"Being hit by an external force and injuring the internal organs is a typical internal injury."
"If you can't see or touch it, how do you ask me to prescribe medicine?"
The old man was helpless and said: "I just used silver needles to prick acupuncture points to help him pass his breath, and it's almost impossible to feel his pulse anymore."
"If I tell you what you don't like to hear, even if you send him to Nanyang Town, you won't be able to save him."
Wu Renfu cried bitterly, shook his head desperately and said: "No, my tiger will not die."
"He's only seven years old, seven years old."
Sun Chunhuai's eye sockets were moist and he said with mixed feelings: "You know clearly that Chang Hou and Boss Guo have a grudge, and that the young boy of the old Guo family is wilting, so why don't you know how to keep an eye on Hu Zi?"
"The last time I was bitten by a dog, I almost fell into the river and drowned."
"This time..."
Wu Renfu got up with a sad smile and walked step by step to the wooden bed.
He bent down, grabbed the little guy's still warm right hand tightly, and said with sobs: "Don't, don't be afraid."
"Uncle promised your mother that he would take good care of you and Xin Yi."
"You are afraid of Fatty Guo and his big yellow dog. My uncle helped you get revenge, so I will go and get revenge for you."
"Uncle, I'm sorry for letting you be bullied at home."
"I'm even more sorry for your mother."
He mumbled something in a low voice while stumbling out of the door.
Sun Chunhuai is an old man, how could he not understand Wu Renfu's thoughts?
He couldn't help but catch up and pulled him: "Are you crazy?"
"Let's not talk about the large number of people in Lao Guo's family. As for you, a sick young man, who can you beat?"
"Widow Xue's son became a disciple of Jianmen, and it is said that he was accepted as a direct disciple by an elder."
"Last week, that woman came to my place to buy herbal medicine to treat typhoid fever. She told me personally that her son will come back to visit relatives in the next two days."
"Aren't you afraid of death? You don't care about your seventy-year-old parents, your wife, and your son?"
Wu Renfu still wanted to refute, but there was a commotion in the yard.
Wang Changhou, who ran from the end of the village to the end of the village, passed through the crowd and went straight to the main hall.
Sun Chunhuai hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a silent sigh.
Wang Changhou saw Huzi at a glance. The little guy who had been clamoring for fried bamboo shoots and bacon this morning was lying quietly on the wooden board.
No noise, no fuss, no fuss.
He has never been more obedient and sensible.
But this kind of cleverness made Wang Changhou feel scared in his heart.
My whole body was cold from head to toe, and I was shivering uncontrollably.
He was breathing heavily, holding on to his cotton pants with both hands, and biting his lips until they bled.
Then, he worked hard to lift his right foot and stepped forward.
This short step seemed to use up all his strength.
Until Wang Xinyi's hysterical scream sounded behind him, the man who seemed to have lost three souls and seven souls finally came back to his senses.
"Huzi, don't sleep. Dad will take you to the mountains to dig winter bamboo shoots."
"I'll buy you the crystal mud, flying chess, and small excavator you've always wanted."
"Well, Dad promises you that this time I will only accompany you to dig winter bamboo shoots and will never go to collect herbs again."
"Crystal mud is not expensive, and neither is a small excavator."
"Dad is rich."
"Well, as long as you open your eyes and look at me, Dad will agree with everything you say."
"I'm counting to 123, would you please open your eyes?"
"1."
"2."
He raised his finger and couldn't say the "3" for a long time.
