The Young Master of the Coal Miner

"Tweety, why haven't you seen Brother Minglan these few days?"

Xiaohong was coming out of the peony room with a washbasin in her hand, when she met Cui'er, the little girl next to Minglan, she asked a question.

"Brother Minglan has been ill these few days, and has not received outside guests for a few days." Cui'er lowered her head and sighed.

Xiaohong opened her mouth in surprise when she heard the words, why did she fall ill when she was doing well?

"Brother Minglan is weak. After a few days of night wind, he fell ill after catching a cold."

Cui'er struggled for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she continued: "A few days ago, Brother Minglan asked Boss Xue to go on a flower boat, and the two broke up not long after they were in the boat. Boss Xue hasn't come to visit Ming for a long time. Brother Lang..."

The little girl didn't finish her sentence, but both of them understood the meaning.

Xiaohong also sighed after hearing this, and just continued to ask: "Brother Minglan's illness has a doctor?"

Cui'er shook her head: "A few days ago, I thought it was a minor illness, so I didn't call a doctor. This morning, Brother Minglan had a fever, so I asked my mother for instructions, and I'm going to see a doctor."

Seeing this, Xiaohong didn't dare to delay Tweety any longer, and told her to go back to take care of Minglan.

The little girl walked a few steps into Ming Lan's room, and Ming Lan was lying on the couch sickly, covered with a quilt.

She stepped forward and reached out to touch Ming Lan's forehead, but it was still a little hot.

Minglan opened her eyes in a daze while she stretched out her hand, opened her mouth, and said in a weak voice, "You're back?"

"Brother Minglan, I have already asked my mother for instructions, and the rickshaw is waiting downstairs." Cui'er gently lifted Minglan up and put on his coat.

Minglan's body was slightly hot, and she felt weak all over and couldn't lift up, so she could only let the half-grown girl help him go downstairs and send him to the rickshaw.

Seeing that one of them was sick, the rickshaw driver exerted all his strength while pulling the cart, fast and steady, and drove the two of them to the nearby medical clinic.

When they got to Di'er, Cui'er helped Minglan get out of the car, and looked up at the plaque of the medical center - He's Medical Center.

What is He's hospital?Isn't this intentional to make Brother Minglan angry?

The little girl frowned, turned her head and glared at the coachman who was wiping his sweat with an ugly face: "How can I find this clinic?"

The coachman kindly found a good hospital for the guest, but he was stared at by the guest inexplicably, and was a little annoyed: "The old doctor in this hospital has superb medical skills, and he doesn't charge the people's money for medicine randomly. I think this little brother gave birth. I was seriously ill, so I made a detour to come here..."

Minglan blew the wind in the car, and her dizzy head came back to her senses. Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, she hurriedly said, "Thank you, brother. Tweety, pay the car money to brother."

The fare was ten yuan in total, Tweety pouted and took out a ten copper coin from her sleeve and handed it to the driver, the extra was counted as a tip.

The coachman took the extra few pennies and was no longer angry. He turned around and left with the cart.

Cui'er saw that Minglan was wobbling around and was about to lose her footing, and she didn't care whose medical clinic it was, so she hurriedly helped her in.

In early summer, the weather is changeable.The sun was scorching during the day, and it was cold again at night.Those who are greedy for cold will inevitably catch a cold easily.

For a while, patients with colds filled most of the clinic, and the doctors and medicine boys were busy running around.

Fortunately, Mrs. He has experience and prepared the medicinal materials for this period of time early.Save the hospital is full of patients, but there is no cure.

Cui'er helped Minglan into the medical clinic, seeing that Minglan was pale and hot all over, she hurriedly summoned the doctor.

At this time, there were many patients in the clinic, but there were only those few doctors.

Some patients came to the clinic early in the morning to queue up for a long time.

How could you be willing to jump in line suddenly when a girl who came here suddenly?

An old man with a moustache muttered, "Little girl, first come, first served. Look at how many people are queuing up."

Cui'er's eyes were red with anxiety, she looked at half of the people in the room, and complained in her heart to the driver who just sent them to the hospital.

On the contrary, a kind-hearted aunt looked at Minglan's face, and greeted Cui'er to give her her place in the queue.

The noise of several people also attracted the attention of the doctors.He Wenyan, who was flipping through the medical books, looked up and saw the two of them. Seeing that someone was almost unable to stand up, he quickly put down the book in his hand and walked towards the two of them.

"Hurry up and help him into the back hall with me."

Cui'er saw a handsome young man in green robes come forward, helped her support Ming Lan, and led the two into the back hall.

There are several hospital beds in the back hall of the He Family Medical Center, and no one lives here now.

He Wenyan helped the patient to the nearest hospital bed, and went back to the front room to get his own medical kit.Since the last time he helped someone get the bullet, his medical box has been kept in the medical hall.

He took out a thermometer from the box, wiped it with alcohol cotton with tweezers, and went straight to the patient.

Cui'er saw that the boy was young, he didn't look like a doctor, and he didn't ask the patient, but walked towards Brother Minglang with a glass stick.

The man's hand had already touched brother Minglan's skirt, and when he was about to unbutton his shirt, the little girl hurriedly said, "What are you doing!"

"I'll take my temperature." He Wenyan was taken aback by this half-grown girl.

Cui'er clutched Minglan's front, squinting her eyes up and down at the doctor who didn't look like a doctor, and couldn't tell whether this person was taking advantage of the opportunity.

He Wenyan naturally knew that the patient was Kun Ze, and he smelled a slight pheromone when he helped the patient just now. Seeing the little girl staring at him vigilantly, he explained: "There is no gender distinction in front of the doctor, let alone me. It's also Kunze."

He's Kunze? !

"You are He Wenyan, the young master of the He family?"

Seeing the little girl suddenly staring at him with wide eyes, Young Master He felt a little bewildered.He nodded to Tweety, then untied the patient's robe, and put the thermometer under his armpit.

While waiting for the time, Doctor He Xiao took the patient's pulse.

Cui'er looked at it strangely: "Master He, didn't you go overseas to study western medicine?"

"I have studied Chinese medicine for several years since elementary school."

He Wenyan felt his pulse with one hand, but his brows slowly raised: "When did he start to have a fever?"

"I started to have a fever this morning. It was just a small cold a few days ago." Tweety confessed honestly.

He Wenyan pulled out the thermometer, it was 38 degrees Celsius, and if the temperature continued, he might lose his brain.

Dr. He quickly dug out a jar of glass bottles from the medicine chest, unscrewed the tin bottle cap, and poured out a white tablet.

He handed the pill to the little girl: "Feed this pill into his mouth."

"This... what is this." Tweety looked at the small white pill in her hand, she had never seen such a medicine.

"Analgin, a fever-reducing medicine." After finishing speaking, He Wenyan poured another glass of water from the kettle and handed it to her.

At this time, Minglan was already burning faintly, Tweety fed the pills into his mouth, lifted his shoulders and gave him half a glass of water.

The white tablet melted instantly when it met water, and the bitter taste immediately spread in the mouth.Ming Lan frowned slightly, and opened her eyes in a daze: "Tweety?"

Tweet hurriedly helped Minglan up, and introduced, "Brother Minglan. This is the young master of the He family."

Minglan?

He Wenyan thought the name was very familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

He nodded towards Minglan, and said: "I just checked your pulse. Apart from fever, your body should also suffer from the weakness brought out by your mother's womb."

Ming Lan leaned weakly on the pillow, and looked up at the young man in front of her.Young Master He has a handsome face, especially the confident expression revealed in his brows and eyes, which makes him very envious.

Minglan coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is true that I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and my family took me to find a doctor, but there was no cure."

"Later, the family was in decline, and my brother owed foreign debts. The family didn't even have food money, let alone my medicine money."

In the end, he was bought to pay off the debt.

Minglan lowered her head when she said this, making it hard to see the expression on his face.

Tweety had been with him since Minglan entered the brothel, but it was the first time he heard Brother Minglan talk about his past.

Perhaps because of the high fever at the moment, he was a little confused, and he said some words easily.

"You should have a good rest first. I will ask my grandfather to take a look for you later. It would be the best if it can be cured. If not, please ask my grandfather to prescribe a warming prescription and see if I can use some cheap medicinal materials. .”

He Wenyan's face was a bit worried, and he said bluntly: "If your body is not warmed up, I'm afraid you won't live past thirty."

Hearing these words, Ming Lan's expression as a patient did not change at all.

What difference does it make to him whether he lives to be thirty or a hundred?Live longer, but also increase the pain.

It was also the first time that Dr. He Xiao met such a patient who didn't take his own life seriously. He shook his head helplessly, and asked Cui'er to wipe Minglan's body with alcohol to cool down, and then went to the front room to help. The hospital is busy.

In the room, Tweety was clumsily pinching the alcohol ball to help Minglan wipe her forehead, and she suddenly heard Minglan ask, "Tweety, what do you think of Young Master He?"

The little girl was stunned for a while, and then slowly said: "Master He...he is handsome. But if he didn't say anything, I really wouldn't be able to guess that he is Kun Ze just by looking at his demeanor."

Young Master He is indeed very different from the Kun Ze Cui Er has seen.

"Yeah. He really doesn't look like Kunze..."

Minglan's voice was weak, muttering to herself.Xu did not have a good rest last night, and Minglan fell asleep in a daze.

Before going to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder whether such a radiant young master of the He family could get rid of the ordinary Kun Ze's fate of being trapped in the back house after getting married, and spending his whole life as a husband and parent?

The author says:

A brief introduction to the setting: Because the background is the Republic of China, Kun Ze's inhibitor has not been invented yet.Kun Ze's situation is similar to that of a woman, even worse because of the emotional tide.

感谢在2022-07-2517:38:54-2022-07-2617:17:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Casablanca;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!