The poor mountains and bad waters give rise to unruly people, and the dog fights against the power of the people and pretends to be the tiger.
Wherever there are people, there will be unreasonable barbarism.
In order to pursue their own interests, they ignore the life and death of others.
There is essentially no difference in this point whether it is in a prosperous city or a backward village in a remote area.
After understanding the cause and effect, Mu Mu didn't say much, and secretly urged the spiritual power to flow into Wang Changhou's ankle, secretly helping him activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
When Wang Xinyi found safflower oil and plaster, the man sitting on the armchair stood up in a daze and said, "Why do I feel that my feet don't hurt at all?"
"Hey, the swelling seems to have subsided."
"I, I, I, I take two steps."
He put on his cotton shoes with dumbfounded eyes, and said with an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "Brother Luo's concoction is so effective? It can not only stop bleeding, but also cure bruises and sprains?"
Wang Xinyi said suspiciously: "Are you sure there is no problem?"
Wang Changhou ran a few steps, jumped out of the threshold, bowed on his knees and said: "I can kill a cow."
Mumu turned sideways and suppressed a smile, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Maybe it's because Uncle Wang has a special physique and recovers faster than ordinary people."
Wang Changhou grinned happily, and just as he was about to say something "humbly", a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly rushed into the yard, crying and shouting: "Uncle, please go and see the tiger."
"Pang Guo unleashed his dogs to bite people, and the tigers were forced to hide in the abandoned mud house of Old Man Li's house."
"As a result, the rotten half of the house completely collapsed and the tiger's cub was buried."
The bright smile that remained at the corner of Wang Changhou's mouth froze in an instant, and he rushed forward with staggering steps: "You, what did you say?"
The young man collapsed and cried: "Huzi is covered in blood and unconscious. We will rescue him at Sun Chunhuai's house."
"My dad asked me to inform you and tell you to come over quickly."
Wang Changhou's eyes were about to burst and he ran away.
Wang Xinyi dropped the safflower oil and plaster in his hand and followed in a panic.
Mu Mu asked with a cold expression: "Is it the big yellow dog of the Guo family in Xiwan Village?"
The young man, who was still panting rapidly, replied: "Yes, Guo Erpang's dog."
The wood stepped out with one foot, and the figure disappeared from the spot.
"You..." The young man opened his mouth wide and blinked hard.
"Dazzled?"
"Did someone just talk to me?"
...
Sun Chunhuai is 68 years old this year. When he was young, he worked as a clerk in a Chinese medicine shop and learned some superficial medical skills from an old Chinese medicine practitioner.
Just like that, he is already a famous "living god" from all over the country.
Any child with a headache, fever, or minor ailments would come to him for treatment.
First, because the price is cheap, you can give it anywhere from ten to eight yuan.
Second, the foot of Tianlan Mountain is more than 30 kilometers away from Nanyang Town. The mountain road is bumpy and extremely difficult. A round trip takes more than ten hours.
Unless there is something important that requires going to town, no one is willing to take the trouble to travel back and forth.
At six o'clock in the evening, it was getting dark.
The Sun family courtyard was overcrowded and surrounded inside and out.
In the spacious and bright hall, Huzi was lying on the wooden bed dying.
His face was covered with yellow mud and blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was weak.
Not far away, an unkempt middle-aged man knelt down and begged: "Old Sophora japonica, my Sophora japonica god, you must save my poor nephew."
"No matter how much money I spend or how many good medicines I use, I just want the tiger to be safe and healthy."
"I will pay back the medical bills I owe. I will never lose a penny to you by trying to sell iron with his father."
"Please, please take the medicine quickly."
He kowtowed with dull eyes, one after another, hitting the mud with a thud.
Sun Chunhuai, who was holding a silver needle in his hand, said in a serious tone: "Renfu, we have been together for decades, but you still don't know my temper?"
"This is not about the medical expenses at all. It's because I don't have the ability to save this Wang family baby."
"At the end of the day, I'm just a half-assed craftsman, so you can't really treat me like a living god."
