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Chapter 27

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    Song Ziwen has many years of experience in practicing medicine, and he is considered to be very skilled in medicine.

    Not long after Tongrentang opened, many people came to seek medical treatment, and the business was not bad for a while.

    Today it is rare that there are fewer patients. Ren Pingping went to Xishi to buy an old hen and brought it back: "Ziwen, I have disposed of the chicken. You can add something to make a medicinal meal for parents to send over."

    The weather is hot in summer, and the two elders of the Song family can't eat in summer. They eat some cool food like cucumber every day. Song Ziwen and his wife want to make some medicinal food for them.

    "Doctor, may I trouble you to show my brother?" Just as the family was discussing the recipe, a soft voice came out.

    Looking back, Hongdou saw a little girl about six or seven years old standing in front of them, her eyes looked particularly big on her thin face, and her eyes were full of tension and expectation.

    Behind her, a thin young man was half leaning on a woman. The woman supported the man's shoulders with both hands, and the young man closed his eyes in pain.

    Ren Pingping hurriedly dropped the ingredients in her hands, and pulled a chair for the man to sit down.

    Song Ziwen stretched out his hand to touch the man's forehead, and took his pulse again. He had a general understanding of his condition in his heart: "When did you start to have a fever? Did you touch the water or catch the wind?"

    When the woman heard Song Ziwen's question, she just lowered her head and cried silently, the little girl looked up at her mother, then at her brother and said, "My brother crawled into the water tank two days ago when we weren't paying attention.  "

    Climbing into the water tank?  Song Ziwen's family raised their hands and picked out their ears, suspecting that they were hallucinating.

    "He doesn't want me as a mother anymore, he wants to leave us behind!" The woman finally couldn't help howling loudly.

    It is important to see a doctor, Song Ziwen just wanted to know when the patient started to have a fever, but the woman's wailing reminded him, and he quickly called Ren Pingping to help carry the patient to the sick bed.

    "Don't cry, hurry up and take this basin to get some water, first reduce your son's fever, if it keeps running like this, he will burn out." Ren Pingping has been fighting with Song Ziwen for so many years, and the treatment of fever patients  After gaining some understanding, he handed a wooden basin to the woman.

    Hongdou paid attention to the patient, and found that he had one foot that was missing, and it looked like it was broken from the ankle down.  This appearance, could it be that he was tortured?

    This is not to blame Hongdou for thinking too much. The legal system of the Chen Dynasty was not perfect. The more obvious point is that there is still the original homomorphic revenge theory in the criminal law that "the murderer dies, and the wounder creates."

    There is also corporal punishment in the provisions of the criminal law. This corporal punishment is different from what everyone thinks of whipping and fighting. It is to cause real harm to the offender's body and turn a complete person into a disabled person.

    The more common ones are tattooing, tattooing on the face; cutting off, cutting off the nose; cutting off, cutting off the feet below the ankle; palace punishment, which was suffered by Sima Qian; and Dabi, which is often said  death penalty.

    "My brother's feet were cut off after being bitten by a poisonous snake. He cut them off himself. It was to save his life." The little girl looked at Hong Dou and stared at her brother's feet, and hurriedly used "three yes" to explain in a low voice,  Hongdou could clearly hear her trembling voice because of nervousness.

    What Hongdou didn't know was that because of her brother's foot injury, they were often rushed around.  No one is willing to listen to their explanation and understand what his foot injury is all about, because this broken foot is the representative of the criminal in the eyes of others.

    "My name is Hongdou, what's your name?" The little girl's mother went to the backyard to make medicine. Hongdou saw the little girl sitting aside and looked at her brother worriedly, and took the initiative to chat with her.

    "My name is Yang Xiaoyue." It's been a long time since I chatted with anyone, and the little girl seemed a little reserved.

    "Xiaoyue. Your name is very nice, who gave it to you?" Wanting to start a conversation with someone quickly, either from the name or from the hometown or common experience, Hongdou chose the simplest one.

    Maybe it was the familiarity of red beans that infected Yang Xiaoyue, and she gradually opened up the conversation: "My brother got it for me. He studied in school for a while. Then he changed the name for me and himself. My brother's name is Yang Lingfeng."  .¡±

    Yang Lingfeng, Hongdou couldn't help being stunned when he heard the name, isn't it?  Isn't it his name?

    "Which Ling Feng is it? How do you write it?" Maybe it's just the same sound, Hongdou told herself in her heart.

    "I don't know how to write either." The little girl was illiterate, and lowered her head in embarrassment, "My brother said it means riding the wind."

    That's the same, Hongdou stared at Yang LingfengLooking at the past, it seems to be a bit similar.  Straight nose, thin lips, but the closed eyes really don't show any eye shape, the end of the eye is slightly raised, as if there is a little bit of similarity.

    Hongdou blushed involuntarily when he thought of his attractive peach blossom eyes.  Others have peach blossom eyes that are hazy and watery, and their smiles are like a crescent moon, but his peach blossom eyes are full of rational restraint, looking deserted.

    I don't know how he is doing now.

    "Excuse me, where is this?" Just as Hongdou was lost in memory, a hoarse voice sounded.

    "Brother, brother, you're finally awake." Seeing her brother trying to prop up his upper body, Yang Xiaoyue hurried up to help him up.

    After Yang Lingfeng finished her funeral, he went home and took a nap. When he woke up, he found himself lying in an unknown place. Just when he wanted to find out where it was, he saw a little girl running to him excitedly.  Call me brother?

    He looked at the two little girls in front of him, and the fat little girl in the back looked a little familiar. He opened his mouth and asked hesitantly, "You said, I'm your brother?"

    "Brother, don't you know Xiaoyue? What should I do?" Yang Xiaoyue stomped her feet anxiously when she heard her brother's strange question.

    Seeing him like this, Hongdou felt a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. This appearance was similar to himself at that time.  So she deliberately dismissed Yang Xiaoyue vaguely: "Xiaoyue, go and call dad over."

    "Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Yang Xiaoyue was so full of thoughts that her brother's brain was burnt out, she didn't notice the ambiguity in Hongdou's words, she left Yang Lingfeng and ran away like flying.

    As soon as Yang Xiaoyue left, Hongdou immediately stepped forward to support Yang Lingfeng's arm, and smiled sweetly: "Brother, do you still remember me?"

    Yang Lingfeng looked Hong Dou up and down, hesitated for a while and said, "Of course I remember, you are my sister."

    Sure enough, Hongdou suppressed a smile in her heart and answered very skillfully. After all, sisters, cousins, cousins, and younger girls can all be collectively referred to as younger sisters.

    Seeing Hongdou smiling and nodding at him, Yang Lingfeng always felt that something was wrong, and then heard Hongdou's tender voice asking him: "Brother, do you know what the original aspiration and mission of the Communists are?"

    Ah? Yang Lingfeng looked at the strange girl in front of him, and then at the antique environment around him. Did he misunderstand?  Isn't this the time travel she often talks about?

    "For the happiness of the Chinese people, and for the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation." Having a headache, I wanted to give up thinking, and the direct conditioned reflex generally gave the answer.

    Hongdou's smile widened: "Congratulations, comrade, you have crossed." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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