After traveling through time, I rely on force to survive

After buying steamed buns at the bun shop, Li Qingqing passed by a teahouse and heard several people talking inside.

The person who was speaking was very excited. Li Qingqing had good hearing and could hear it clearly.

They said it was too unsafe at night, and many villagers were robbed when they returned home from the town at night.

One of them resisted and was beaten all over his body. The injuries were particularly serious and he is still lying in bed.

Li Qingqing didn't care. Although her skills were recovering slowly, she could still handle any danger she encountered.

If worst comes to worst, you can always hide in space.

Li Qingqing avoided the villagers and went straight back to the mountain behind Zhangjia Village. She shared two buns with Dashuang and Xiaoshuang.

Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang ate slowly. After Li Qingqing finished her buns in two or three bites, she walked towards the flat land near the deep mountains.

There was plenty of firewood there, and every time Li Qingqing and the two little ones finished eating barbecue and wild fruits, they would use it as a firewood.

Before going down the mountain, she would symbolically bring back a bundle of firewood from nearby.

Zhang only asked the three of them to get at least one bundle of firewood every day. If the three of them did not come back at noon, they could save lunch.

Zhang hoped that the three of them would come back after lunch.

When Li Qingqing came back with firewood and Dashuang and Xiaoshuang, she saw an old lady and an old man in his forties sitting in front of the main hall of her house.

Seeing Li Qingqing carrying firewood towards the straw hut from afar, the old man stood up and prepared to greet her with a smile.

When he saw the red rash all over Qingli Qingqing's face, his face changed drastically with fear, and he suddenly raised his voice:

"Zhang! No wonder you were willing to give me less betrothal gifts. It turns out Zhang Daya has become so ugly!"

The voice reached Li Qingqing's ears, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips, and she complained in her heart: "You are ugly, your whole family is ugly!"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. I'm just allergic to a bug bite. It will be gone in a couple of days!"

Zhang tried to explain, but her tone was clearly lacking in confidence.

It's been more than half a month, and this bitch is still like this.

It costs a lot of money to see a doctor!

Zhang was reluctant to spend money and didn't want to hire a doctor for Li Qingqing, so she decided to accept as much betrothal gift as she could.

The old bachelor refused to believe it and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, I can't marry a woman like this. You want to harm me?"

Zhang Shi is such a jerk! There are so many girls eager to get married these days, don't delay him from finding a wife!

The villagers all said that the girl from the Zhang family was very ill, and it turned out to be true.

My goodness! Look at the dense red rash on his face. I can’t even eat him if I kiss him!

The old bachelor left angrily.

Only then did Li Qingqing realize that Zhang wanted to marry her to this old bachelor.

Li Qingqing curled her lips and went into the thatched hut carrying firewood.

The two little guys, Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang, followed closely.

Zhang looked at the old bachelor's back as he walked away quickly and cursed in her heart.

Wang from next door leaned against the gate of the courtyard. She watched the excitement for a long time and couldn't help but sneer:

"Zhang, your daughter works like a slave in your house, and you either make her a concubine or find her an old bachelor. How can you be so cruel?"

"It's none of your business!" Zhang glared at her viciously.

Turning around, he said to Matchmaker Zhou with a smile:

"This girl is actually just allergic. She'll be fine after a while. Look, you can introduce her again..."

"Ms. Zhang, I'm not saying anything harsh, but have you ever seen anyone with a face covered in rashes like hers? You should see Doctor Zhang!"

"If Daya's face is not healed, even if you give it to someone else, they won't dare take her home!"

Matchmaker Zhou interrupted Zhang and started to scold her.

After complaining, she ran away immediately, fearing that Zhang would pester her.

Zhang was so angry when she saw Zhou the matchmaker walking further and further away.

She hadn't even finished her words yet. Was Matchmaker Zhou in a hurry to reincarnate?

When Mrs. Shao saw that everyone had left, she quietly came out of the room and said to Mrs. Zhang:

"Mother, why don't we hire a doctor for Daya? If she can't get married, she'll have to pay the poll tax."

If it is cured, wouldn’t it be worth ten taels of silver?

My mother-in-law has such a narrow vision.

Shao didn't dare to offend Zhang, so he had to persuade Zhang carefully.

Zhang said angrily, "This bitch is a nuisance! Where can we afford her medical treatment?"

After thinking about it, he said reluctantly:

"I'll have Dashuang go to Doctor Zhang's house and tell him to come over early tomorrow morning!"

Doctor Zhang travels from village to village to provide medical treatment every day. If villagers need to see a doctor, they have to tell Doctor Zhang's wife in advance.

In the evening, Li Qingqing already knew that Doctor Zhang would come to treat her the next morning.

Li Qingqing didn't care at all. The juice of the fire poison flower couldn't be cured easily.

The next morning, Doctor Zhang arrived as expected.

Zhang laughed dryly and said, "Doctor Zhang, please take a look at my daughter. Can you give her some medicine to wipe off these rashes?"

Doctor Zhang was shocked to see the dense scars on Li Qingqing's face. He hurriedly took her pulse, but she didn't say anything for a long time after taking her pulse.

He was a little confused, but he had never seen such a thing before. He just had a rash on his face, and his pulse was sometimes difficult and unsmooth, sometimes chaotic...

...critically ill?

But look at this girl, she doesn’t look like him!

Doctor Zhang was a little worried. He had never seen this kind of pulse condition in his decades of medical practice.

Or... maybe... get some herbs to rub on first?

No, no, what if the treatment is delayed and the girl dies?

Zhang is also a difficult person to deal with.

Doctor Zhang stood there in a daze, torn between his conscience and his conscience.

Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Zhang urged, "Doctor Zhang, is there any?"

"Hey, Zhang, I can't cure your daughter's illness. You should go to the town and see a doctor!"

"What? Going to town? Just for a few rashes, you still need to go to town for treatment? Are you capable of doing this?"

Zhang was anxious when she heard this.

It’s so expensive to go to town to get medicine!

"You!" Doctor Zhang was a little angry at Zhang's attitude, but he didn't dare to tell her his diagnosis.

What if it was a misdiagnosis? It would be embarrassing if it turned out to be a mistake.

After all, Li Qingqing only had rashes on her face.

But the pulse shouldn’t lie... right?

Doctor Zhang could only make the excuse that he was in a hurry to go out and wanted to slip away.

"Ms. Zhang, I'm in a hurry to see a doctor! You should take Daya to town to see a doctor. Don't delay her illness! I won't accept the consultation fee."

"You can't tell what disease I have, and you still want the consultation fee?" Zhang cursed.

Doctor Zhang was so angry that he left in a hurry.

Blame him for being too talkative, he didn't want the medical fee at all, okay?

Moreover, regardless of whether the disease can be cured or not, as long as you order a doctor to come to your home for a visit, you have to pay a consultation fee of ten cents. This is a rule that everyone knows.

In the end, Zhang did not take Li Qingqing to town, but drove her to the mountains and asked her to collect firewood.

Li Qingqing walked slowly towards the back mountain. She thought Doctor Zhang was very strange. He looked as if she was very ill.

Li Qingqing was a little confused, so she simply took her own pulse.

After taking my pulse, I was shocked.