Chapter 17 No need, isn’t this ready-made?

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 17 No need, isn’t this ready-made?

Gu Jingzhao's expression changed, "Take me to have a look."

Qing took Jing Zhao upstairs.

The woman on the mat had a dark complexion, and there was some vomit on the ground. She kept humming softly, looking like she was in pain.

This disease is fierce and highly contagious, and may still have an incubation period.

He was currently unable to determine whether Qing's mother had been infected with the disease before, or whether Qing had come into contact with a sick tribesman in Shandan yesterday and brought the disease back and infected her mother.

If it was the former... Jing Zhao felt guilty when he thought about it. The original owner had suffered from this disease. By chance, his time travel allowed this body to survive, but it was hard to say whether he would be infected again.

Now that there is no way to escape, we can only find a cure for the disease no matter what! Not only to save others, but also to save ourselves.

Jing Zhao bet this time and put his money on Ah Fu.

He stared and calmed down: "Qing, this disease is contagious. I can't let your mother live in the store any longer, otherwise it will not only be you, but also the two children, and Aning and Afu in the backyard."

, are all at risk of infection.”

Jing Zhao patted her shoulder and continued: "If you agree, I think you can send your mother to live with Shandan's sick tribe members. We can isolate her together and treat her together."

"don't want."

Just after Jing Zhao finished speaking, he opened his mouth to object. The woman's almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen from crying, "My dear friend, my mother is old. If she gets this disease again, she cannot be left without someone to take care of her."

Jing Zhao frowned: "If they are infected, what will happen to your young sons?"

Qing was also in trouble. Her two young sons were inseparable from their mother's care. As a child, she couldn't care less about her mother's life or death.

The old woman suddenly clapped Qing's hand. She woke up from her drowsiness at some point. She might have heard their conversation. Her voice was very soft and she whispered something in Qing's ear.

Qing's complexion changed, and tears rolled down in large lines, but the old woman patted Qing's hand in relief.

Jing Zhao could see that as a mother, she must be persuading Qing to give up on herself. Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong. No one in this world will unconditionally give everything for you, including his life, unless this person is a mother.

Jing Zhao felt sour in his heart and turned away unbearably.

This decision can only be made by oneself, and no one has the right to interfere.

After a moment, Qing raised her head and looked at Gu Jingzhao with a determined look in her eyes: "My dear friend, let me go too. I will take care of the sick people. My husband and father also suffered from this disease. When they were at home, I was the one taking care of them.

I know what to do."

She paused and then said: "It's just that my two youngest children are still young. If I... are unfortunately also infected with this disease, please have mercy on my two children and help me take care of them."

Jing Zhao had mixed feelings in his heart. His eyes flickered back and forth between the old woman and the two children. Unfortunately, he was not clear. All his better solutions could not be applied to this already fragmented family.

All his rationality was defeated by the emotions of the Qing family at this moment.

Jing Zhao looked at the two lovely children beside him with distress. These two children had lost their father. If their mother and grandmother also died in this epidemic, they would become orphans in this troubled world.

But……

Jing Zhao couldn't think of a better way.

At this time, Ah Fu appeared out of nowhere and said, "I think it's okay. You can take your mother over there quickly."

Jing Zhao suddenly turned his head to look at Ah Fu. This guy... he promised nothing.

"Don't you see that I'm still thinking about it? You just leave it here and come up with random ideas!" He pulled Afu aside.

"I see, little boss, you are in a hurry to poop." Ah Fu held a piece of dead wood cane and looked at Jing Zhao with a half-smile.

"You..." Gu Jingzhao couldn't breathe.

"I think what she said is very reasonable. If something happens to her, you can help her take care of the children. Little boss, you don't even have to get married, but you will get a pair of children in vain. What a good thing."

"Hehehe." Jing Zhao sneered, "Good thing? Do you want such a good thing?"

Ah Fu shrugged: "They didn't leave me alone, so what do I want?" He rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Do you think this little widow likes you?"

Jing Zhao's fist hardened instantly!

He turned his eyes to Ah Fu's feet and chuckled softly: "It seems that my painkillers are very effective."

"Thanks to the little boss for personally brewing the medicine for me." Ah Fu smiled lightly, with two small pear dimples looming at the corners of his mouth.

Jing Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, "If you feel better, go and see the sick people for me. They say you are the best doctor in a thousand miles. You can't shirk the responsibility of treating diseases and saving people."

"I will serve the person the little boss asked me to treat. It's just that... you made a mistake. Treating diseases and saving people is not a human matter, but a destiny."

While smiling slightly, he picked up a small wooden sculpture and played with it in his hands.

This little bastard is playing tricks on him.

Jing Zhao turned his eyes in a circle, pointed at Qing Qing's mother on the mat, and said: "This epidemic is coming fiercely, and it is very likely that it is also highly contagious. We have been in the same room with this sick person for such a long time.

There is no guarantee that you won’t get infected.”

Jing Zhao lightly knocked on the table twice, "But... there's nothing we can do about it. You just said that fate is determined by God, not man."

Ah Fu glanced in the direction of the patient and his expression turned ugly.

As a doctor himself, he naturally knew that Jing Zhao's words were by no means alarmist. What's more, from Sanshan to Quan County, he saw more and more people falling ill, and the disease was spreading.

It has reached a point where no one can stay out of it.

The so-called saving others is just saving yourself.

Ah Fu stopped joking and said with a serious expression: "Even if I can prepare a prescription, I still can't save people without the medicinal ingredients."

After a while, Jing Zhao raised his head and spoke slowly: "You just prepare the prescription, I will figure out the rest."

Ah Fu stared at him suspiciously: "What I want is not jasmine root. Common medicinal materials such as calamus. The medicinal materials I want cannot be bought in ordinary pharmacies."

Jing Zhao secretly rolled his eyes. Yesterday he spent ten praise coupons to buy these "ordinary medicinal materials". If these medicinal materials were not ordinary, how could his few coupons afford such an expense?

His face was calm and elegant, "You come up with the prescription first."

After Jing Zhao finished saying this, he paused and said, "I'll prepare breakfast later. You bring the food and go to Shandan together, and you stay there to diagnose and treat them."

"No need, isn't there a ready-made one?" He raised his eyebrows and pointed at Qing's mother. After sitting down, he began to take her pulse. At the same time, he asked Qing about the old woman's current situation.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do here, Jing Zhao went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Chapter completed!