"How should I take this medicine?" The young woman looked at the strange medicine in confusion.

Ever since she was a child, she had never seen or even heard of such medicine.

"Just take it with warm water."

Thinking that the girl's inflammation was quite severe, he gave her another pack of [azithromycin dry suspension].

"Take them separately. The first one can lower her body temperature. The second one, take two sachets together, can eliminate the evil poison in the body."

After giving the medicine, Jiang Ling turned around and left.

The yellow dog followed behind, wagging its tail, and always stayed within three feet.

When Jiang Ling walked away, the medical clerk sarcastically said outside the door: "It is common sense that evil poison enters the lungs and medicine and stone cannot cure it. I wish you, Mrs. Yao, if you believe that kid, I am sure you will regret it."

There is no need for a doctor to diagnose and treat the disease in person. The clerk is exposed to the disease every day in the medical clinic and can be regarded as knowledgeable.

The girl's symptoms were similar almost every year, and the consequences were, without exception, death without treatment.

In this case, if you take it back for rest, you may be able to live for seven days, or at least two or three days.

But if the illness is urgent and you seek medical treatment, it is hard to say whether you will be able to see the sun again tomorrow.

People around him were also pointing and talking.

With such a strange face and young age like Jiang Ling, how could he understand the art of Qi Huang?

Isn’t it ridiculous to believe in such a naive person?

But the young woman held the medicine tightly and never let go: "Everyone on the left and right is hopeless, so why not?"

Obviously, she actually had doubts in her heart.

However, when she fell into this situation, she really had no second choice.

If you believe it, there is still hope.

If you doubt it, your last hope will be lost.

She doesn't want this,

Picking up her daughter, she looked lonely and walked away from home.

…

Jiang Ling walked all the way to the end of the street and saw an inn. When he entered, he asked about the price, and it turned out to be forty cents a night.

He only had thirty-six cents in his hand. When asked about the discount, the host smiled and said, "Forty cents is too much? If you can't get it out, don't stay at the hotel. Or, you can just go to Zhujiazhuang, where you can pay half a cent."

No. It’s wide and big. As long as you dare to go there, you can live there as long as you want.”

Zhujiazhuang?

"Is there such a place?"

"Of course, the Zhu family is a big family, and the people in Guobei County who can surpass the Zhu family in terms of background are only five fingers away. What? Do you really want to go?" The host smiled.

Some of the waiters and tourists nearby also looked at Jiangling curiously.

Fortunately, he was a foreigner. If he were a local, he would not ask such a question at all.

"Where is Zhujiazhuang?" Jiang Ling asked.
Chapter completed!