After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

Liang Wenchang was lying in a pool of blood, with a four-year-old child lying on top of him and crying.

"Brother, don't die! Wuuuuuu..."

Qiao Bing threw away the package in his arms, limped into the house as fast as he could, squatted down, and reached out his hand to feel Liang Xiucai's breath.

The faint breath sprayed on his fingers, and his just tense nerves immediately relaxed.

fortunately!

He took a look and saw that there was a big cut on the back of Liang Xiucai's head. He was losing too much blood. If not treated in time, his life might be in danger.

He hurriedly pulled the man up from the ground and helped him to the bed covered with thick straw with difficulty.

The little boy was terrified and grabbed Liang Xiucai's sleeve tightly, shouting "Brother, don't die."

Qiao Bing didn't have time to coax him, so he turned around and rushed out of the room.

On the way, I happened to meet the old man in black again, "Uncle, do you know where there is a clinic nearby?"

The sight of his bloody hands frightened the old man so much that he stepped back, "Don't come over here!"

Qiao Bing looked at his hands and explained hurriedly, "I just went to Liang Xiucai's house and found him lying in a pool of blood with his head broken. He is in urgent need of a doctor. Tell me where the clinic is and I will go find a doctor!"

His legs make it difficult for him to walk, otherwise he could carry Liang Xiucai to the clinic and not have to run back and forth so arduously.

When the old man heard that Liang Xiucai had been beaten, he knew it was his drunkard father who did it.

"This damn thing, why doesn't the dead just die?"

He couldn't help but curse, and then glanced at the young man's right leg, "The nearest clinic is on North Street. If you come back and forth, I'm afraid it will be dark soon."

"Come on, I'll carry Mr. Liang on my back, and we'll go together."

The old man was thin but fast. He rushed into the room, picked up the person on the bed, put him on his back and ran out.

The four-year-old child cried even louder, and he trotted after the old man while crying.

Seeing this, Qiao Bing simply carried him on his back and followed the old man closely.

His legs couldn't bear the weight of an adult, but a thin child was no pressure for him.

The two of them ran for nearly half an hour before they arrived at North Street, and the old man sent the man to the Rejuvenation Clinic.

Liang Xiucai often came to this clinic to get medicine for his mother, and all the pharmacists and doctors in the clinic knew him.

Everyone was shocked to see him covered in blood.

"Quick, quick, quick, put him down!"

The old man put the man on the bed, and the doctor immediately grabbed Liang Xiucai's thin wrist to feel his pulse, then took out silver needles from his medicine box and inserted them into several acupuncture points on his head.

"Luckily you guys got him here in time. If it was half an incense stick later, even gods wouldn't be able to save him!"

After removing the needle, the doctor took out a black pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

All these seemingly simple things made the old doctor break out in sweat on his forehead.

He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, then quickly walked to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a string of medicine names on the white paper.

"Go, hurry up and get the medicine. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl of water for him to drink."

The medicine boy took the prescription and walked out immediately.

After walking for so long, Qiao Bing's lame leg began to hurt slightly. He sat down with the help of the table, his face slightly pale.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

The boy he had carried all the way pulled his sleeve and looked at him timidly with his dirty little face raised.

He hadn't eaten since last night, and his stomach was rumbling.

"Wait, I'll buy it for you."

Qiao Bing rubbed his head with tenderness in his eyes, then dragged his aching limping leg out of the Rejuvenation Clinic.

The weather was bad, and the streets, which usually would be filled with vendors setting up stalls, looked empty at a glance.

Qiao Bing found a direction and walked slowly, thinking of finding a small restaurant to buy some food.

Suddenly, a group of people surrounded a young boy and walked into an alley nearby. They were talking and laughing. He vaguely heard something like "it's fun" and "just give it a try".

Qiao Bing felt that the backs of that group of people looked familiar, especially the one in the middle, but he didn't see their faces.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. He hesitated for a while and still did not follow. He found a small noodle shop and asked someone to make three bowls of chicken noodle soup and send them to the Huichun Clinic.

After the old man ate a bowl of hot noodles, he felt more energetic.

He wiped his mouth and said, "I have old people and children at home, so I have to go back."

Qiao Bing looked at the little boy who was still trying to stuff noodles into his mouth and felt a little conflicted for a moment.

If his elder brother knew about bringing him home, he would definitely interfere in his plan to help Liang Wenchang with the imperial examination.

But if the child is left in the clinic, there will be no one to take care of him.

The old man saw his embarrassment and said with a smile: "Liang Xiucai and I are close neighbors. I will take this boy back to my home first and let him wait for Liang Xiucai to come back."

"Okay, thank you very much, sir."

This solved his urgent problem, and Qiao Bing bowed to express his gratitude.

"Mr. Liang is so lucky to have a good friend like you."

The old man looked back at the unconscious person on the sickbed, and after the boy had eaten his fill, he took him back to his home.

Mr. Liang on the bed hadn't woken up yet. The medicine boy came in with the freshly boiled medicine and fed it to him with a spoon.

Qiao Bing paid for the medicine and arranged everything before returning home.

Yongninghou Mansion.

Lu and Yang Momo also returned home when it was getting dark.

When she returned to the room, she saw the jewelry box on the table, and Lu picked it up and opened it.

In the box was a pearl hairpin suitable for little girls. Lu thought that Bai Yanlang bought it for his daughter.

"Cuizhu, is the young lady back?"

Cuizhu said hurriedly, "Someone from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion just came to tell me that the young lady is staying there for the past few days and will be back in a few days."

"Then put it away and give it to her when Youyou comes back."

Yang Momo took the box from her hand, walked into the inner room, and placed it on the dressing table.

"Put the food on the table."

Lu was starving.

Yang Momo walked behind Lu and looked at Cuizhu with a gentle smile, "Did the master say he wanted to have dinner at Madam's place today?"

"As soon as the master returned home, he was asked to leave by Aunt Qiao's people, saying that Aunt Qiao was ill."

Everyone knows whether an illness is real or fake, and there was a hint of barely perceptible contempt in Cuizhu's tone.

"Tsk, forget about him, let's set the table!" Mrs. Lu didn't care at all, "He's still affecting my appetite."

Bai Yanlang, who had just entered the room, suddenly looked gloomy when he heard this.

Before Lu could say anything, Yang Momo quickly poked her in the back with her finger.

"Who owes you money? Why are you so sullen?"

When Mrs. Lu saw him, she glanced at him unhappily.

"Can't you change your bad temper?"

Bai Yanlang also understood her temper. After he finished speaking, he sighed again, "Forget it. You have such a bad temper. You can't change it."

"Alright, alright, let's eat."

Because of the pearl hairpin, Mrs. Lu did not continue to confront him.