"Teacher, you are waiting here, I'll go over." Zhao Jie whispered.

"Okay, okay, this is money!" Chen Bailu glanced over there, looking quite nervous.

After taking the money bag handed over by Chen Bailu, Zhao Jie squeezed into the crowd like a swimming fish and walked to a fat black man in black clothes and covered with fleshy bumps on his face.

"Cousin, are there any other things?" Zhao Jie said, handing over the wallet.

"Don't worry, you guys spoke, of course you will keep it for you!"

After seeing Zhao Jie, the man who looked like a wild boar took out a steamed bun wrapped in kraft paper from the bag.

The exposed part is bright and dazzling, and under the oil lamps held by others, it looks particularly dazzling.

"Thank you cousin! I'll invite you to drink somewhere else!"

After the steamed buns were piled up, Zhao Jie did not dare to stay for more. He quickly came out of the crowd, then hurried to Chen Bailu and handed the somewhat strange steamed bun over.

"Teacher, I got it, let's go!"

He raised his slightly trembling hands to take the steamed bun, and Chen Bailu's eyes were a little confused and expectant.

"Second masters, how much did you spend on blood buns?"

Just as Chen Bailu turned around and was about to leave, an old man next to him who had just come over and dressed in plain clothes came up and asked.

The turbid eyes stared at the head, as if they were looking at a baby, showing a hint of envy and jealousy.

The look made Chen Bailu feel a little nervous, so she quickly put it away without saying a word, and left in a hurry.

After all, he is a university professor. When he comes to buy this thing, he is really afraid that he will be recognized by others. He pointed at him behind his back and ruined his reputation.

"Pooh!"

When Chen Bailu and the others walked away, the old man spitted thick phlegm on the ground with an unhappy expression, and turned around and began to squeeze the crowd.

The entrance of cotton alley.

"Teacher, go back, I won't go in." Zhao Jie stopped and said.

"Zhao Jie, thank you for this matter today, but you must keep your mouth shut and you can't tell anyone!" Chen Bailu was quite grateful and said guiltily.

"I understand, teacher, don't worry. Don't you know me yet? You're so tight! I'll leave first and see you back." Zhao Jie turned around and left after saying that.

Chen Bailu nodded. He still trusted Zhao Jie's character. After all, like Wen Ya, he is his most proud student.

Otherwise, Zhao Jie would not have known that his teacher's wife's condition was serious, and he would not have rashly proposed a folk remedy for using blood steamed buns to try it.

Even if it comes up, it would be useless if Chen Bailu doesn't believe it.

"Ahem!"

After Chen Bailu walked into the yard, he heard the sound of coughing from inside. He quickly put the kraft paper on the table, walked into the bedroom, and came to the bedside and said with concern: "Manyu, I'm back, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

After the severe cough, Wang Manyu, who was haggard, felt his breathing smoother. He looked at Chen Bailu and asked, "Are you there?"

"Come on!"

Chen Bailu nodded heavily, with an expectation and hope in her eyes, gently caressing Wang Manyu's increasingly thin cheeks.

"You lie down first, I'll clean it up, and after eating, you'll have a safe sleep."

"Yes!" Wang Manyu frowned slightly. Although he felt a little resistance, he nodded after seeing Chen Bailu's concern expression.

"Wait, I'll be here soon!"

After saying that, Chen Bailu went out to take the steamed buns and went into the kitchen to work hard.

Chen Bailu never went into the kitchen before. Since Wang Manyu became sick, he couldn't help but put down his shelf and picked up the spoon.

It’s not OK to not cook, what should I eat if I don’t cook?

As for their family's situation, it is impossible to hire a servant to cook. Even though the conditions have improved now and they want to hire a servant, they all refused when they saw Wang Manyu's appearance.

Making money is important, but no one wants to get tuberculosis, so no amount of money can afford to burn!

Chen Bailu took out the lotus leaves, put the blood steamed bun on it, and then began to tinker with the fire, then put the steamed buns wrapped in the lotus leaves into the lantern and stuffed them into the stove.

"Hope it will be useful!"

After a while, Chen Bailu secretly muttered, holding the steamed bun that was burnt black and had a strange smell, walked into the bedroom, helped Wang Manyu sit up, and said softly, "Come on, eat it, just eat it!"

"this……"

Wang Manyu looked at the round thing in front of him, and his eyes showed a very complicated emotion.

She knew that this was obtained by Chen Bailu's sudden medical treatment, and it was Chen Bailu's hope.

That's the hope that she would feel nauseous and nauseous even if she saw it.

But Wang Manyu knew that if he didn't eat it, Chen Bailu's heart would be broken.

So she had formed a black group, endured the discomfort in her heart, took a deep breath, opened her mouth and bit it.

As soon as the burnt steamed bun was in the mouth, Wang Manyu could no longer eat it. The strange smell in her mouth made her feel that her stomach was about to churn.

As soon as she clenched her teeth, she felt that she couldn't breathe, and her neck tilted and she fainted.

"Manyu, Manyu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Seeing this, Chen Bailu was so scared that her face turned pale.

...

The fourth day of vacation, at noon.

Chu Mufeng, who was preparing for lunch break, had not had time to take off his clothes when the door was knocked and thought about it.

He felt a little suspicious, and he didn't know who was so anxious to urge his life.

You should know that you are on vacation now and have never heard of the answer to what happened. It should not be the matter of the detective team.

But if it weren't for the team, who would have come here at noon?

"Here's here!" Chu Mufeng went over and opened the door and took a look.

I saw Jin Xilai, the sweaty dick standing outside the door. He grabbed Chu Mufeng's hand and walked outside, saying anxiously as he walked.

"Fourth brother, hurry up, go with me!"

"Second, you are in a hurry. What happened?" Chu Mufeng couldn't help but be surprised.

"Go and help your life."

"Help? Who's wrong?"

"Wenya's teacher, Mr. Chen!"

"What?"

Chu Mufeng's steps stuttered slightly, and he said with some incredible slightest sense: "Are you talking about Mr. Chen Bailu? Something happened to him? What happened?"

"Go away quickly, let's talk as we go."

"Um!"

After Jin Xilai finished talking about the matter, Chu Mufeng understood the whole story.

It turned out that after Wang Manyu fell into a coma yesterday, Chen Bailu rushed her to the hospital that night.

The next night, Zhao Jie and Wen Ya came to visit him and found that the teacher and his wife were not at home. Neighbors nearby told them that they had gone to the hospital.

At this moment, Zhao Jie had to tell Wen Ya about the folk remedy, but the latter was angry and annoyed, but it was useless.

The only person she could ask for help was Jin Xilai, so the next day he went to the city government to see if he could help him and think of a solution.

Knowing that the fourth brother Chu Mufeng was quite proficient in medical skills, he immediately came over and called him.

"Human blood steamed buns treat tuberculosis?" Chu Mufeng couldn't help but frowned.

He never expected that with Chen Bailu's knowledge and identity, how could he believe these absurd folk remedies like those ignorant Bai Ding?

"It's just a mess! It's fine if Zhao Jie is young and ignorant, but he can believe this fallacy!" Chu Mufeng was speechless.

"Oh, who said no? But the fourth brother, I can actually understand and sympathize with Chen Bailu. After all, there is nothing I can do about this. Anyone who reaches his position will probably be in a hurry to seek medical treatment. Do you think so?" Jin Xilai also sighed.

"Then you can't do it nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, so I won't ask you to come over and help me."

In a Western medicine hospital in the city.

Chen Bailu was walking around with a anxious look on his face. The unconscious Wang Manyu had been pushed into the operating room for more than an hour, but no news has been heard so far. He was anxious and restless.

"Teacher, don't worry, the teacher's wife will be fine, don't worry." Wen Ya said standing beside her.

Chen Bailu stopped, looked at Wen Ya, and said with a sad face: "Wen Ya, do you also think I did something wrong? Do you think the teacher is pedantic and superstitious?"

"teacher!"

After hearing this, Zhao Jie quickly stood up to defend himself, but he didn't expect Wen Ya to look over with a cold look: "Shut up and settle the score with you again!"

Zhao Jie immediately shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything again.
To be continued...