The new book of the burning prairie star

"Brother, how long do we have to wait?" Su Zhihe sent the patient to the clinic, stayed for a while, and then went back to work in the government office. Yang Xiaohua was sitting on a stool in the clinic, waiting until she felt sleepy, but she still insisted on waiting at the door.

"I'm not a doctor, how could I know?" Yang Biao spread his hands helplessly. I'm a human, not a god, how could I know everything.

"You've read a lot of books," Yang Xiaohua didn't believe it. Were all the books his brother read fake?

"There's a saying that goes 'Every profession has its own specialty', do you know that?" Yang Biao felt like a scholar meeting a soldier. Alas, that's not right, the description was not rigorous enough. He hasn't passed the examination to become a scholar yet, so how should he describe his feelings at the moment?

"What did you mean, brother?" What her brother said just now sounded very impressive. She wanted to know what it meant so that she could pretend in front of her friends in the future.

"Specialization in one's trade means that everyone has his or her own unique skills and expertise. For example, a clinic needs a doctor who understands medical skills, and a blacksmith needs to have the skill of forging iron. You can't let a blacksmith treat patients. Even if the doctor has excellent medical skills, he can't forge iron. Each industry requires different knowledge and skills." Yang Biao tried to explain it clearly in the most straightforward language.

I don't know how long I waited, but the door finally opened and Yang Biao came forward. "The patient's legs have been fixed, so he shouldn't be moved. Go get him some toiletries."

How did this doctor know that I wanted to take the patient back to the village? Following the principle of asking questions when you don’t understand, “How long will it be unsuitable to move the patient?”

"He should not be moved for at least five days. Leave someone to take care of him." The doctor said briefly and turned to leave.

Seeing him about to leave, Yang Biao stretched out his hand to stop him, feeling like he had become Zhou Jie's hand, extremely embarrassed. This doctor really didn't say a word of nonsense. "Let's go if we say so, and rush through the nine states."

Everyone in the clinic looked at me, I was doomed. I might as well just bury my head and pretend to be dead.

"Brother, that roar you just made was quite nice." Yang Xiaohua flattered him with a sweet smile, "Teach me."

"No, I just yelled casually, I have forgotten it." I can't turn the little sweet girl into Li Kui in Liangshan Heroes. "By the way, do you have any money?"

"I still have a dozen copper coins. What's the problem?" Yang Xiaohua didn't understand why her brother asked her whether she had money, but she still answered truthfully.

"Not very good, you stay here to take care of Yang Shuiqian," Yang Biao took out five taels of silver from his pocket, "If you are hungry, ask the apprentice in the clinic to help buy food."

"Ah, brother, I can't do it. He is so tall, how can I move him?" Yang Xiaohua was so scared when she heard that her brother left her alone in the clinic that she waved her hands quickly.

"You are already eleven years old, not a child anymore. You will be able to find a way." Yang Biao repeated what his sister had said before to herself.

"Well, actually, I feel that I am still very young and still need mother and brother to take care of me." Fear is coming. How much is face worth? It is better to show weakness when necessary. Let your own brother laugh at you. It won't hurt anyway.

"Oh, really? Didn't you say you've grown up?" Yang Biao turned around and tried frantically to control the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't suppress it, not at all.

"Growing up is compared to being a child. I also want to grow up quickly, but I haven't grown up yet, right?" In order not to be left alone in the clinic by her brother, Yang Xiaohua took the risk.

"Well, what you said does make some sense," Yang Biao pretended to think, "Since sister said so, then come home with brother." Yang Biao paid the people in the clinic to help take care of Yang Shuiqian, and he took Yang Xiaohua home. What a joke! How could he bear to leave the delicate and sweet little sister alone in the clinic.

"Uncle head of the village, I have something to tell you." The first thing Yang Biao did after returning home was to find the head of the village and told him about Yang Shuiqian being beaten.

"What? Shuiqian's leg was broken?" The village chief stood up in surprise. "Who did it?"

"It's the same group of people who smashed my car last time." Yang Biao was also very angry. He had to find an opportunity to put down this man's arrogance.

"What about the shallow water now?" The head of the village was worried about him.

"His thigh bone was broken. When I came back, he was still asleep because he had taken medicine." Yang Biao introduced Yang Shuiqian's physical condition.

"I'll go to Shuiqian's house first and ask his family to go to the clinic to take care of him." The village head stood up and looked around. Yang Biao knew that he was so anxious that he was at a loss. So he pulled the village head to Yang Shuiqian's house.

"Uncle, why are you here? Come in and have a seat!" Shui Qian's mother greeted him warmly when she saw the village head standing at the door.

"Yes, I was just passing by, just passing by." The village head saw Shui Qian's wife walking back and forth in the yard with her two-month-old baby in her arms, coaxing her. He swallowed what he wanted to say. "You guys are busy, you guys are busy." The village head said as he ran.

"Why is the village head running so fast as if there is a dog chasing him?" Shui Qian's wife looked at the village head's running back in surprise, holding the child.

"Don't be so disrespectful when you talk to me next time." Shui Qian's mother scolded her daughter-in-law. "His father and Shui Qian are not at home, so your village head has to avoid suspicion." Shui Qian's mother didn't care about the village head's abnormality at all and thought it was a normal reaction.

"Oh, I understand." Shui Qian's wife continued to pat her son in her arms to coax him.

"Let's go to the county town and see if the water is shallow," the headman hurriedly called his second son to follow Yang Biao in a mule cart to the county town, leaving behind the headman's wife who was surprised. She had lived with the old man all her life, so she naturally knew not to ask questions that she shouldn't ask, and she wouldn't go out and ask around. She would wait until the old man was willing to tell her.

"Shui Qian, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" The village head looked at his cousin Xiao Tian's third son, whose face and body were all bruised and swollen. If Yang Biao hadn't pointed it out to him, he wouldn't have dared to recognize him.

When Yang Jinmen saw the injured Shui Qian, he was also stunned. Didn’t he learn martial arts since he was a child? How could he be beaten like this?

"It's okay, kid. Headmaster, don't tell my mother and my wife, they will be scared." Yang Shuiqian weakly asked the headmaster.

"Well, okay, the headman knows about it. When he gets back to the village, tell your mother and the others that you have gone out of town to sell wine and it will take some time for you to come back." The headman couldn't help but shed tears. He had held Shuiqian in his arms not long after she was born. Whenever cousins ​​got together during the holidays, all the nephews and nieces liked to stay at his house, and they treated her like his own children and grandchildren.

"Thank you, Mr. Li Zheng!" Yang Shuiqian wanted to get up, "Hey, lie down and rest well, don't move around. If you need anything, ask the uncle who came in to help you." The Li Zheng held him down, not letting him move around, "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. You promised that you would be fine in the future. Listen to Mr. Li Zheng."