Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 151 Don't scare her

After making arrangements, Jiang Xian rode a horse and took Jiang Sheng into the city, and went directly to Shanren Hall.

Shan Zhi was waiting at the door, seeing Jiang Sheng who was in a mess, her heart tightened, and she went up to her: "Girl."

"I'm fine." Jiang Sheng said, "Go in and talk."

Zhong Yi tilted her head when she heard the movement, put down the booklet in her hands with wide eyes, and called out softly, "Sister Jiang Sheng..."

Liu Langzhong was still treating an old man at first, so he quickly finished his speech, and then asked Liu Qing to take care of him. He came out and asked Jiang Sheng, "How did it happen?"

Jiang Sheng patted the clock comfortingly with his left hand, and then responded half-jokingly: "Would you believe me if I accidentally fell like this?"

Liu Langzhong was helpless: "You can still joke, it means it's not serious."

Jiang Xian said, "Look at her right wrist first."

Jiang Sheng's heart trembled.

She thought her sister didn't know, after all, she didn't always pay attention to her wrist.

Liu Langzhong looked at Jiang Sheng's right hand hanging by the skirt, put on the medicine box and said, "Come with me."

Leaving Liu Qing outside to watch, Mr. Liu led several people into the compartment.Seeing Zhong Yi standing hesitantly by the door frame, Liu Lang said with a smile: "If you want to come in, come in."

Only then did Zhong Yi enter the door carefully, and then closed it behind her back.

Liu Langzhong checked Jiang Sheng before he took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box and motioned Jiang Sheng to put it on.

Jiang Sheng coughed, glanced at his sister, and then carefully placed his hand on the pulse pillow, revealing the scratched palm, red and white, with dried blood sticking to it, and some small stones embedded in it.

Jiang Xian was expressionless, but clenched his fists tightly.

Shanzhi was suffocated when she saw it. If Madam sees this when she goes back... well, she will be lucky if she is safe.

Liu Langzhong helped Jiang Sheng pick out the stone, and after reading the pulse, he shook his head and said, "The wrist is broken, and the internal injury is not serious. Did you get hit by something or did you fight with someone..."

Jiang Sheng whispered: "My sister is still here, don't scare her."

Only then did Liu Langzhong look at Jiang Xian whose lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

"Okay." He said while taking notes, "It's no big deal to be able to walk and talk. I'll use a bamboo board to fix your wrist, so you can cultivate it."

"However, it will take another hundred days for the injury to occur. I'm afraid you won't be able to recover in a day. If you have nothing to do, stay in bed, anyway, you know it yourself."

The bone fracture was not serious, but it hurt the heart and lungs. Jiang Sheng still had the strength to sit here, and he would have to express his admiration for this.

Not only did Jiang Sheng have the strength to sit here, but she also had the strength to make a request: "Use plaster, so that the bamboo board will not be tight when I walk around."

"What?!" Liu Langzhong looked at her suddenly.

"plaster?"

"Is it ice stone, fine marble, or white tiger?" Jiang Sheng responded, "No, is it?"

Is there no such thing as plaster in this dynasty?
Although she simulated using braces and plasters in class, she usually likes to use plasters when she really follows the teacher to immobilize patients, unless it is an injury to the lumbar spine that requires flexibility.

After all, compared with braces, plaster can more effectively maintain the position of fracture ends, ligament damage, and muscle damage, and avoid displacement of fracture ends or further strain on ligaments and surrounding soft tissues.Although its air permeability is not as good as that of splints, but the weather is cooler now, which is just right.

But... "Let's forget about it, let's use the bamboo board."

"Yes." Liu Langzhong looked strange, "Isn't that a tofu maker?"

Jiang Sheng blinked.

After many exchanges and explanations and seeking common ground while reserving differences, Jiang Sheng got his wish and put on a plaster cast, and then wrapped it with linen.

"How long does it take to take it apart, the same as bamboo boards?" Liu Langzhong was a little curious.

Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "About January, and you will need to help me dismantle it when the time comes."

"I'm fine now." Jiang Sheng patted his right hand, which was extremely tightly entangled with plaster and multiple circles of linen belts, "Sister, if you have anything to do, go and do it."

Jiang Xian stood up: "I'll take you back home and I'll go."

Jiang Xian sent Jiang Sheng to the mansion, and Mrs. Hou had already got the news and was waiting.

"Shengsheng——" Seeing Jiang Sheng covered in dust and with strange belts wrapped around her hands, Mrs. Hou was anxious and wanted to rush over, but was blocked by Jiang Xian.

Madam Hou stared at her, and then she heard Jiang Xian say: "The bone is broken, don't touch her."

Mrs. Hou was at a loss.

Jiang Sheng suddenly dreamed back to the day when she first came here, Madam Hou threw herself on her body and cried until her heart broke.

And looking at Mrs. Hou who was silent at the moment, she couldn't help laughing: "Mother, I'm fine."

"Have Chen Bo and Shan Nai returned yet?"

"Eat the inside and outside!" Mentioning Mrs. Chen Bohou, he gritted his teeth, "It's in the main courtyard right now, and I ordered the whole family to come here."

Seeing that she is easy to talk to on weekdays, no one takes her seriously!How dare to hit her daughter with a crooked idea!
Uncle Chen was supposed to be taken away by Jiang Xian's people, but Jiang Sheng said so, and Jiang Xian agreed to let the Hou Fu handle it.

At this moment Jiang Xian spoke slowly: "What is Madam going to do with it?"

"How to deal with it?" Madam Hou sneered.

"Just beat the man to death, and then sell his wife and daughter to a kiln."

Jiang Xian was noncommittal, but after understanding Madam Hou's attitude, she left.

At this time, in the courtyard, Uncle Chen was kneeling straight on the ground, and his wife Li Niangzi was escorted over and forced to kneel down too.

Not paying attention to the pain brought by her knees hitting the icy ground, the first thing Mrs. Li said when she saw Uncle Chen was: "Where is the girl?"

Chen Bo knew that his wife didn't care about Miss Sheng's life, but was asking—was it successful?
Their four-year-old grandson was kidnapped by gangsters. The gangster delivered a letter saying that if they didn't do this, they would never see their grandson again.

Mrs. Li held her heart and held her breath waiting for an answer, but Uncle Chen just shook his head and didn't give her the answer she wanted.

"Then what should I do with my son?!" Mrs. Li's heart skipped a beat, in disbelief.

She thought of something, broke free from her mother-in-law who was restraining her, and went over to beat Uncle Chen, her voice hoarse: "Tell me, did you change your mind halfway?! Didn't you!!"

Uncle Chen let her swing like a doll, and the dangling arm because he couldn't exert his strength looked extraordinarily funny.

But Mrs. Li didn't see it, she shook Uncle Chen vigorously, her voice was like a broken gong: "You talk, you answer me!"

"Chen Youli, you answer me, don't you?!"

Mrs. Li was short of breath, panting again and again, as if she was about to suffocate in the next second, Uncle Chen finally couldn't bear to turn his head: "Yinghua, use the girl's life to exchange the child, even if the child comes back, the days will be short." It's not going to be easy."

He was in a daze to agree to cooperate with that villain.

If he could, he would rather go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, even if he lost his old life, he would bring his child back.But if the girl is lost, even if the boy comes back, he will not be able to live.

(End of this chapter)