Waiting and waiting, the sun set behind the mountain and night covered the sky. It was not until late at night that the doctor opened the door and came out of the room. The doctor leaned against the door frame, shaking his sleeves and fanning himself, looking exhausted.

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Zheng Qiu and his father rushed to him instantly, one grabbed his shoulders and the other grabbed his clothes. "Doctor, what's going on inside?"

"Yes, doctor, how is my senior sister?"

The doctor wiped his sweat and replied: "I borrowed blood and my life was saved, but only temporarily."

"What? How can I save it temporarily? Are you still not a doctor?" Zheng Qiu's father became excited and couldn't help but exert force on his hands.

"What are you doing? Let go of your hand. Let go!" The doctor pushed Zheng Qiu's father away. "Do you still want her to live?"

"I think so, of course I do."

"Now, let me tell you, she soaked in the water for too long. The water in this river is not clean. There are already signs of infection."

"Infection!" Zheng Qiu knew that after being injured, he would be infected if he touched something unclean, and then the wound would not heal. If the fever continued, he would die within a few days. He kept tugging on the doctor's clothes: "Then

Is there any way? Doctor, please save my senior sister, you can definitely..."

"Okay, okay," the doctor interrupted Zheng Qiu, "I can prescribe medicine, but it depends on her whether she can survive it. Of course, you have to take good care of her."

Zheng Qiu's father patted his chest: "Doctor, don't worry, as long as you prescribe medicine, we will definitely take care of you."

The doctor patted his sleeves: "I have always believed that patients are the most important. I don't care about you rushing into the clinic in the morning, carrying me here, and your hands just now. But the cost of the medicine, you

But I can’t not give it.”

Zheng Qiu's father's expression froze, and then he showed an embarrassed look: "This...doctor, tell me, I will never owe you the cost of the medicine. I will pay for it even if you sell it."

The doctor looked back at the room and shrugged: "The medicine to treat infection is not cheap. I don't think you can get it even if you sell it."

"Then this..."

"Well... let's do this. I'll make an exception and keep an account for you. From now on, you can pay back a little every month."

Zheng Qiu's father was overjoyed: "That's great, you are such a good person and doctor!"

"It's not too late to wait until the money for the medicine is paid off." The doctor looked up at the dark night sky and said to Zheng Qiu's father, "Do you have any other place to stay in the middle of the night? You can't let me go back.

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"Yes, yes, it's the room next to it. I'll open the door!"

Seeing his father leading the doctor away, Zheng Qiu hesitated for a while, then opened the door and poked his head in. Zheng Qiu's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, while the master moved a stool to sit on the head of the bed.

Zheng Qiu approached slowly. On the bed, the senior sister was wearing his mother's clothes, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she seemed to have no breath at all.

"master?"

"Good disciple, don't worry, senior sister is still alive."

"Son, come here." Zheng Qiu's mother moved and patted the edge of the bed for Zheng Qiu to sit down.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Qiu found that his mother's voice was a little soft, showing fatigue.

The master explained: "The doctor used blood to save senior sister's life. The blood he borrowed was your mother's."

"Mother! How are you? Is everything okay?"

"It's okay. The doctor said, rest for half a month and don't do heavy work. You will recover soon."

The next day, Zheng Qiu's father sent the doctor back to the clinic and got the medicine according to the prescription at noon.

The master made two stoves with river mud, specially used for decoction and ointment. Zheng Qiu's mother stayed in the room to rest, changing the dressing for the senior sister, and wiping her body. Zheng Qiu asked for a long time, but was only given a pot of boiling water.

Pot life.

The doctor's medicine was very effective, and the elder sister showed no signs of fever, and as time passed, the elder sister's complexion gradually improved.

On the eighth day, Zheng Qiu's mother's surprised cry came from the house: "Wake up, wake up!" After hearing this, Zheng Qiu and his master threw away what they were holding and ran into the house to take a look.

I saw the elder sister's eyes slightly opened on the bed, and her eyes slowly swept over the bed, seeming a little confused.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!" Zheng Qiu lay down on the edge of the bed and called her loudly.

Hearing someone calling her, the senior sister's eyes moved over and stopped on Zheng Qiu's face. After a long time, the senior sister's eyes opened again, and her eyes were a little brighter than before.

"Yao...tong..." The senior sister moved her mouth slightly and squeezed out two words, the sound was faint and faint, and Zheng Qiu could only hear it if she put her ear to it.

"Master, master!" Zheng Qiu looked up and said with joy on his face, "The senior sister called me, you see she recognized me!"

The master raised his hand and patted him on the head: "Be quiet, she needs to rest now. If you keep making noise like this, stay outside."

Zheng Qiu hugged his head and shrank to his mother: "I understand, master, I won't make any noise, I won't make any noise."

Zheng Qiu's mother asked the master: "Brother, can she eat now?"

"We can't do it now. We have to first make rice soup, then porridge, and feed it little by little." The master pulled Zheng Qiu over, "Don't you always want to help? Come on, follow the master to the kitchen."

After feeding rice soup for two days, the elder sister's condition improved a bit and her body could move slowly. Then after feeding gruel for three days, the elder sister was finally able to sit up and eat from a bowl by herself while leaning on the pillow.

"Son, the porridge is ready. Bring it to your senior sister quickly." Mother handed the bowl to Zheng Qiu, "Be careful not to burn it."

Zheng Qiu walked out of the kitchen with small steps, pouting along the way to cool the porridge.

"Sister, it's time for some porridge!" Zheng Qiu opened the door and was shocked to see the scene inside.

The senior sister fell to the ground, her hair disheveled. Things in the room were scattered all over the floor, drawers and cabinets were opened, and everything inside was rummaged around.

"Sister, senior sister, what's going on?" Zheng Qiu put the bowl on the table and ran up to help.

Unexpectedly, the senior sister stretched out her hand, grabbed Zheng Qiu's arm, and shouted loudly: "Yao boy, where is the letter? Where is the letter?"

"Letter, what letter?"

"Letter! Where is the letter I put inside my clothes?"

"Sister, there is no letter. I rescued you from the river that day, but I never saw any letter."

"No, this is impossible!" The senior sister shook her head repeatedly, her hair even more messy, "Where is my dress? Where is it?"

"The clothes are still there. Senior sister, let me help you back to bed first, and then I'll get them."

"No, go now, now!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going now, I'm going now."

Zheng Qiu quickly ran to the utility room and dug out the dress from the basket where old things were thrown away. Patting the dust on it, Zheng Qiu held it up in front of the senior sister.

"Where are the sleeves? Where did the sleeves go?"

"Senior sister, there are no sleeves. When I rescued you that day, your clothes were torn. Look, this waist and this skirt were torn at that time..."

Zheng Qiu found that the senior sister had stopped moving while he was talking. He put down his clothes and moved closer, only to find that the senior sister was crying with her head down.
Chapter completed!