At the beginning of the year of famine, the lucky girl of the farm family used cheats to support the

Fubao hurriedly lifted the door curtain, and a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

Looking at the bed, Xiaoman, who had lost consciousness, had her lower body a mess.

The midwife's hands were covered in blood and she shook her head: "Oh no, oh no, there's so much blood, go call the doctor!"

When Li Shuangrong heard that she was about to give birth, Zhao Xiuer sent her to find a doctor. But now it was dark, many pharmacies were closed, and she couldn't come back for a while.

Fubao pushed through the crowd and rushed in. The midwife held her back and said, "Get out, little kid! It's taboo."

Zhao Xiuer looked at the blood gushing out from Xiaoman's body, her rationality returned a little, and she hurriedly said, "Let her see, let her see, my daughter knows a little bit of medical skills!"

The midwife was stunned, but there was no other way, so she immediately gave way: "Look, this looks like a blood avalanche."

Fubao took a quick look, ran out, found a place where no one was around, and took out some medicine to stop bleeding. Then he ran back in again and asked her to apply it externally or internally.

Several women stood by her, watching her skilled movements, and were a little skeptical: "Can it really work? She looks only in her teens. Don't make her too sick, what will Zhuzi say when he comes back?"

Zhao Xiuer said in a bad tone: "Do you have a solution? If you don't believe my daughter, then you come. Can we make mistakes in saving people?"

The woman touched her nose and said, "Oh, Xiu'er, that's not what I meant."

Zhao Xiuer is usually a very kind person, but her words today were sarcastic and quite surprising.

Fubao was concentrating on the treatment, but he had no knowledge of gynecology and Qingyang had never taught her anything in this area, so she could only grope her way to stop the bleeding.

Fu Bao took out the small cloth bag he carried with him and looked at Zhao Xiuer: "I have taken the medicine and applied external treatment. Acupuncture is the last resort."

Zhao Xiuer looked into her eyes firmly and said, "Fubao, mother believes in you. Your sister Xiaoman must believe in you too, so just do it boldly."

Fubao turned around, held his breath, and concentrated on inserting the needle. His operation was clean and efficient, and his experienced technique made the women around him change their views.

One of them whispered, "I didn't expect your girl to have such a skill."

Fu Bao's breath was choked, and Zhao Xiu'er immediately pushed them out of the room: "We are disturbing her injection here, go out and sit for a while."

The weather outside was a bit cold, so several people wrapped the children tightly, lit a stove in the living room, and sat outside without daring to make a sound.

Soon Fubao came out, and several people hurried over to him: "What happened? What happened?"

Fu Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead weakly: "The bleeding has stopped. Let's wait for the doctor to come and take a look at the rest."

The midwife lifted the curtain and went in. When she came out she said happily, "It's stopped, it's stopped. You girl really have some magical powers." In the past she had seen women with such severe hemorrhage who could not stop it at all, let alone hold on until the doctor came.

Fu Bao's method was really effective, and several people around him praised him again and again: "He has such medical skills at such a young age, he will definitely be a great figure when he grows up."

Zhao Xiuer breathed a sigh of relief and finally had the mood to say, "I just learned some basic skills from a Taoist priest. I'm not as amazing as you say." It's not that she was not proud of Fubao, but she was afraid that if these people told others about what happened today, someone would doubt Fubao's identity.

When the moon was at its zenith, Li Shuangrong finally came back in a carriage with a white-haired doctor.

The doctor's clothes were not put in order yet, his medicine box was slung over his neck, and his shoes were not fastened, dragging on the ground and making a rustling sound. It was obvious that he was pulled off the bed by Li Shuangrong.

The doctor didn't have time to talk to them. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to the inner room accompanied by the midwife, but came out soon.

He finally calmed down and said, "The bleeding has stopped. I'll prescribe a prescription. It will be fine in the next few months. It's nothing serious."

Several people breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that everything is fine, it's good that everything is fine."

The doctor asked curiously: ""

Fubao hurriedly lifted the door curtain, and a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

Looking at the bed, Xiaoman, who had lost consciousness, had her lower body a mess.

The midwife's hands were covered in blood and she shook her head: "Oh no, oh no, there's so much blood, go call the doctor!"

When Li Shuangrong heard that she was about to give birth, Zhao Xiuer sent her to find a doctor. But now it was dark, many pharmacies were closed, and she couldn't come back for a while.

Fubao pushed through the crowd and rushed in. The midwife held her back and said, "Get out, little kid! It's taboo."

Zhao Xiuer looked at the blood gushing out from Xiaoman's body, her rationality returned a little, and she hurriedly said, "Let her see, let her see, my daughter knows a little bit of medical skills!"

The midwife was stunned, but there was no other way, so she immediately gave way: "Look, this looks like a blood avalanche."

Fubao took a quick look, ran out, found a place where no one was around, and took out some medicine to stop bleeding. Then he ran back in again and asked her to apply it externally or internally.

Several women stood by her, watching her skilled movements, and were a little skeptical: "Can it really work? She looks only in her teens. Don't make her too sick, what will Zhuzi say when he comes back?"

Zhao Xiuer said in a bad tone: "Do you have a solution? If you don't believe my daughter, then you come. Can we make mistakes in saving people?"

The woman touched her nose and said, "Oh, Xiu'er, that's not what I meant."

Zhao Xiuer is usually a very kind person, but her words today were sarcastic and quite surprising.

Fubao was concentrating on the treatment, but he had no knowledge of gynecology and Qingyang had never taught her anything in this area, so she could only grope her way to stop the bleeding.

Fu Bao took out the small cloth bag he carried with him and looked at Zhao Xiuer: "I have taken the medicine and applied external treatment. Acupuncture is the last resort."

Zhao Xiuer looked into her eyes firmly and said, "Fubao, mother believes in you. Your sister Xiaoman must believe in you too, so just do it boldly."

Fubao turned around, held his breath, and concentrated on inserting the needle. His operation was clean and efficient, and his experienced technique made the women around him change their views.

One of them whispered, "I didn't expect your girl to have such a skill."

Fu Bao's breath was choked, and Zhao Xiu'er immediately pushed them out of the room: "We are disturbing her injection here, go out and sit for a while."

The weather outside was a bit cold, so several people wrapped the children tightly, lit a stove in the living room, and sat outside without daring to make a sound.

Soon Fubao came out, and several people hurried over to him: "What happened? What happened?"

Fu Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead weakly: "The bleeding has stopped. Let's wait for the doctor to come and take a look at the rest."

The midwife lifted the curtain and went in. When she came out she said happily, "It's stopped, it's stopped. You girl really have some magical powers." In the past she had seen women with such severe hemorrhage who could not stop it at all, let alone hold on until the doctor came.

Fu Bao's method was really effective, and several people around him praised him again and again: "He has such medical skills at such a young age, he will definitely be a great figure when he grows up."

Zhao Xiuer heaved a sigh of relief and finally had the mood to say, "I just learned a little bit from a Taoist priest. It's not as great as you say." It's not that she is not proud of Fubao, but she is afraid that if these people tell others about what happened today