Time is still flowing.

The whispers from the side continued to reach her ears.

The county magistrate's wife was so distressed that she fainted twice.

Magistrate Zou's patience was about to break.

He had already stood up, his eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and was about to open his mouth to issue a punishment order...

at this time--

Young Master Zou, who had been diagnosed by doctors as having no breath, suddenly coughed.

This cough.

Like the sound of nature!

It was also the most pleasant cough that Yang Ruoqing had ever heard in her two lifetimes.

Watching the little boy slowly open a pair of beautiful eyes without even a trace of dust.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

The whole person seemed to have been drained of all strength, and fell to the ground exhausted...

Elegant interior.

The county magistrate's wife held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Miss Yang, you are the great benefactor of our Zou family, the great Bodhisattva..."

"Good boy, you saved my Lin'er's life, and you also saved my life and that of my husband!"

As the woman talked, she burst into tears again.

The maid next to me was there to persuade me.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the woman's haggard expression and was filled with emotion.

It doesn’t matter what kind of character a woman in this world has.

gentle?

pungent?

It doesn't matter what status she has or her abilities.

When facing their children, they all have the same identity - mother!

The child is sick, in danger, and his life hangs by a thread.

Status, wealth, and abilities are all in vain.

At this moment, she is just a helpless mother.

She is so weak and helpless that it makes people feel distressed.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but think of herself.

When he traveled back in time, he was said to have been lying in bed half-dead for several days.

Tan and the others kept urging him to wrap it in bamboo mats and throw it away to the earthen kiln behind the forest.

But Mrs. Sun kept trying her best to stop him.

Mrs. Sun is just the humblest country woman, and she has no money to take her daughter to a big place for medical treatment and medicine.

She could only stay in front of the bed every day and take care of...

Praying to the Bodhisattva to bless my daughter...

Although in the end, my daughter left...

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt the urge to go home.

I miss my mother!

Over there, the county magistrate's wife was persuaded by maid Xiaocui to calm down temporarily.

Magistrate Zou also came in.

"Husband, how is Lin'er now?"

the county magistrate's wife asked.

Magistrate Zou smiled slightly: "Madam, you can rest assured. President Wang has checked Lin'er's pulse just now and has taken Shexiang Baoxin Pills. She is no longer in serious trouble."

The county magistrate's wife breathed a sigh of relief.

Magistrate Zou's eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"Miss Yang, Mr. Zou would like to thank you for what happened today!"

He straightened his clothes, bowed his hands, and bowed to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stood up.

"Lord Zou, please don't do this and harm the daughter of the people!"

She was a little flattered.

Mr. Zou said: "My wife and I have been married for ten years, and we only have this son."

"My son was born weak and has a heart disease. He has been seeking medical advice for many years, but has not been able to cure it."

Speaking of this, the couple looked solemn again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly, expressing deep understanding.

If you have a child with the disease at home, how can you feel happy as a parent?

Yang Ruoqing listened to Mr. and Mrs. Zou talking about their son's illness, from novels to adulthood.

One by one, one by one, they are all remembered so deeply and clearly in the hearts of this couple.

This shows how deep the love they poured into that child was.

At the end, the county magistrate's wife looked at Yang Ruoqing expectantly.

"Miss Yang, you have great medical skills. You brought my son back to life. You must be proficient in this."

"Please, can you continue to treat my son's heart disease?"

The county magistrate's wife begged, and the county magistrate on the side also looked at him pleadingly.

This made Yang Ruoqing a little embarrassed.

Can she say that she is not actually a leading expert on the heart?

She is just an agent.

It's just that in order to perform tasks, I have been organized and trained in all aspects since I was a child.

Be familiar with the structure of the human body and how to deal with some common diseases.

On the one hand, it is to save ourselves.

On the other hand, it is also for killing people.

Such are the rules of survival in the underground world.

The reason why she knows a lot about the heart is mainly due to her senior brother.

His identity is an agent, but his profession that he always conceals is that of a doctor, specializing in heart attacks.

"Miss Yang, please, please save my Lin'er..."

"He is less than nine years old and has been plagued by illness for nine years."

The county magistrate's wife murmured in tears.

"In the past two years, this child's illnesses have become more frequent."

"The pills I used to take seemed to be showing signs of being unsuppressable."

"The famous doctor in the capital diagnosed him and said that the child would not live to be sixteen!"

The words of the county magistrate's wife made Yang Ruoqing frown.

This little boy is about the same age as Daan.

The pink-carved jade chisel is so beautiful that it seems that it should not belong to this world.

Now that I am nine years old, doesn’t that mean I only have seven good years to live?

This is only when there is no joy or anger.

If you are touched, you will not be able to get first aid and you will belch at any time.

What a pity!

"I can understand Madam's mood, but this disease is very difficult."
To be continued...