Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 600 Reflection

"I don't have a fever anymore. Although I got the medicine yesterday, I hid it secretly and didn't take it. Sure enough, I didn't feel so uncomfortable after not taking it. Hey, what a little miracle doctor, I'm afraid the magistrate wants her to practice on us. Maybe this is not to treat the plague, but various poisons, and she wants to use us as test subjects."

Conspiracy theories crop up everywhere in the ruined temple.

Those who were already a little shaken had their psychology directly broken.

I got the medicine, but before I started taking it, I hid it or even threw it away at noon and at night.

It’s just like what those people said, I really don’t feel as uncomfortable after not taking any medicine.

When Jiang Fubao came to deliver medicine the next day, there were thirty-five more people's medicines than yesterday, but no one came to pick them up.

She didn't say a word and left after taking my pulse.

On the tenth night, a surprising voice sounded in the corner.

"Son, you're awake, you finally woke up. Mother thought you wouldn't make it through the day." Mother watched her son fall into a coma for several days, and saw that his chest was barely rising.

Ye Youqin had already believed that her son was going to die, but she didn't expect that her son would wake up in the middle of the night and be able to speak.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Ye Youqin's youngest son Liu Tao said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, it's good to be hungry. Being hungry means that your body is getting better. The little doctor is worthy of being a little doctor. Hahaha, you just don't believe her. What did I say? The little doctor is the reincarnation of a god. My son has woken up and can talk. He said he is hungry. Come, I have half a steamed bun left over from last night. I will soak it in water for you, son, you can eat it with water."

Ye Youqin's voice was tearful, she was extremely excited. In the past few days, at least half of the people in the dilapidated temple refused to take the little doctor's medicine.

But she firmly believed in the little miracle doctor. If the medicine was useless, how could her son have been in a coma for so many days and still be alive? The medicine must be effective.

Ye Youqin wiped away her tears, soaked half a steamed bun in a bowl, and poured some hot water on the stove in the middle of the dilapidated temple.

She became more and more excited as she watched her youngest son wolf down his food without stopping.

However, a voice that made her angry sounded from the other side.

"Humph, he's so stupid. This doesn't mean he's getting better. This is a last burst of vitality. He's going to die." The person who spoke was Doctor Liu who was sent to the dilapidated temple.

He was given an injection by Jiang Fubao. After waking up, he took medicine for two days and then stopped.

As a doctor, he took his own pulse every day and found out that his condition was getting worse and his pulse was disordered. It was impossible for him to continue taking Jiang Fubao's medicine.

"You're talking nonsense. My son is obviously getting better." Ye Youqin retorted.

"Don't believe it? You see, after he finishes eating this half bun, tomorrow morning at the latest, or even earlier, maybe an hour later, he will be dead. I advise you to let him say his last words as soon as possible."

Doctor Liu snorted coldly, leaned against the wall, and looked across with cold eyes.

It rained the past two days. Fortunately, the roof was covered with straw, so it didn't rain heavily outside. It was only drizzling inside, but the weather was a little colder than in previous days.

Jiang Fubao was afraid that they would get cold and the situation would get worse, so he asked the officials to put two charcoal stoves in the dilapidated temple and boil water on them. If anyone was thirsty, they could pour it themselves, and he even gave everyone a bowl.

"Son, are you feeling unwell?" Ye Youqin didn't believe it. When she saw her son finish eating, she asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, my stomach feels burning." Liu Tao nodded, and then his eyelids began to twitch.

"Mom, I'm a little sleepy and want to take a nap..."

"Look, that's what I said, this is his last breath, hurry up and say his last words, tut tut." Doctor Liu said again at an inappropriate time.

Many people were awakened by their voices and lost their sleepiness.

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't believe you. My son is just tired and sleepy. He is not having a last gasp. You'd better take care of yourself. You don't even take the little doctor's medicine. You will die sooner or later. My son and I will definitely live longer than you." Ye Youqin cursed at him and felt that it was meaningless, so she leaned against her son.

Getting ready to go to bed together.

But Ye Youqin's heart was beating very fast.

Can't sleep at all.

Looking at the dilapidated roof, Ye Youqin closed her eyes unconsciously.

"what--"

"Tao'er, why are you dead? My son, please open your eyes and look at your mother. My son, why are you gone? You are my only son. If you were gone, what would I do——"

It was just daybreak, and the sunlight had not yet shone into the dilapidated temple when a horrifying cry was heard in the temple.

Everyone was awakened, including Ye Youqin.

"Tao'er? What happened to Tao'er? My Tao'er!" Hearing her son's nickname, Ye Youqin thought her son was dead. She immediately opened her eyes and began to cry. However, Liu Tao, who had just woken up, looked at her with a confused face.

"What's wrong, Mom?" He was a little weak and couldn't sit up. He could only open his big innocent eyes.

"Tao'er? Are you okay? Who is crying?" Ye Youqin was also stunned. Her vision was a little blurry. After wiping away her tears, her sight became clear. She saw a mother and son who had been sleeping near the entrance of the dilapidated temple. One was lying on the ground with a livid face, and the other was kneeling on the ground crying loudly.

"Tao'er, my dear Tao'er, you were only nine years old, how could you die like this? I gave birth to five daughters before I had you, and now you are gone like this, what should I do——"

"Tao'er, Mommy doesn't want to live anymore, please wake up, Mommy doesn't want to live anymore."

"It turns out that her son's name is also Taoer." Ye Youqin finally reacted.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she looked quickly at her son beside her.

"Son, are you feeling better?"

Worried that Doctor Liu was right, Ye Youqin's voice trembled as she asked the questions.

"Much better. I feel a little sleepy after eating last night. Mom, I'm still hungry." Halfway through his speech, Liu Tao's stomach growled.

"Hahaha, my son is fine. It's daybreak. My son is still doing fine. Damn you, you're still cursing that my son is having a last-minute bout of recovery. My son takes the little miracle doctor's medicine every day, how could he have a last-minute bout of recovery? Look, my son is fine."

Ye Youqin glared at Doctor Liu fiercely.

A look of relief on his face.

"How is it possible, he..." Doctor Liu was also shocked. He walked over from the opposite side and put his fingers on Liu Tao's wrist without Ye Youqin's consent.

After a quarter of an hour, the police came in and dragged the body away, and even started to distribute breakfast. Only then did Doctor Liu let go.

"How is it possible? How could it be that his pulse has become more stable. Is he getting better? Could it be that the pills really work?" It was the first time someone had died in all the days they had lived in the dilapidated temple. Many people had lost their mood, and it was quiet in the temple.

Doctor Liu's words broke the silence.

Everyone looked at him.

"What are you talking about? The pill works? It actually works?"