The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

  Chapter 271 became famous

  271 little famous

  Zhao Zhitong said while diagnosing: "The pulse condition is weak, the stomach is porcelain hard, and the abdomen is distended like a drum, not good!"

  She turned her head to Niu Baishun and said, "Boss Niu, you are really going to kill someone!"

  As soon as these words came out, a trace of panic appeared on Niu Baishun's face.

  The people around are talking about it.

   "Oh my God, I'm really going to die."

   "Can it be saved?"

   "With the young doctor of De Ren Tang, it should be possible."

   "A little girl? I think it's better to call Dr. Sun from De Ren Tang quickly. After all, this is a human life, so don't delay a human life."

   "That's right, I ran fast, I'll call Dr. Sun over."

   At this time, some enthusiastic people had already rushed to De Ren Tang to call Sun Kang.

   There were also others who persuaded Zhao Zhitong: "Young doctor, if you can't do it, don't be brave, someone will call your master."

  Sun Daqing couldn't bear to see his little cousin being questioned, so he immediately said: "My little cousin is very skilled in medicine! Besides, my grandpa is not in the medical clinic now, he has gone to see a doctor and is not in the medical clinic."

  The common people said one after another: "Ah, where did Dr. Sun go for a doctor's visit? Hurry up, call someone to call Dr. Sun back!"

   "It's too late." Zhao Zhitong said with a serious face, "If it's a little later, I'm afraid this person will die."

   After finishing speaking, he said to Sun Daqing who was at the side: "Second cousin, go back quickly and bring our secret life pills and my silver needles, hurry up!"

   "Hey! Good!"

  Sun Daqing responded, turned his head and ran quickly to the medical center.

   "Oh, this person seems to be dying, and he's starting to roll his eyes!"

   "Little doctor, think of a way quickly."

  …

  At this moment, Niu Baishun felt guilty and afraid when he saw the little beggar, as if he was really about to die.

  While the people around were concerned about the little beggar, he murmured that he had never seen a person who ate steamed buns and killed people, so he took Zhao Liuniang and a few servants and fled away.

  Zhao Zhitong was also very anxious. She stood up, looked around, and asked loudly: "Who has swill, the smellier the better!"

   "Hey, my family has it, my family has it!" There is a small restaurant next to it, and the owner of the restaurant shouted loudly.

  Zhao Zhitong: "Hurry up, take it out, and get a spoon by the way!"

  The owner of the small restaurant hurried home, and ran over with a bucket of swill in a short while.

  Zhao Zhitong hurried forward, opened the swill bucket, and instantly a sour smell came to his face.

  The surrounding people subconsciously covered their noses.

   "What is the little doctor doing?"

   "I don't know, this doesn't look like a cure."

  Zhao Zhitong didn't have time to give those explanations, so he picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of stinky swill, and poured it into the little beggar's mouth.

  Although the little beggar was lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, he looked unconscious.

  However, it is more or less conscious. He knew that the swill was being poured on his face, and he could smell the stench,

  The stench made him shake his head and try to avoid it, but he couldn't move again.

   Finally couldn't help it anymore, my stomach began to turn outward one by one.

   Seeing a reaction, Zhao Zhitong hurriedly said to the surrounding people: "Quickly, turn him over and use a stool to support his stomach!"

  The surrounding people hurried forward to help, turning the little beggar over...

   As soon as the little beggar turned over and was placed on the bench, he began to vomit.

  Now there is no silver needle, Zhao Zhitong can only press the acupuncture points on the little beggar's body with his hands to stimulate him to vomit.

   At first, all the steamed buns were spit out, nothing unusual, he just ate the steamed buns to support himself.

   But when all the steamed buns were vomited out, Zhao knew that it still didn't stop. She took out a handkerchief from her body, wrapped it around her hand, and put it directly into her mouth, patting his throat, making him continue to vomit.

  Zhao Zhitong said to the little beggar: "Hurry up, spit it all out, or your life will be lost!"

  The people around became curious.

  At this time, Sun Daqing came back with the things: "Little cousin, I brought you all the things!"

   As he spoke, he skillfully opened the silver needle cloth and handed it to Zhao Zhitong.

  Zhao Zhitong nodded, reached out to pick up the silver needle, and pricked the little beggar a few times.

  The little beggar immediately started to vomit again.

   What he vomited next shocked the people around him.

   "God, what is this vomit? Why is it bark, grass roots, what is this black thing?"

"Avalokitesvara." Zhao Zhitong explained casually, and continued to induce the little beggar to vomit until he couldn't vomit, then stopped, stood up, and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, fate is saved, second cousin , give him the Vitality Pill."

  The little beggar who vomited and took the medicine again lost consciousness.

  The surrounding people said that they were afraid that he would die again, so after a discussion, several big men carried the little beggar into Deren Hall.

  Seeing a few big men carrying a smelly beggar in, Sun Youwei and Sun Daji were taken aback.

   Just now when Sun Daqing came back to get the medicine and silver needles, he simply said a few words to them.

  So he quickly realized that this should be the little beggar Zhao Zhitong rescued.

   "Hey, your little doctor is really amazing, amazing."

   Several strong men and ordinary people on the street, after a few words of praise to Sun Youwei and Zhao Zhitong, left the clinic one after another.

   Today, Zhao Zhitong showed his skills outside, which made the common people deeply impressed by him.

  After they returned, word spread among the neighbors. Gradually, the name of Zhao Zhitong's little miracle doctor spread in North Street...

   But at this time, Sun Youwei spoke, and first carried the smelly beggar to the backyard. After all, the front office still had business.

  Finally, with the joint efforts of Sun Youwei, Sun Daji, Sun Daqing and others, they carried the man to the backyard and lay down.

  Sun Xiaoyu and Sun Xiaoxue didn't know what happened, but they were taken aback when they saw a little beggar.

  After the little beggar was settled, Sun Xiaoyu and Sun Xiaoxue boiled medicine for the little beggar in the backyard.

   And Sun Daqing finally asked the doubts in his stomach: "Little cousin, what is Guanyin soil? Why does this little beggar eat Guanyin soil?"

   "Avalokitesvara soil?"

  Zhao Zhitong hadn't spoken yet, but the eldest uncle Sun Youwei was surprised first.

  Sun Daqing nodded: "Yeah, the black thing spit out from the back of this little beggar, the little cousin said it was Guanyin soil, uncle, do you know what is Guanyin soil? Have you eaten it?"

  Sun Youwei said: "I haven't eaten it, but I heard it from the elders."

   "It is said that when there is a famine and the people have no food to eat, a kind of white flour-like soil will descend from the sky, which can be used to satisfy hunger and save lives. Therefore, people call it Guanyin soil."

   "Huh? Isn't that a good thing?" After hearing this, Sun Daqing and Sun Daji thought so.

  Sun Daqing asked again at this time: "Little cousin, how do you know Guanyintu? Could it be that you have seen it?"

  Zhao Zhitong tapped Sun Daqing on the head: "Of course I read it from a book, idiot."

"Also, Guanyin soil is not a good thing, so don't eat it. It is recorded in the book that Guanyin soil is not a special magical soil, but a kind of clay. It looks nutritious, just like white flour, but in fact It's soil."

  (end of this chapter)