Chapter 401: Waiting for spring

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Shi Qing re-wrapped his face with a broken headscarf and looked up at the front. He was already faintly able to see the checkpoints and check the soldiers of the pedestrians.
It’s almost here.
Shi Qing looked at the bamboo basket in front of him.
Shi Qing is not a hawker who enters the capital. The bamboo baskets are not the fruits and vegetables of the family, but a child covered by a quilt.
More than one child, there is one child in each of the two baskets, one bigger and one smaller.
"Da Niu, it’s almost coming, you insist on it." Shi Qing reached out and slammed the quilt and said to the child inside.
The child did not respond in the slightest, it was like falling asleep.
Shi Qing sighed and looked back.
"Two cows?" he shouted.
A head was revealed in the quilt, revealing a child with a blushing face, and the big eyes flickered.
Shi Qing’s face smiled.
"Sit well, let's continue on our way," he said.
The child nodded and retracted into the quilt.
Shi Qinggang just wants to pick up the pole.
"This fellow." A passerby suddenly came forward and lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to Guanghua Temple?"
The passer-by came forward, but kept the distance, and the sights were swept away before and after the two bamboo baskets were difficult to guard.
The capital is surrounded by children with acne, and few people now bring their children to the vicinity of Beijing, except those who have had acne.
Shi Qing does not intend to conceal.
"Yes," he said.
The passerby looked a little sympathetic.
"You still don't go," he said in a low voice, looking at the front with a bit of uneasiness. "You still don't know?"
do not know? Do not know what is this?
"I know that Miss Shen Yijun is treating acne in Guanghua Temple," said Shi Qing.
The passerby waved.
"That's all deceptive," he said in a low voice. "The pimples over there will not be cured."
Not cured? Deceptive? Shi Qing looked surprised, how could it...
"Now I don't say that over there, I am afraid that you will run around. If you go, you will close it." The passerby said with a low voice, "I heard that the dead people in Guanghua Temple are squatting."
Is this true?
Shi Qing is unbelievable.
"I don't want to say this. The officials in other places have already started to ban children with acne from going out. I don't want to say anything near the capital, I am afraid that you will run around." The passerby whispered, with a bit of sympathy, "fast. Go back some more, go there and wait for death."
He said that he had shrunk his head and walked away.
Shi Qing stood in the same place.
Can it be cured? Going there is waiting to die.
He looked at the child in the bamboo basket in front of him. He went to wait for him to die. He bit his teeth and shouldered the pole, swaying and striding forward. Although it was so terrible, Guanghua Temple was the only one with hope. The place is gone.
All the way through the level smoothly, Shi Qing with careful thoughts to ask the soldiers Ding Guanghua Temple can cure pimples? The soldiers were arrogant and said, and then personally escorted him to Guanghua Temple.
If you didn't meet the passerby, this treatment Shi Qing would be grateful, but now he is only playing drums more and more.
This is actually not escorting, it is escorting, as the passers-by said they are afraid of running around.
In any case, Shi Qing took two children to the Guanghua Temple.
"Come here to register."
The handymen who wore the same clothes greeted him, looking orderly, and looking relaxed and embarrassed, not as depressed as human hell.
"Do you both children?" asked a handyman.
Shi Qing shook his head.
"The big thing is that the small one is not sick." He said, looking sad, looking at the little son sitting in the bamboo basket. "They are not there, my family is no one else, the big one is sick, others I am afraid, I have no place to send this small one, I have to bring it myself."
Otherwise, who dares to bring a healthy child to the place where the children with acne are concentrated is too late to hide.
His voice fell, and he heard the sound of footsteps.
"Brother and brother." a child shouted. "Where is the bamboo scorpion?"
Shi Qing looked subconsciously and saw that a boy of about seven or eight years old ran, perhaps because he was running a red face.
This is a healthy child.
Do you still use your child as a handyman? Shi Qing was surprised.
"Little four." The handyman beckoned to the child. "I will send you the bamboo pole. You will bring the uncle and his children to the doctor."
The child who was called Xiaosi’s voice responded to Shi Qing, and Shi Qing’s uneasy provokes the burden to keep up, and the line of sight kept spinning on the child.
"How long have you been here?" he couldn't help but ask.
The little four bouncing walked and heard the words turning back.
"It’s been ten days." He thought about it and said, "I can’t remember."
Ten days?
"Are you here to work?" Shi Qing asked again.
"Not too much." Xiaosi said.
Shi Qing still wants to ask what, see Xiao 4 to speed up the pace.
"Doctor," he shouted. "The patient is coming again."
A doctor came to hear the sound, watching Shi Qing and Yan smiled and said hello, and leaned over to see the children in the stone basket.
"The time of illness is not short." said the doctor.
Shi Qingyan nodded.
"Please ask the doctor to save the child." He choked and said, he was going to kneel.
The doctor is busy with him.
"We do our best," he said. "But you also know that acne is not good."
Sure enough, I did not say that it could be cured. Shi Qing was disappointed in his heart, but what could he do? He nodded.
"I look at this child.." The doctor said, went to see another bamboo basket and snorted.
"This child is not sick." Shi Qing said.
"Is not sick." The doctor said, looking at the child, if you think about it, "you brought him."
Shi Qing was busy talking about his own difficulties, and his eyes looked at the small four who were still standing by, and the more they wanted to stand, the more they couldn’t stand it.
"Doctor, is the child who is not ill going to be okay here?" he said.
The doctor laughed and looked at Xiaosi.
"Children who are not ill, it’s really okay for us," he said, looking at Shi Qing. "Although we may not be able to cure the sick child, we can let the sick child not be affected." The acne attack."
what?
Shi Qing is like a lightning strike.
Can prevent children who are not sick from being affected by acne! Really?
"Of course." The doctor smiled and pointed his finger at Xiao Si. "He is, not just him. We have four children here."
It seems to be to verify his words, the child's joke came from inside, Shi Qing saw four children carrying a large pot of clothes to come out, seems to go to the air.
The four children are the eleventh, the youngest is only three or four years old, and the little tail runs like it.
"My brother and brother let me lift and let me lift too."
The sound of milk is ringing in the ear.
Shi Qing was numb, and he suddenly squatted down.
"Doctor, please save my child and let my child not be affected by acne," he shouted.
If this life is no longer worried about acne, this is hope, this is hope.
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"Miss Jun."
Dr. Feng went into the temple and looked at the girls standing in front of a medicine box.
This is the vaccinia collected during this time.
"How about the new vaccinated child?" Miss Jun turned and asked.
Feng old doctor nodded.
"No problem, I didn't even lie down, I was feverish yesterday, and I followed Zhou Maomao today," he said with a smile.
"There are any doubts about everyone?" said Miss Jun.
Dr. Feng shook his head.
"No," he said.
"So, let's announce this news." Miss Jun said, standing at the entrance of the Buddha Temple and seeing it. "Also let everyone know that our Guanghua Temple is not a place of murder. It has always been a place for people to save lives."


Thanks to the small tour of the sunflower seeds, the ice of the south, the md12 and the scorpion.
Well, this episode is over.