God-given peasant wife's good fortune

Chapter 474 Infected by the Plague?
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When Yang Qiang thought that he had offended Xiang Zirun and Su Kefang, and Zeng Chuanbao looked like he had nothing to do with him, he couldn't help but panic, and almost knelt down to Zeng Chuanbao: "Mr. Zeng, I have no way out. You can't do this to me!"

He can't go back to Xiang Zirun and Su's side now. If Zeng Chuanbao goes back on his word, he will really have no way to survive. He still has a big family to support.

Seeing Zeng Chuanbao's disdainful face, Yang Qiang burst into tears: "Besides Zeng, I don't need to reward you with money, and I don't want the position of master master. I beg you to give me a job."

At this time, Yang Qiang was so regretful that his intestines were green. The treatment at the Xiang Family Stone Yard was so good, and Qiu Bei, the manager, respected him very much. He entertained them with delicious food and drink every day, but he didn't know how to cherish it. He even betrayed them in a crazy way, and now Zeng Chuanbao, an old man, turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, this is his retribution!

Zeng Chuanbao glanced at him contemptuously: "With your skill, I'm worried about affecting my business if you work for me for free. Get the hell out of here, and don't appear in front of me again. You'll dirty my eyes!"

As soon as Zeng Chuanbao finished speaking, he really felt his eyes itchy, and subconsciously stretched out a chubby hoof to rub his eyes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, his confidant suddenly exclaimed: "Master, what happened to your hand?"

Zeng Chuanbao was taken aback for a moment, and turned his hand to look at the back of his hand.

After seeing the redness and swelling on the back of his hand and the pus flowing out, Zeng Chuanbao was shocked: "Call the doctor!"

Just now he felt the back of his hand a little itchy, so he scratched it lightly, why did it become swollen in the blink of an eye, and pus was still flowing?

People like Zeng Chuanbao are most afraid of death. He was in a state of uncertainty. Yang Qiang, who was standing by the table, also felt his eyes and body itching. He rolled up his sleeves and saw that several places of his arms were in contact with the back of Zeng Chuanbao's. The same, red and swollen and pus, fell to the ground in fright.

Zeng Chuanbao also saw Yang Qiang's movements, and fixed his eyes on his arm. The next moment, he grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at Yang Qiang: "Damn you, you are the one who infected me with this disease." right?!"

He was fine before Yang Qiang came in, why did his eyes itch and the back of his hands swell when he came here?It must have been infected by this dog thing!

"Mr. Zeng, I'm not sick, I didn't infect you!" Yang Qiang was surprised and anxious: "I don't know why my body suddenly itch."

Now that he has no job to do, what Yang Qiang is most afraid of is getting sick and spending money.

Yang Qiang didn't know that he had been poisoned until now, and he didn't know that Qiu Shan in Changping Village also began to itch all over his body, which was exactly the same as his and Zeng Chuanbao's symptoms.

After Yang Qiang stole the drawings yesterday, he handed them directly to Qiu Shan, and then sent them to the inn in Qishan Town to Zeng Chuanbao. Poison, the three poisons are released together, so it is so menacing.

"You still dare to quibble!" Zeng Chuanbao didn't know what disease he had, and was so scared that he was dying. Hearing that Yang Qiang was still yelling that he was not sick, Zeng Chuanbao was so angry that he grabbed the chair at hand and threw it on Yang Qiang.

Yang Qiang has worked hard for many years and is flexible. When he saw Zeng Chuanbao lift a chair, he jumped up from the ground and avoided the chair that Zeng Chuanbao threw at him.

Zeng Chuanbao failed to hit him, but instead twisted his waist, howling in pain.

"Mr. Zeng, I'm really not sick. I didn't infect you. Don't get angry." Yang Qiang didn't know that Zeng Chuanbao twisted his waist, and he explained to himself. In fact, he was also afraid that he had some strange disease.

Zeng Chuanbao's confidants quickly invited the doctor. The doctor asked Zeng Chuanbao to sit down and let him take his pulse, but Zeng Chuanbao yelled: "Look at the waist first!"

Seeing his master in such pain, his confidant hurriedly stepped forward to carefully support him to the bedside.

"It hurts, slow down, slow down!" Zeng Chuanbao howled.

"The waist is slightly sprained, and it will be fine after applying herbal medicine for a few days." The doctor said after checking.

"Doctor, there are still hands. My master's hands are red and swollen and pus is flowing." Zeng Chuanbao's confidant said worriedly.

Then the doctor unhurriedly took Zeng Chuanbao's hand and examined it carefully. The doctor was taken aback by this look: "My lord, is it the same on other parts of your body?"

"My back seems to be itchy too." Zeng Chuanbao grinned and cried out, and his confidant hurriedly helped him take off his clothes.

With this kick, the doctor exclaimed and stood up abruptly.

Yang Qiang approached the bed quietly when the doctor was checking the back of Zeng Chuanbao's hands. He was also shocked when he saw the large red and swollen back of Zeng Chuanbao. At the same time, he also felt his hips itching.

Before Zeng Chuanbao's confidant could speak, Yang Qiang asked eagerly: "Doctor, what is the disease of Mr. Zeng?"

The doctor left the bed in a panic, hurriedly packed up the medical box he had brought, and said while packing, "This old man seems to be infected with the plague, and I can't do anything about it. You'd better hire someone else."

After the doctor finished speaking, he lifted the medicine box, stumbled and ran outside.

Hearing the word "plague", Yang Qiang was frightened silly, and Zeng Chuanbao'er's confidant also took a few steps back in fright, looking at Zeng Chuanbao on the bed in horror: "Plague...plague?"

Zeng Chuanbao was also stunned, he hadn't even been out of the inn these days, where did he get the plague?

Thinking of this, Zeng Chuanbao sat up with his waist supported, stared at Yang Qiang who was also in a daze, grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it at him.

"It's you, you are the disaster star, you are the one who brought the plague into the inn, and you are the one who infected me with the plague, you are the damned dog..."

Zeng Chuanbao's confidant managed to suppress the panic in his heart, regained his senses and comforted him: "Master, I don't think your illness is necessarily a plague. You haven't left the inn these days, even if the plague was brought by Yang Qiang , that little one has more contact with Yang Qiang than you, master, if it is really a plague, why is the little one all right?"

Although the confidant persuaded him so, but for the sake of safety, he didn't dare to approach the bed again: "Master, I'll let someone go to Yongfu County and ask the doctor to come and show you."

"Yes, yes, please ask for more!" Zeng Chuanbao calmed down after hearing what his confidant said, but he was still very uneasy.

Seeing Zeng Chuanbao's confidant leave the house, Yang Qiang rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Zeng, you have a bad waist and no one to take care of you. Why don't you let me stay and take care of you?"

"Cough..." Zeng Chuanbao leaned on the bed and yelled angrily. Because he was too fat, he couldn't catch his breath, and coughed because of choking on his saliva.

"Mr. Zeng, I just said that you can't do without someone to take care of you." Yang Qiang hurriedly stepped forward to help him straighten his chest, then went to the table and turned over the upside-down cup and poured a glass of water to Zeng Chuanbao's hand, flattering him He said with a smile: "Mr. Zeng, drink a glass of water slowly."

(End of this chapter)