Shi Qing re-wrapped the torn scarf around his face and looked up in front of him. He could already faintly see the checkpoints and the soldiers checking passers-by.
Almost there.
Shi Qing looked at the bamboo basket in front of him.
Shi Qing was not a hawker who came to the capital, and what was placed in the bamboo basket was not family-produced fruits, vegetables and rice, but a child wrapped in a quilt.
There is more than one child, and there is a child in each of the front and rear baskets, one older and one younger.
"Da Niu, it's almost here. Just keep holding on." Shi Qing stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt and said to the child inside.
The child didn't respond at all and seemed to be asleep.
Shi Qing sighed and looked back behind him.
"Two cows?" he shouted.
A head poked out from under the quilt, revealing a child with red cheeks and big eyes blinking.
A smile appeared on Shi Qing's face.
"Sit tight, let's continue on our way," he said.
The child nodded and retreated into the quilt.
Shi Qing was about to pick up the pole.
"This fellow." A passerby suddenly came up and said in a low voice, "Are you going to Guanghua Temple?"
This passerby stepped forward, but kept a distance, his eyes scanning the two bamboo baskets in front and behind, unable to hide his guard.
The capital is besieged by children with acne. Nowadays, few people will bring their children near the capital, unless they are children who already suffer from acne.
Shi Qing didn't intend to hide it either.
"Yes." he said.
The passerby looked sympathetic.
"You'd better not go." He said in a low voice, looking forward with some uneasiness, "You don't know yet, right?"
Don’t know? Don’t know what?
"I know that Miss Jun, the miracle doctor, treats acne at Guanghua Temple." Shi Qing said.
The passerby waved his hand.
"That's all a lie." He lowered his voice and said, "The acne over there can't be cured at all."
Can't be cured? Is this a lie? Shi Qing looked surprised, how could it be possible...
"I won't tell them over there now, just because I'm afraid you'll run away and be locked up if you go there." The passerby lowered his voice and said, "I heard that people died in piles in Guanghua Temple."
Is that so?
Shi Qing was a little in disbelief.
"You are not allowed to say this. Governments in other places have begun to strictly prohibit children with acne from going out. We are not allowed to say it near the capital city because I am afraid that you will run away." A passerby whispered with some sympathy, "Hurry up.
Let’s go back, you’ll be waiting to die there.”
After saying that, he shrank his head and walked away quickly.
Shi Qing stood there blankly.
Can't it be cured? If you go there, you're waiting to die.
He looked at the child in the bamboo basket in front of him. He was waiting to die wherever he went. He gritted his teeth and bent down to pick up the pole and strode forward unsteadily. Even though it was so scary, Guanghua Temple was the only one with hope.
place.
After passing the checkpoint smoothly, Shi Qing carefully asked the soldiers if Guanghua Temple could cure acne. The soldiers said categorically that it could, and then personally escorted him to Guanghua Temple.
If he hadn't met that passerby, Shi Qing would have been grateful for this treatment, but now he was just beating the drum in his heart.
In fact, this is not an escort, but an escort. As the passerby said, I am afraid that they will run around.
No matter what, Shi Qing took her two children to Guanghua Temple.
"Come here to register."
Handymen wearing the same clothes greeted him, they looked orderly, and their expressions were relaxed and warm, not as depressing as hell on earth.
"Are you both children?" asked a handyman.
Shi Qing shook his head.
"The older one is not sick, but the younger one is not sick." He said with a sad expression, looking at the younger son sitting in the bamboo basket, "Their mother is gone, and there is no one else in my family. The older one is sick, and the other one is not sick."
They were all scared, and there was no place for me to send the little one, so I had to carry it myself."
Otherwise, who would dare to bring a healthy child to a place where children with acne are concentrated? It would be too late to hide.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps could be heard.
"Brother, brother," a child shouted, "Where are the bamboo poles?"
Shi Qing looked subconsciously and saw a boy about seven or eight years old running towards him, his face flushed maybe because of running around.
This is a healthy child.
Are children still used as handymen here? Shi Qing was surprised.
"Xiao Si." The handyman waved to the child, "I will deliver the bamboo pole. You first bring this uncle and his child in to the doctor who is treating you."
The child who was called Xiaosi waved to Shi Qing in response. Shi Qing picked up the burden and followed him with an uneasy expression, his eyes constantly turning on the child along the way.
"How long have you been here?" he couldn't help but ask.
Xiaosi was bouncing around and turned around when he heard the words.
"It's been more than ten days." He thought for a while and said, "I can't remember clearly."
It’s been more than ten days?
"Are you here to work?" Shi Qing asked again.
"Not really." Xiaosi said.
Shi Qing wanted to ask something else, but saw Xiaosi quicken his pace.
"Doctor Kuang," he shouted, "there is another patient."
A doctor came over after hearing the sound, looked at Shi Qing and said hello with a warm smile, then leaned over to check on the child in Shi Qing's bamboo basket.
"I have been ill for a long time." Doctor Kuang said.
Shi Qing nodded nervously.
"Please doctor, please save the child." He choked and said, about to kneel down.
Doctor Kuang hurriedly supported him.
"We try our best," he said, "but you also know that acne is difficult to cure."
As expected, it didn't say it could be cured. Shi Qing felt a little disappointed, but what could he do? He nodded.
"Let me take a look at this child..." Doctor Kuang said, then looked at another bamboo basket and made a sound.
"This child is not sick." Shi Qing said.
"You're not sick." Doctor Kuang said, looking at the child thoughtfully, "You brought him too."
Shi Qing hurriedly explained his difficulties, then looked at Xiaosi who was still standing aside. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Doctor, are the children who are not sick okay here?" he said.
Doctor Kuang smiled and looked at Xiao Si.
"Children who are not sick are really fine here." He said, then looked at Shi Qing, "Although we may not be able to cure the children who are sick, we can make the children who are not sick not immune to the disease."
Acne attack."
What?
Azurite is like a lightning strike.
Can children who are not sick be protected from acne? Is it really possible?
"Of course." Doctor Kuang smiled and pointed at Xiaosi, "That's him. Not only him, we also have four children here."
As if to verify his words, children's voices came from inside, and Shi Qing saw four children walking out carrying a large basin of clothes, as if they were going to dry them.
The oldest of these four children is eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest is only three or four years old. They follow each other like little tails.
"Brother, brother, let me lift you, let me lift you too."
The sound of milk and the smell of milk rang in my ears.
Shi Qing's whole body was numb, and he suddenly knelt down.
"Doctor, please save my child, so that my child will not be affected by acne." He shouted.
If you no longer have to worry about acne in this life, this is also hope, this is hope.
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"Miss Jun."
Doctor Feng walked into the Buddhist temple and looked at the girl standing in front of the shelves of medicine boxes.
This is the vaccine collected during this time.
"How is the new kid who was vaccinated?" Miss Jun turned around and asked.
Old Doctor Feng nodded.
"No problem, I didn't even lie down. I had a fever yesterday and today I followed Zhou Maomao around." He said with a smile.
"Then do you have any concerns?" Miss Jun said.
Old Doctor Feng shook his head.
"No more," he said.
"Then let's announce the news." Miss Jun said, standing at the door of the Buddhist temple and looking out, "so that everyone can know that our Guanghua Temple is not a place for killing people, it has always been a place for saving lives.