It was already noon at this time, but the sky was cloudy, and the cold wind in winter blew across the bare tree trunks, with a hint of silence in the bleakness.

Nan'er didn't let Yuan Cheng hug her, and grabbed a chicken leg with her little hands. She walked in front with a small step and turned two streets. She led Ye Yu and the others to a dilapidated temple.

Abandoned spider webs, broken window lattices, and the cold wind whistled into the ruined temple. Through the simple fence at the door, Ye Yu could see the messy furnishings inside. Is this where people live?

"Mom, Nan'er is back, Nan'er is coming to something delicious." Thinking that she could deliver the chicken legs to her mother's side, Xiao Nan'er ran into the ruined temple like a swallow. She was easily mistaken when she was in a panic. When Xiao Nan'er entered the door, she was mixed by the threshold, and her petite body fell directly into the ruined temple...

Yan'er took a few steps to help Nan'er up. The little girl fell and hurt. She had tears in her eyes, but she grabbed the chicken leg tightly in her hand, "Mom, Nan'er brings you chicken leg." In her concept, chicken leg is the best food in the world. Although she kept swallowing, she knew that she had to give it to her mother first - such a child would know "Kong Rong gave away pears", which is what she was sensible.

As Nan'er's movements, Ye Yu and his men saw the figures curled up on the pile of hay in the corner of the wall. The coldest days of the year, the upper body was covered with a small piece of shabby felt cloth, the lower body was covered with a pair of ragged clothes and pants, and the little feet wearing straw sandals were red and purple, and there were signs of festering and necrosis. As for whether it was frozen or what, Ye Yu didn't know.

"Mom, Nan'er feeds you food." Xiao Nan'er clumsyly put the chicken leg up to the woman's mouth, but how could she react? "Mom, why don't you talk? Do you don't like Nan'er anymore?" The cold chicken leg was still standing beside her mother's mouth, but Nan'er's tears flowed down her cheeks, "Nan'er is very well-behaved, mother can't refuse Nan'er."

There is a kind of love in the world called separation of life and death. What does a five-year-old child know? Nan'er naively thought that her mother didn't want her anymore.

"Mom, please ask Yan'er to help her first, I'll go over and take a look." Ye Yu stood beside Yan'er with Ye Ling in his arms.

With tears in her eyes, Ye Ling nodded slightly, but she stared at the mother and daughter on the haystack.

Ye Yu didn't bother me. He helped Nan'er's mother sit up. Huang Xi's hair was messy, his face was dirty, but his pretty facial features could be vaguely seen. Gradually, his blurred eyes rolled down two lines of clear tears. His pale lips, which could not be seen with blood, were trembling and wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

Ye Yu grabbed her hands and found that the same symptoms on her hands and feet were thrombotic vasculitis? Ye Yu vasculitis? Ye Yu vasculatedly remembered that the human body had insufficient vitality and the qi and blood could not reach the ends of the blood vessels, causing the fingers or toes to be unable to get nutrition and gradually necrosis. This disease initially manifested as red and purple, numbness, cold and tingling symptoms on the fingers and toes, and later ulceration or necrosis may occur. In severe cases, it can lead to disability of hands and feet.

The woman's hands and feet were already showing signs of festering, and she was starving and frost. Ye Yu probably wouldn't feel pain even if she chopped off her hands and feet at this moment.

"Nephew, put her fingers flat, I will take her pulse." Qian Heng suddenly appeared in front of Ye Yu, and he grabbed the woman's wrist without saying anything.

"Brother Yuan, please carry Nan'er aside first." Looking at Qian Heng, who was closed with his eyes and was focused on it, Ye Yu was both angry and funny. This man was a little too anxious. You didn't ask if you could cure this disease, just pass me directly. This is too disliked, right?

If it is in his previous life, let alone Ye Yu, even if he was his mentor, he would not be sure of the late stage vasculitis, let alone the special situation of Nan'er's mother. But for Ye Yu now, it is not difficult. The best effect of the true qi in his body is to moisten the meridians, not to mention the medicinal properties. As long as the warm medicine is applied to the limbs, it can remove the cold air in her body. Once the qi and blood are unblocked, the vasculitis will naturally have nowhere to hide.

"The pulse is weak, and it seems to be there or not. If it is treated earlier, you only need to re-roast Guanyuan point and Zhongwan point, and combine it with Danggui Sini Decoction to dispel cold and relieve pain, unblock menstruation and promote blood circulation, and make the qi and blood reach the limbs to cure this disease. But now she has exhausted her oil and she is dry, and I am really powerless."

"I didn't expect that there would be such a human tragedy in the prosperous Luoyang City." Yuan Cheng, who was holding Nan'er, couldn't help but sigh when he heard Qian Heng's words - since he was sentenced to death by Doctor Qian, she really couldn't find a second way except to report to the King of Hell.

"Uncle with a beard, let go of Nan'er. Nan'er wants her mother to hold her, so that her mother won't be angry with Nan'er." Nan'er didn't know what Qian Heng was talking about? She struggled to get out of Yuan Cheng's arms.

There was another orphan in Daliang. Ye Ling walked to Nan'er with the help of Yan'er, and reached out to touch her little face gently.

"Brother's mother, why are you crying? Nan'er is a good boy. Nan'er wants to feed her good food." Although Nan'er made Ye Yu shorter Yuan Cheng out of thin air, she figured out the relationship between Ye Ling and Ye Yu.

Hearing his daughter's words, the woman's body, whose body was a little stiff, shook slightly - the flesh and blood, this is the telepathy between mother and daughter.

"Who are you...you?" Although the woman's voice was soft, Ye Yu and the others could hear it clearly.

"Mom, do you like Nan'er again? Nan'er feeds you food." Hearing her mother's voice, Nan'er stepped on her feet to her mother.

The woman looked at her daughter lovingly. She was nostalgic and looked at the food her daughter sent to her mouth, and shook her head slightly.

Seeing the woman's actions, Qian Heng thought pessimistically - this is a rebirth.

"Mom, why don't you eat? If you don't eat Nan'er, don't eat it," Nan'er glanced at Ye Yu, "This is what my brother gave to Nan'er. My brother is a great person."

"My benefactor, I have a merciless request from my family to beg my benefactor to agree." The woman struggled to kneel down, but unfortunately she was stopped by Ye Yu. "Seeing the new clothes on Nan'er, I knew that my daughter met a noble man today. I knew that she was not good at it, but I couldn't worry about Nan'er. She was less than five years old and without her mother, how could she survive alone? I beg my benefactor to take in the little girl. Even if I die, I will pray for my benefactor."

"Don't worry, I will definitely treat Nan'er as my biological daughter." Before Ye Yu could answer, Ye Ling spoke first - what should I do if I am gone? Ye Ling's feelings were the deepest when he heard Nan'er's mother's words.

Where is this? You look at this separation and death. Ye Yu is now depressed. When he watched TV series before, he often watched the scene of entrusting his orphans at the end of his life. But the people are entrusted with girls of sixteen or seventeen years old. They are as beautiful as flowers, but they are still slaves and servants. It depends on the will of the king. But you actually want to entrust me a little girl under five years old. Do you also want me to raise a daughter as a wife? It’s a waste of your share of this. You will also pray for me when you die. Don’t you think this is equivalent to saying that I will not let you go even if I become a ghost?

"Who said you're going to die? Did I allow it?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Yu immediately became the focus...

Today is a two-up update, right? Ling Yun will continue to work hard.

Ling Yun was too lazy to talk about the issue of collection, so I could only hope to plant willows and willows unintentionally.

But can you give me some recommendation votes? Isn’t this requirement too much?
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