Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

Northwestern Wucheng.

Qin Yuanshan felt that the sky was about to fall. Being hated by the saint and being exiled was a catastrophe for his Qin family. However, the whole family, Ding Ansheng, came to the exile place and was still in good order. Later, the third child broke his arm, and there were also As long as life is here, it is considered to be the best. Slowly, life will get better.

He thought that although he was poorer, he might not be unable to survive, and it was okay to spend the rest of his life in Wucheng.

Who would have thought that the greatest calamity would be with the eldest grandson?

 Qin Yuanshan looked at Qin Mingyan who was covered in blood and dying. His eyes went dark and he fell down. God might as well take my old life away!

"Dad." Qin Boguang saw the old man falling and roared, then directed at the woman standing there stupidly: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come over and help?"

Ms. Cao curled her lips and came over to help help the old man lie down in the house.

 “Go and get water quickly.” Qin Boguang continued to send orders.

Ms. Cao went to get a glass of water.

There was a lot of noise outside the yard. Qin Boguang told the woman to take care of the old man and ran out. He happened to see his third brother dragging an old doctor into the next room. He gritted his teeth and followed him inside.

Qin Bohong was helpless, with nowhere to put his hands, only a pair of red eyes, like a grown man, with tears all over his face.

The old doctor looked at the half-grown child covered in blood and exclaimed, "Why is there so much blood?"

Qin Bohong gritted his teeth and said, "He was dragged away by a horse, and his chest was stepped on by a horse."

"Ah, this is not easy to save." The old doctor stepped forward, took Qin Mingyan's wrist, put it on with two fingers, and felt a thump in his heart: "The pulse is weak, the heartbeat is slow, and the air is blocked. This child is not good."

Qin Bohong's eyesight turned black, he stumbled and knocked down the shelf behind him, and the pottery urn on it fell down.

Qin Boqing said angrily: "Old doctor, you haven't treated me yet, why do you say no?"

“See for yourselves, how can we save this child who has a lot of air coming out and a little breathing in?” The old doctor pointed at Qin Mingyan’s miserable condition.

 This is obviously something that cannot be saved by gods, and he is not yet a god!

As if to prove that he was right, Qin Mingyan vomited out two more mouthfuls of blood.

The old doctor quickly moved his face to the side to prevent the vomited blood from flowing back and choking himself.

By the time he vomited out two mouthfuls of blood, Qin Mingyan's face was as pale as gold paper.

 “Yan’er!” Qin Bohong shouted in pain.

Qin Boqing also had red eyes and said, "No matter what method you use, you have to give it a try."

The old doctor said: "No, if you have more than ten years of old ginseng, you can still be relieved for a while."

"If you have any, use ginseng and we will give you money."

The old doctor shook his head: "How can I be an old doctor?"

"Third uncle, I'm going to the drug store to buy some." Qin Mingmu came back at some point. He glanced at his cousin on the bed with red eyes, turned around and rushed out again.

The old doctor sighed and said that there was actually no need to spend this money. It was all in vain, and they were exiles. Wouldn't it be more painful to bear this debt?

 It’s just that no one in this family believes in evil, and he doesn’t act like a bad person or say such depressing words.

 What a pity for this child!

The old doctor took the scissors and cut open the clothes on Qin Mingyan's body. He saw that the chest was a mess of blood and flesh, and the chest was a little concave. When he touched it, his heart felt even heavier, and his sternum was broken.

No wonder he vomited so much blood.

If this bone pierces the heart, there will be no cure!

The old doctor sighed, it is really hard for a **** to save him.

 When Qin Bohong saw Qin Mingyan's miserable state, tears rolled down his face and he knelt on the ground.

Qin Boqing punched the wall, causing blood to ooze from his finger bones.

Everyone knows that Qin Mingyan is afraid that he will not be able to pass this level.

Seeing that his breathing was weak, the old doctor could only use silver needles to **** a few acupuncture points and try to ventilate him, but it was of no use.

A gust of wind blew in, and everyone shivered. Is it going to snow today?

The old doctor also felt the sudden chill, covered himself with the cut clothes and sighed.

The small courtyard of the Qin family was surrounded by people, pointing and talking.

 “If I offend Na Laiba, I’m afraid this little brother Qin won’t survive.”

“They were all trampled by horses’ hooves and covered in blood. They can survive unless gods come.”

 “Hey, aren’t there some people that are hard to save even if they are immortal?”

Qin Liuxi just broke into the Qin family courtyard, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

 “Who is that?”

 “Who knows.”

Outsiders didn't know, not even Qin Boqing and others. They were stunned for a moment when they saw this young man rushing in unexpectedly in the cold wind.

"who are you?"

Qin Liuxi did not answer, but shouted in a deep voice at the man standing at the head of Qin Mingyan's bed: "Get out!"

Who else is the bad guy trying to say to you? Just get out of here if you tell me. Don’t I want to lose face?

But when he squinted his eyes and saw Qin Liuxi's face clearly, his ghostly figure blurred: "Get out of here, kid."

 Just get out of here without any ambiguity.

Qin Liuxi then looked at Qin Mingyan on the bed, his expression extremely ugly. It had only been a few months, but he was almost burping.

Qin Boqing and the others were all a little confused. They looked in the direction she was looking at just now. Who should they tell to get out?

Aren't you a lunatic?

Qin Liuxi stepped forward, took off his purse and took out a jade box first. Did this **** think that he had made something good, so he rushed to do this?

She stepped forward, opened the jade box, twisted a rejuvenation pill painfully, and stuffed it into the mouth of this cheap brother. You should be grateful that you were born in a good child and have a reliable mother.

"Who are you? What can you give my son to eat?" Qin Bohong was excited and stepped forward to stop him.

The old doctor also said: "Young people should not take medicine randomly."

Qin Boqing looked at Qin Liuxi's profile and felt a little strange. Looking from the side, he looked a bit like his eldest brother when he was young, as cold and cold.

Qin Liuxi gave this cheap father a cold look: "If you want him to die, just stop him. I don't care. At most, his soul will come out. I will help him to strangle you and take revenge."

 Qin Bohong: “?”

 No, he just asked, what is this little mouth talking about?

Where does this indistinguishable child come from? Do her parents know how to educate her and understand how to respect her elders?

Qin Boqing smelled the medicinal fragrance of the red pill, and took a closer look at Qin Liuxi's eyebrows. An idea flashed in his mind, and he asked tentatively: "Um, are you Xi'er?"

Qin Liuxi glanced at him and didn't reply.

 Qin Bohong was a little confused. What's going on?

Qin Boqing saw that Qin Liuxi didn't reply, but he didn't refute either. He quickly pulled Qin Bohong's hand away and said hurriedly: "Xi'er, look at Yan'er quickly."

Qin Liuxi stuffed the Rejuvenation Pill into Qin Mingyan's mouth, lifted up his clothes, and when he saw the collapsed sternum, his eyes turned cold, bastard.

Qin Bohong looked at Lao San: "What are you doing?"

“Brother, she is Xi Yatou, your eldest daughter!” Qin Boqing was a little excited.

 Qin Bohong: “?”

 Eldest daughter?

He looked at Qin Liuxi blankly, his girl? How does this look like him?

　　No, why did he complain just now that his parents were not well educated? This, the clown is actually me?

I attended a meeting today, from morning to night~ I trembled when I thought about how little time I had for typing.