Chapter 1766 No Title No Title 5

The military identity is very useful, and with the meaning revealed in Feng Qingxue's previous words, the young woman did not doubt it.

In fact, even if she doubted it, she would not say anything, because her reasons were fair and aboveboard.

The middle-aged man carried an empty sack, cloth and brown sugar in his pocket, industrial coupons and money in his pocket, and could not help but smile. This was the first time he traded with someone without being accused of speculation. He felt very happy. He could follow suit in the future and say that he was sending things to relatives and friends, and the other party would give him gifts in return.

It was cold and the game had already frozen hard, and the blood would not drip down. Feng Qingxue threw it directly into the backpack. Anyway, there was nothing else in the backpack, but a piece of oilcloth was used as a cushion.

He waved goodbye to the conscientious young woman, and when she left her sight, Feng Qingxue put the pheasant and rabbit into the space.

There was no way, the weight of more than 40 kilograms on his shoulders was really tiring.

Turning a lane, Feng Qingxue heard a voice of pleading. She looked closely and saw a young woman in her twenties kneeling in front of the closed courtyard door, ignoring the icy weather. She kept kowtowed, her forehead was broken and blood was flowing. She cried, "Please, sister-in-law, please, save Xiaowu. Xiaowu is your own son. Please!"

Her clothes were very thin, only a jacket and pants, and they were patched up. They were very shabby, but they were clean. Although her face was haggard and skinny, with scars on her cheeks, her facial features were very delicate, even though they were stained with blood.

An impatient middle-aged woman's voice came from the door: "What's the point of begging me? I'm not a doctor who only gives people medicine to treat diseases. The five black categories of landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements and rightists should be killed. Living is just a waste of food. Deng Hongling, I have severed ties with your family a long time ago. Don't bother me. Even if you die at my doorstep, I won't take you to the hospital."

Deng Hongling's eyes were filled with despair. After begging for a long time without any response, she could only get up and hobble away with a crippled leg.

Feng Qingxue sighed softly. She knew what was going on without thinking. She followed Deng Hongling and left the alley where the person she was looking for was. She quickened her pace and walked to her. "I'm a doctor. Where is the child you mentioned? I'll help you take a look."

Deng Hongling turned her head and saw her. A trace of disbelief flashed across her face. She said hurriedly: "Are you a doctor?"

"Yes, I am a doctor. I also brought some commonly used medicines."

Deng Hongling didn't wait for her to finish. She pulled her forward and limped to the back of a public toilet near the non-staple food store. What came into view was a small shabby house, which was even simpler than the house of Grandpa Xu and Grandma Xu.

Feng Qingxue followed into the house and saw a little boy lying on a wooden bed, covered with a thin quilt, and his chest was almost flat.

The boy's specific age could not be seen because he was skinny and small.

"Doctor, doctor, please take a look at him." Deng Hongling begged in a low voice, regardless of the blood on her face.

Feng Qingxue put down the backpack and felt the child's pulse. She knew that the child had a high fever due to hunger and cold, but his life was not in danger. She quickly took out the syringe and medicine from the backpack, which were actually taken from the space, and said, "Turn the child over. I'll give him a fever-reducing injection."

Deng Hongling quickly went forward to pick up her nephew and turn him over.

After the injection, Feng Qingxue put away the syringe and took out a small bottle of alcohol, saying, "Pour the alcohol on your palm and rub it on the child's limbs, heart, and armpits. I'll buy you a bowl of porridge. Drinking the porridge will give you the strength to fight the high fever."