Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

When several people worked together to lift the man, no one expected that the man who was the most timid and cried "scared" just now turned out to be the one with the steadiest hands and feet among them.

Not only was he extremely careful while moving, he even repeatedly observed the postures of the other people during the process so that he could adjust his movements in time to coordinate with others.

They were clearly strangers to each other, but they developed an unusual tacit understanding in an instant. After gradually getting used to each other, their steps became increasingly uncluttered and brisk.

"One two one! One two one! One two one!"

"Left, right, left! Left, right, left! Left, right, left!"

In the end, several people were carrying door panels and moving rapidly in front, while the doctor was chasing behind with a medicine box.

"Slow down! Slow down! Watch the road! Don't hurt the patient!"

Compared with the passers-by following behind, the woman who was the patient's "mother" looked more like a passer-by with nothing to do.

Looking at the butcher holding the boning knife, the woman finally dared to breathe loudly, "Why do we have to carry it when we have a carriage?"

She raised her chin and looked at Mo Qingwan who was standing there. After a moment, she let out a "ha" and laughed shrilly, "I thought you were so capable, like a goddess from heaven, but it turns out you're just afraid that someone will die in your carriage. Why are you pretending!"

Mo Qingwan also laughed when he heard this, but the laugh only lasted for a moment.

"Master Wang, I have a favor to trouble you."

Wang Guangjin walked up with his arms folded, looked the woman up and down, and said only one sentence: "I'm afraid that my punch is not enough for her to withstand."

The woman took two steps back and protected her chest. "What do you want to do? You dare to hit me in broad daylight!"

Mo Qingwan sneered, "Hit you? Dirty my friend's hands."

She called out to the sparse crowd that remained, "Please lend a hand and let's take this 'mother' to the clinic. Otherwise, the doctor might be too kind and treat the patient first, but the 'mother' will run away and the doctor will be left speechless."

When everyone heard this, they all said, "What the girl said makes a lot of sense!"

"Everyone, the patient must be treated, but we can't let this 'creditor' get away!"

"on!"

Although it seemed that they were capturing the "creditor" alive, they were actually venting their anger. They were ruthless in their actions, and they took the woman to the carriage as if she were a prisoner.

The woman struggled and screamed, "I want to report to the police! I want to report to the police! How can it be justified to rob a woman in broad daylight? The officer! Where is the officer! Where is the county magistrate? Oh no, where is the prefectural governor?"

She fell straight to the ground, but the men who were holding her were all burly. The men looked at each other, and suddenly exerted force with their hands together, lifted the woman off the ground and ran forward.

"Let me go! Ah - let me go! Someone is being robbed, help me report it to the police!"

No one around responded.

Looking at the people in the front, they were no longer the few people carrying the wounded, but two thin men.

The two of them walked briskly, clearing the way ahead while shouting, "Make way, make way! Don't block the road! Human lives are at stake!"

No matter when, the four words "human life is at stake" carry great weight.

After all, apart from life and death, everything else is trivial.

But in just a moment, the street, which was not very wide to begin with, seemed to be cut in half by a sharp weapon. People who were originally walking on the street moved to the side, leaving a "life passage" in the middle of the street.

When everyone first saw the little girl lying on the door panel, dying, their hearts sank unconsciously, and they prayed secretly - hoping that her life would be safe.

But after a while, they saw the woman with all four limbs lifted up, struggling wildly, and they were confused.

"What's going on behind this? Could it be that she was the one who beat him up?"

"I don't know, let's go and see?"

By the time the injured were placed in the clinic, the outside was already jammed with people and there was constant noise. Patients who came to see the doctor had to squeeze in with great effort.

The butcher seems to be a straightforward person, but he is not.

When he saw the woman at the door of the clinic, he grinned and walked towards her without saying a word.

"What are you doing!" The woman asked as she backed away, pretending to be calm, as her feet touched the ground.

"Nothing." The butcher grinned, the unique cold light of the boning knife reflected on his fangs, "I'm just watching you to prevent you from running away. Oh, by the way, didn't you say you can prove that you are her biological mother? Where's the household registration? Take it out and let me see."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Household registration? Of course it's in a safe place. Why would I carry it with me? I'll go get it right away!"

She stared at the boning knife and slowly moved back.

The butcher turned the knife handle and took two or three steps forward. "It's not safe outside. I'll accompany you."

"No, no need. I'm her mother. I won't run away!"

The butcher blocked his ears and refused to listen, "Stop talking nonsense! I'll go with you!"

......

Because the patient was unconscious and was a little girl, the doctors surrounding her were all troubled.

The patient has no autonomous consciousness, which means they cannot obtain the patient's description of his or her feelings and cannot make a preliminary assessment of the underlying injuries.

The patient was a little girl, so they didn't dare to take off her clothes at will - from the description of Dr. Lan who was on duty, they could tell that the patient's mother was a unreasonable person.

Although Doctor Lan was somewhat embarrassed, he gritted his teeth when he saw the young face with eyes closed.

He was the one who brought the person back, so he has to be responsible and save the life!

He held a wooden stick in his hand, pried open the girl's mouth, observed her for a moment, and then pressed lightly on her ribs through her outer shirt.

"Since the last cleaning, the patient's mouth and nose have stopped bleeding, and her pulse has gradually stabilized. The preliminary judgment is that her internal organs are not damaged, or she is just fractured. I will first check if her ribs are broken. Later...if she doesn't wake up, I will have to check her sternum and clavicle. Zhu Tong, boil the medicine according to the prescription."

In any case, it is good news that the internal organs are fine.

Doctor Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the prescription.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and the weight of relief that had been hanging in their shoulders fell halfway.

Mo Qingwan had been standing by her side, frowning slightly, "Then doctor, why is she still unconscious?"

Doctor Lan was still probing and pressing the ribs. As his fingers moved and touched, the little girl suddenly started coughing violently, or perhaps it was because of the pain, causing her entire face to wrinkle.

"Cough cough - hiss - it hurts..."

Her eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened. She lay on the door panel in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar roof in confusion.

As my eyes turned, I finally saw a face that was not familiar to me.

"Sister..." She took two short and rapid breaths, and despite the doctor's warning, she blinked and looked at Mo Qingwan, her voice hoarse: "Sister, are you okay..."

Mo Qingwan moved a little closer, and asked in a daze, "Why would something happen to me?"

"I seemed to have bumped into... cough cough cough——"

The little girl wanted to reply, but she started coughing again the next moment. Doctor Lan was so anxious that he jumped up and down, "Little girl, don't say anything else! Tell me slowly, slowly, where is the pain on your body?"