After receiving the news that their two sons had fallen into the water, the Bai family returned home anxiously that night.
Seeing that their two sons were still alive, the two of them were relieved of their high spirits and both lamented the benefits of practicing virtue and doing good deeds.
Although something could still happen, at least he was still alive.
They are all used to it.
Mr. Bai, whose only name is "Ji", opened a medical clinic in the town called "Bai Family Medical Clinic". It was grand and well-known, and many doctors were invited to attend clinics. Countless patients came to seek help.
All serious and minor illnesses are treated without exception. The medical fees for poor families are waived and only part of the cost of medicinal materials is charged.
In order to show his sincerity, he would personally take pulses and diagnoses, prescribe medicines and write prescriptions on weekdays. Mrs. Bai was there to assist him, grasping medicines and grinding ink, and taking care of the patients with ease, without any imitation of others.
Master Bai naturally checked the pulses of his two sons one by one. After checking, he found that the younger son was unharmed. He was just a little weak and slightly frightened.
He breathed a sigh of relief and thought that it would be fine to prescribe some qi-tonifying tonics and a few words of comfort.
Little did he know that his youngest son had already passed through the gate of hell again today.
The eldest son's situation was far worse than he imagined.
He actually found the "seven strange pulses" in his body. The pulse was sparse and narrow, the rhythm of the pulse was uneven, scattered and disorderly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which meant that the blood was about to be depleted and the disease was critical.
Mr. Bai looked solemn.
Erlang of his own still seemed to be fine and in good spirits, and he still cared about and warned Sanlang, knowing that this was only temporary.
It is thought that this pulse pattern is also a "dead vein", which reflects the symptoms of the internal organs dying and the veins drying up.
Every day from now on he will pay with his life.
Finally, the oil ran out and the lamp ran dry, and the energy was exhausted and he died.
Mr. Bai's mind was shaken, and he felt like his head was wandering.
How could this be?
The medicinal materials needed for Erlang's illness were fully prepared every day, and there was no shortage of precious medicinal materials. Some of the rare ones were specially sent by his youngest son.
When he asked where it came from, the younger son only said that he found it in the mountains. In addition, he couldn't restrain himself and didn't want to restrain himself, so he let him go.
The medicines Erlang took were all prescriptions written by him himself to deal with the symptoms, and he ordered the kitchen to cook them on time every day. Although it could not cure the root cause, it could also be temporarily postponed.
But now that he has not been home for just over a month, Erlang's illness has deteriorated rapidly.
It shouldn't be like this.
Is there an evil servant at home causing trouble?
There is no reason for this.
In just a moment, Mr. Bai gave up this idea and shook his dizzy head.
He was indeed dizzy.
Most of the servants of the Bai family are loyal servants left over from the older generation, and they are loyal to the Bai family. The servants and maids on duty are the children of these people, they are honest and reliable, and they are all good children.
The person responsible for decoction for Erlang was personally designated by him, and with Chang Shan's personal supervision, the possibility of the medicinal materials being exchanged was extremely slim.
Then I thought of Erlang's temperament, unless...
Thinking of that possibility, his face suddenly turned dark.
As expected by Mr. Bai, Bai Erlang suddenly developed a high fever that night, talked nonsense, and fell into a coma. In the end, he vented too much and took in too little air.
The couple were immediately in a hurry, pricking acupuncture and decoction. After a little improvement, everything went according to plan and in order, and they had no time to take care of their little son.
Therefore, Bai Sanlang was sent back to his yard by the servant that night.
Bai Sanlang knew that his current medical skills were lacking and he was not as good as his father, so staying would only cause trouble, so he followed and left obediently.
He knew from an early age that his presence would only bring trouble to others.
He had faced the threat of death more than once, and that soul-stirring coldness had long been engraved in his bones.
But he is not afraid.
Death is just another kind of relief for him, but it will be endless pain for his relatives.
He also wanted to live a good life, and he had complained about the injustice of God. Why did he treat him so harshly?
But when he looked back and saw his second brother, who was suffering from a serious illness, and his parents who worked so hard for them, he didn't complain.
My mother said that cause and effect reincarnate, and good people will be rewarded.
He cannot complain blindly, he must learn to accept it.
Maybe he really did too many sins in his previous life and owed countless karma, so God would punish him like this in this life.
He Baizhu swears here that after receiving this punishment, he will become a good doctor in the future, save lives and heal the wounded, and accumulate virtue and do good deeds. He should regard it as atonement for his previous life!
Bai Erlang secretly decided.
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No wonder Mr. Bai became a famous miracle doctor. In terms of strength, he was still very strong. Bai Erlang recovered from his fever that night, calmed down and fell asleep.
Mrs. Bai sat in front of the bed and looked at her son who was finally sleeping peacefully. She leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, covered her mouth and sobbed softly, making a "purring" sound like a kitten.
The more I cried, the sadder I became. The heart-piercing emotions suddenly hit my heart and were about to spread.
In the end, she couldn't control herself and ran out of the house. Finally, she ran to the courtyard door, collapsed on the ground along the courtyard door, covered her face with her hands, and cried loudly.
There is despair in the cry, and there is mourning in the despair.
What sin did she commit in her previous life that warrants such retribution in this life? Retribution should be directed at her, so why should her son bear it?
Aji, her miserable child.
Mr. Bai sat quietly in front of the bed, looking at his eldest son with a complicated expression.
When his wife broke down and left him, he did not go to comfort her because he knew that this day would come sooner or later, and it was fate.
As the head of the family, he cannot mess up his position, even if the Bai family falls, he cannot fall.
Without Atian, they still have Athu.
Mr. Bai sat quietly in Bai Erlang's room all night. When he left the room the next day, his temples were already turning white.
So all the servants in the White House were talking privately: Erlang was going to die of illness, the master was so sad that his hair turned gray overnight, and the wife cried so much that her eyes almost went blind.
Chuan Yun was still lying on the table in the room. She "had a house" to live in, and it was the same everywhere, so she was too lazy to move.
Bai Erlang looked very weak when he was brought back by the boy last night, but he did not close his eyes to rest. Instead, he lay flat on the bed with his eyes open, staring straight at the mosquito net above.
He stared at it all night, his eyes empty and dull.
I don't know what I'm thinking about.
Especially this morning, when he suddenly heard the maids and servants talking, saying that Bai Erlang was going to die of illness, he sat up suddenly.
He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and stopped getting out of bed. Then he lowered his head and sneered, then put his feet back on the bed.
He very calmly bent down and pulled the quilt up to his chest, and then fell straight down again.
Looking at the mosquito net again, I was stunned.
There was movement from the other side of the bed, but Chuan Yun ignored it and huddled in his shell, letting him die.
Anyway, she was already full, and while the maid was taking away the pastries, she secretly moved a few pieces into the small space, so that she wouldn't be hungry for the time being.
She was still a little angry now. The little unfortunate guy seemed quite smart sometimes, but she didn't expect that he would have such stupid ideas.
This Bai Jiaerlang himself was born with deficiencies, so how could the diseases brought in the mother's body be cured by his death?
She can save him the first time, but she won't save him the second time.
Now it is normal for Bai Erlang to die of illness.
Chuanyun's heart didn't waver at all, because in her opinion, Bai Erlang was just a stranger.
Even the little unfortunate guy was just a slightly familiar stranger to her. This chapter has been completed!