pastoral beggar woman

Chapter 289 Let's Run (5)
In fact, the crazy old man only knew that Qin Shuang saved his life, but he really didn't know how good Qin Shuang's medical skills were, because since he woke up, he didn't see A Chen or Qin Tian mention Qin Shuang much. With her advanced medical skills, at best, she could see the excellent wound medicine powder prepared by her every time she changed the wound dressing.

Qin Tian propped his chin with one hand and sighed: "Actually, I don't know." Not to mention knowing how good her medical skills are, he didn't even know when she started to understand medicine, okay?
"But since she asked you to bring him back on purpose, she must be sure to cure him, so you shouldn't worry too much."

Ever since Qin Shuang began to change and did many things that he never would have done before, Qin Tian always had an indescribable confidence in her, always feeling that as long as it was what she wanted to do, there would be nothing wrong with it. Impossible!

Shen Jun still wanted to ask something, but suddenly heard a 'squeak', and the door of the room that had been silent all this time was opened, Ah Chen tilted his head at them, "Now you can come in."

Qin Tian was the first to rush in, and Shen Jun was full of curiosity and didn't give in.

When I returned to the room, the situation inside had changed a lot. I saw the two brothers, who were awake and asleep, kneeling in front of Qin Shuang, kowtowing to her gratefully with ecstasy on their faces.

Shen Jun looked at his sick brother first, and found that although his face was still bloodless, his mental outlook seemed to be much better than an hour ago, and he would no longer give people a lifeless feeling. On the contrary, Qin Shuang saw She woke up a little tired, the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, and Ah Chen was wiping her sweat carefully, with a trace of dissatisfaction and heartache leaking out on his face.

"How is it? Is it cured?" The crazy old man rushed in and asked.

Ah Chen rolled his eyes at him contemptuously, "What do you treat as a cure? You are terminally ill and can be cured so quickly?" You really think she is a living god!

The crazy old man probably also knew that the question he blurted out just now was a bit out of his mind. He curled his lips and observed the younger brother who was the person involved. His expression seemed to have improved a lot, but his breath was still relatively weak. He could smell the smell coming from the room. There was a bloody smell, and when I looked down, there was a puddle of blood that hadn't dried out on the ground. The color was different from that of ordinary people. It was so red that it turned black, which was abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

Qin Shuang wiped her hands with the towel handed over by Ah Chen, glanced at the two brothers who were still kneeling, and said, "It's not too late to kneel when the illness is completely cured." I don't know that the man has gold under his knees, so he can't be casual. Kneel down?Kneeling when begging her to save someone, kneeling once for treatment, at least five or six times for treatment, and then continuing to drink medicine for at least a month, won't they kneel to death?
After the elder brother helped the younger brother to sit back on the bed again, Qin Shuang said: "It's too early to be happy, today is just the first treatment, and it's still too early to recover."

"I understand." The younger brother said in a deep voice: "As long as I can continue to live, I can bear the treatment for as long as it is, and how painful the process is!" After speaking, he seemed to think of something, raised his head and looked at Qin Shuang firmly, "I said before However, as long as you can save me, I am willing to sacrifice my life for you! When my illness is cured, I will do whatever you want me to do!"

The elder brother also quickly said: "Me too!"

Qin Shuang curled her lips in satisfaction, "Even if you don't tell me, I won't make a loss-making business. When I recover from my illness, you two will have to sign me a contract of sale, a death contract."

When I was in the slums, I said that the last people who stayed had to sign the deed of sale, but not all the people who signed the deed of sale had to sign the deed of death. As long as there is enough money in the ordinary deed of sale, they can still redeem themselves and regain their freedom. A death contract is just like a death pawn in a pawn shop. Once signed, unless she tore up the contract of sale and voided it, the person who signed the death contract would have to work for her for the rest of her life.

(End of this chapter)