Ye Ming's voice was not loud, but it attracted everyone's attention.
"Ye Ming also knows medical skills?"
"As you said, the Ye family has been practicing medicine for generations. Ye Ming has been exposed to it since he was a child. Even if he doesn't learn it, he can still understand it."
"How can a person with poor brains treat people's illnesses?"
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. Ye Ming's dementia has long been cured! He is still doing business now!"
Various whispers came, but Ye Ming didn't take it seriously, he just looked at his father with affirmative eyes.
Ye Jinxian was hesitant. Azhen was already dead. How could a dead person be resurrected? But thinking about how he fell off a cliff and was almost dead but was saved by his son, maybe Xiao Ming really had a way?
Wang Defa was in despair and kept mumbling that it was impossible. Ye Ming didn't bother to ask for his opinion and walked directly to Azhen.
Azhen's daughter was still sobbing. Ye Ming reached out and touched her head: "Don't worry, I will save your mother."
Azhen's daughter raised her head, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Ye Ming had just observed Azhen through his wonderful eyes. Her heart had stopped beating, but her soul had not left her body, and her breath was stuck in her throat for a long time.
People often say that a person can survive with one breath, and this breath is the breath stuck in Azhen's throat. As long as this breath does not go away, there is still hope of saving the person.
Ye Ming stretched out his thumb and pressed it on Azhen's throat, pouring a trace of spiritual energy into her body and reintroducing that breath into her body.
This breath alone is not enough to revive Azhen, her heart must also start beating again.
Ye Ming took out several silver needles from his father's medicine box, pierced them around Azhen's heart, and then flicked them with his spiritual fingers. The stopped heart was stimulated and soon began to tremble.
Feeling that A-Zhen had a glimmer of life, Ye Ming was immediately overjoyed and quickly performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her. He put his hands on her chest and pressed rhythmically. It didn't take long for A-Zhen's throat to make an inhaling sound.
"Fuck! He's alive! Azhen is alive!"
The onlookers suddenly became agitated, and they all stared in shock as Azhen's face gradually changed from purple to blue.
Ye Jinxian didn't expect that his son would really save Ah Zhen, so he hurried over to help after being stunned for a moment.
After a while of tossing, Azhen finally came to her senses. She coughed violently and spit out several mouthfuls of blood-tinged phlegm.
When Wang Defa saw his daughter-in-law come back from the dead, he danced for joy, crawled over and hugged Azhen without letting go, with a lot of snot and tears, crying like a child weighing two hundred pounds.
"The dead have been saved. The Ye family boy really has two brushes!"
"What's this called? Yes! The master is better than the master. Uncle Jin Xian finally has a successor!"
"Ye Ming, this kid, usually looks stupid and stupid, but I didn't expect that he surprised me at the critical moment. He hides it well enough!"
The villagers gave Ye Ming a thumbs up, as if they were free of charge. Ye Jinxian also had a smile on his face. His son's medical skills were recognized by the villagers, and he felt happier than when he cured a patient for the first time.
Now that Azhen had been rescued, Luo Youfu dispersed the villagers who were watching in the courtyard, and then dragged Wang Defa into the house with a pale face.
No matter how Luo Youfu scolded Wang Defa, Ye Ming took his father home and met Liu Qing on the way.
Liu Qing asked with concern: "Xiao Ming, how is Zhen?"
Ye Ming said: "It's okay. Sister Qing, where are you going?"
Liu Qing said: "I'm going to see Azhen."
Liu Qing and Azhen were from the same village and had a good relationship on weekdays. When she heard that Azhen had hanged herself, Liu Qing was very worried and wanted to come over and see if she could be of any help.
Ye Ming said: "Azhen is in a low mood. Sister Qing, you might as well go and comfort her."
Liu Qing nodded, said goodbye to Ye Ming and walked towards Wang Defa's house.
Ye Ming rode his bicycle and took his father home. As soon as he entered the house, there was a sound at the door.
"Xiao Ming, Uncle Jinxian!"
Ye Ming turned around and saw Li Hu holding two bottles of wine and standing at the door smiling at him.
"You go ahead, I can leave by myself!"
Ye Jinxian waved his hand and walked into the house.
"What's the matter?" Ye Ming walked over and asked.
Li Hu handed over the two bottles of wine and said, "Thank you for helping me sell the cow last time, otherwise I would have to pay a lot of money! To thank you, I specially brought two bottles of wine for you to try."
The price of beef has been falling in the past two days. If Ye Ming hadn't been the matchmaker, he would have had to pay tens of thousands of dollars in compensation.
Ye Ming said: "My fellow villagers, I should do you a little favor. Forget about the wine, I don't usually drink."
"If you don't want to drink it, save it for Uncle Jinxian to drink."
Li Hu forced the wine into Ye Ming's hand, but he still had no intention of leaving.
"Is there anything else?"
Li Hu laughed dryly: "There is indeed something else. I sold my cows and have no income, so I want you to help me find some work."
Ye Ming frowned slightly. Li Hu was relying on himself. He was selling cattle and still looking for a job. How about using me as the HR manager?
Seeing Ye Ming's reluctance, Li Hu suddenly said with a bitter look on his face: "Xiao Ming, just be a good person and do it to the end. I haven't learned any crafts, and no one is willing to go out to work at this age, because raising cattle will cost you money."
Qian, my tigress fights with me every day, look at me here!"
As he spoke, Li Hu pulled his collar, and Ye Ming saw several blood marks on his chest, probably scratched by his wife.
Although Li Hu is the village bully, his wife is even more tough. People often joke that Li Hu is the tiger from Xiahewan and his wife is Wu Song.
Li Hu said with a grimace: "She beat me several times in seven days, each time harder than the last. If I don't find a job to make money, she will beat me to death!"
Seeing Li Hu's miserable appearance, Ye Ming also felt compassion.
Ye Ming thought for a while and said, "Don't you have a van at home? You can help me deliver goods to the county town once a day. I will give you three hundred yuan every day, not including food or gas."
Li Hu quickly calculated in his mind that his van was powered by both oil and gas. A round trip to the county town cost about 40 yuan. Even if he had a meal in the county town at noon, it would only cost 60 yuan at most. He would make a net profit of 240 yuan a day, which is 7 yuan a month.
One thousand two hundred yuan is more than what you can earn by going out to work.
"I'll take this job!" Li Hu thanked him profusely and asked Ye Ming when he would start delivering goods.
Ye Ming said: "Forget it today, come over early tomorrow morning and I will tell you where you are going."
After finding a job, his wife would not lose his temper, and Li Hu went back happily.
Ye Ming returned to the house, and his father was sitting on a chair, flipping through a small book.
"Xiao Ming, sit down."
Ye Jinxian waved, and Ye Ming knew that his father wanted to talk to him, so he pulled up a chair and sat across from him.
Ye Jinxian said earnestly: "Xiao Ming, our family has been practicing medicine for generations. I am getting older and older, and now my legs and feet are inconvenient. It is time for you to take over this position."
Ye Ming nodded seriously. He inherited the medical skills from his ancestors, and it was natural to follow his father's footsteps.
Ye Jinxian was worried that Ye Ming would object at first, but he was very pleased to see that he agreed.
"This is the account book I remembered from before. Take a look."
Ye Ming took the account book and glanced at it. It was densely packed with debts from each household. After a rough calculation, he found that the most he owed in five years was only three hundred yuan.
"Dad, do you want me to clear the account?"
Ye Jinxian shook his head and said: "These people who keep accounts are all in financial difficulty. We can't ask for the money, but you have to write down the accounts, and you have to write them down in front of them."
Ye Ming doesn't understand. Why do we need to keep accounts if we don't need money? This chapter has been completed!