This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Without the oxcart, Zhao Chunxiu gave up the idea of ​​going to town. She originally wanted to get medicine for her poor, wretched child who was lying in bed crying out in pain, but after being ridiculed by Ye Xiaoxiao, she didn't want to go to the pharmacy to get medicine anymore.

She stormed home and sat down at the table, drinking a large bowl of cold water in one go.

"Mother, why are you back?"

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Li Yuemei asked.

Zhao Chunxiu slammed down her bowl and said irritably, "Is your stomachache real or fake? Are you trying to shirk your responsibilities? You little brat, if I find out you're lying to me, you'll be sorry!"

Li Yuemei's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just as she was about to speak, her stomach churned violently again, causing her to gasp for breath in pain.

"Mother, I'm in so much pain! Please go and get me some medicine."

Why don't other people's daughters cause you as much trouble? Why did I give birth to such a good-for-nothing?

"mother......"

"Call me back! Call me back to your soul! I'll get you your medicine tomorrow, just bear with it for today!"

Zhao Chunxiu looked impatient, already planning to marry off her daughter.

Li Yuemei lay curled up miserably on the bed, completely unaware of what her mother was planning.

......

Ye Xiaoxiao has arrived in Qifeng Town. She plans to go to Wujitang first to get some medicine for Mother He.

However, for some unknown reason, a large number of people had gathered ahead.

Ye Xiaoxiao looked up and found that it was the entrance of Baochun Hall.

As I walked over, I discovered a group of young beggars in the middle of the crowd. They were all quite old, dirty, and had messy hair.

One of them, who looked to be about three or four years old, was wailing loudly.

The crowd pointed and whispered.

"This Baochuntang family really doesn't respect us poor people at all!"

"That's right, that's right, this little beggar looks really pitiful, sigh!"

"Oh, what a poor child!"

"He just dislocated his arm, and none of the doctors here will even come to take a look, humph!"

"I heard that the owner of this Baochuntang is a distant cousin of the concubine of a wealthy man in our town."

"I heard that the concubine is very favored, and even those poor relatives come to beg for her money. Manager Hong of Baochun Hall is even worse; he's all talk and no action, and he got a rich man to open a shop for him."

The young apprentice from Baochuntang took a broom, moved a stool, and sat at the door, refusing to let the little beggars in no matter what.

"You poor wretches, get out of my way!"

He even pretended to wave the broom a few times.

The little beggars were so frightened that they shrank back and didn't dare to take another step.

Ye Xiaoxiao pushed through the crowd, walked up to the little beggars, looked at the youngest child, and asked softly:

"what happened to you?"

The little beggar looked at Ye Xiaoxiao, but shrank back, still wailing, but saying nothing.

"Erdan got into a fight with someone and got pushed to the ground. He kept crying. He must have hurt himself somewhere!" an older child said bravely.

Ye Xiaoxiao squatted down and carefully examined the little beggar.

Just as people had said, his left hand was hanging limply, as if he were exhausted.

This is... a very obvious radial head dislocation. In children under five, the annular ligament is not fully developed, and it can easily dislocate under strong traction.

"Little one, does your arm hurt when you're touched, and do you have trouble using your strength?"

The little beggar nodded.

"Young lady, you don't want to try this, do you? Are you a doctor?"

"Yes, you don't look that old, how could this be? Let the doctor take a look!"

"Exactly, otherwise, if it's not done properly, we might cripple this little beggar..."

"..."

Ye Xiaoxiao didn't respond to the crowd's questions. She pointed to a person carrying candied hawthorns in the crowd and asked, "Little one, do you want to eat candied hawthorns? The bright red kind that's sweet and sour? Look over there!"

The candied hawthorns glistened in the sunlight, making them look even more mouthwatering.

"How about I treat you to something? Pick one first, and then tell me when you've chosen."

While the little beggar was thinking, I gently grabbed his dislocated hand, twisted his forearm, then extended his elbow to pull it slightly, and finally bent his elbow. I heard a soft cracking sound.

Ye Xiaoxiao asked, "Alright! Little one, try moving your hands."