Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

The lame man no longer burst into tears. He rubbed his face and raised his eyes to look at Bai Xueru. His eyes were filled with despair and hope.

"Is the girl's medical skills really better than that of the doctor?"

Bai Xueru nodded. Thinking about it, most people's medical skills could be matched by his own.

In his mind, Yuanbao Tuanzi watched that scene quietly, and now listening to Bai Xueru's heartfelt voice, he affirmed.

"Host, you believe in yourself, you are the best!"

Bai Xueru's heart felt warm and her face was soft.

The man threw the hoe to the ground, his face anxious. Even if there is a slight possibility, I want to keep them. Weeping without a sound,

"I, I, please come with me, girl."

"My home is at the foot of the mountain, very close!" The man wiped the tears on his face with his arms.

Bai Xueru nodded and followed his limping footsteps towards the outside of the temple.

The monks behind him looked at this situation and couldn't help but worry that the man would make trouble again later.

After all, they didn't believe that the female benefactor really had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Wuchen looked at the backs of the two of them walking out of the temple, paused, and stepped forward to follow...

She was rescuing the temple. If she couldn't be cured, the man's anger might be transferred to her!

Inside the house at the foot of the mountain,

The lame man took Bai Xueru and Master Wuchen into the house.

Originally, the third aunt was asked to guard her unconscious mother-in-law. Now that the old woman saw that he had brought someone back, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and ask with her eyes,

"This is the miracle doctor I brought back, let her show it to Wan Niang. Maybe there is hope."

The old woman looked Bai Xueru up and down with dissatisfied eyes.

"I'm afraid you were deceived. How can she be a miracle doctor at her age?"

The middle-aged man hesitated on his face and looked back at Bai Xueru.

"Wan Niang is hopeless. Just accept it. Your fate is not good. Is there anything you can do? Can humans compete with God?"

"You go and smash the Buddha, there is someone else to use. Please spend the last time with her."

"I guess she also wants you to accompany her!"

The man stepped forward and touched his wife's hair, his eyebrows tangled.

"They are already dying, and you are still torturing them to prevent them from being peaceful. If you look like this, they won't be able to feel at ease when they leave."

Bai Xueru frowned and said in a deep voice, "If you don't let me see it, Immortal Daluo won't be able to save you. There may be a glimmer of hope now, so don't cut it off yourself."

"As a doctor, those who believe will heal, and those who doubt will not! The opportunity is given to you, you can take it by yourself, I won't force you."

Wuchen was wearing a gray monk's robe and stood beside him with a compassionate and peaceful face, just watching quietly.

His eyes were slightly surprised. He thought she was a kind-hearted person who would help others when she saw their suffering. But I didn't expect that this was her style of doing things.

The old woman turned her head and looked at Bai Xueru, her eyes becoming more and more dissatisfied.

"Girl, you look well dressed. Don't lie to my eldest nephew. His family's money has been used to treat his wife and children. He doesn't have any extra money to fool you. If you have a good conscience, go and fool those rich people." ."

"If you are really a miracle doctor, you should be a doctor with kindness. Who would be like you, with a cold face?"

Bai Xueru pursed her lips lightly, when did she become indifferent?

If they don’t believe in themselves, they can’t just rush to get the treatment. If they don’t believe in the prescription and don’t drink it, what’s the use?

The voice of the old woman opposite questioned, "Besides, even if you know some medical skills, you're still half-assed."

"If you can learn medical skills at this young age, everyone will be a miracle doctor!"

Bai Xueru frowned and looked at the old woman with a stern face.

"I didn't cheat him out of his money. Although I am young, there are two words in the world called 'talent'."

"Just because you don't have it and haven't seen it, it doesn't mean that others don't have it either."

"Don't do bad things with good intentions!"

The middle-aged man beside the bed turned his head with tears in his eyes and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Girl, look, I believe in you. Even if it doesn't work, I don't blame you."

Bai Xueru nodded and stepped forward, carefully checked the woman's pulse, her brows slightly condensed, and then checked other places.

The lame man's eyes were fixed on Bai Xueru's movements, his eyes were nervous, and he swallowed his saliva from time to time.

Not long after, Bai Xueru turned her head to look at the nervous man, nodded slightly,

"There is help!" "Madam, her heart is depressed. The blood in her body is clotted and blocked, blocking her heart."

The man's eyes were shocked, and he burst into tears for a moment. A grown man is forced to be vulnerable by fate.

The old woman next to her also looked surprised. She was already like this. How could she be saved?

"Girl, please stop fooling around. Do you know that you gave me hope and ended up in despair? I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it."

Wuchen's face was calm, but there was a trace of ripples in his eyes. Someone rescued him in a desperate situation. This man was really lucky.

He actually went to the temple to worship Buddha, and as a result of getting to know the female donor, his wife had the chance to be cured.

Perhaps, the man in front of me is really blessed by the Buddha.

What about mother? Why can't I meet Bodhisattva? Why not in the blessing of Buddha...

Wuchen's well-jointed fingers clenched the beads tightly. His face was still looking calm.

The lame man made a "plop" sound and knelt down towards Bai Xueru, with tears streaming down his face, "Girl, please, save my wife."

Bai Xueru nodded and asked them all to go out. The man's face was tangled, and finally he led the rest of the people back out of the room.

Bai Xueru took out the silver needle from the medical space and concentrated on the thin and sunken woman with a pale face on the bed.

After a cup of tea,

Opening the door, the restless man outside finally stopped pacing and rushed to the door like a gust of wind. He looked at the woman at the door expectantly.

But he didn't dare to ask him the result, and his body trembled slightly.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Your wife will feel better after taking it for more than a month."

The man didn't know what to say for a moment, he nodded and thanked Bai Xueru, and quickly ran into the room with tears in his eyes.

However, Wan Niang vomited out a large mouthful of blood and was still unconscious.

The man looked panicked and his hands were shaking. He dared not approach the bed. Arrested breathing.

The old woman also walked into the door. Seeing this situation, she also frowned and looked at Bai Xueru angrily.

"Let's just say you are half-baked. What's wrong with learning at a young age? Learning to fool people. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog? It's better now."

"I could have lasted for half a day, but after being treated like this by a quack like you, I was sent away to see the Lord of Hell!"

"You're giving my family's life, but you don't know how to treat the disease and you come here to treat it blindly. Isn't this harmful to people?"

The woman looked at the woman beside the bed and cried loudly, "My poor family!"

"I met such a black-hearted person."

Bai Xueru looked back at the old woman, frowned and said coldly, "Shut up."

"If you make any more noise, even if she dies, it will be because of your noise!"

The old woman burst into tears, "Where did this ghost come from to lock your life? It's not here to cure the disease, it's here to kill you, my poor niece-in-law."

Bai Xueru shouted in a cold voice, "If you are making trouble, I will throw it out for you. Shut up!" The noise caused her to have a headache.

He raised his eyes and explained to the middle-aged man,

"The lady on the bed is overly worried and depressed. Only by spitting out the congestion can she possibly be cured!"

"It's just that the congestion is too severe. You will still vomit blood when you take the medicine later. But don't worry. Follow the prescription and you will feel better after taking it for about a month."

The old woman had just been drunk by Bai Xueru, and now she looked angry and suspicious. She looked at the person on the bed in the room, still not very convinced.

So many doctors said there was no cure, but she said she would be cured in a month, which was too unrealistic.

The poor niece-in-law was just urged to go away, with tears wiping her eyes.

This brainless nephew, how can he believe everything others say...