Opening a Tavern in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 142 I have a fever but no money to buy medicine, please be kind

After crushing the spices, everyone happily prepared to go to the market in Chang'an to buy pork.

Xiaoyu went back to the house to get her purse, gave Yuyu and Li Hao some instructions, and then set off with Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaidao.

Along the way, everyone talked and laughed, discussing what kind of pork to buy.

Cheng Chumo looked at the bustling scene on the street and said to Xiaoyu with a smile, "Xiaoyu, there are a lot of people at the market today. We have to choose carefully." Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.

When they arrived at the market and were walking towards the stall selling pork, they found a group of people gathered in front of them.

There were bursts of noise coming from the crowd, as well as the faint cries of children.

Yuyu pulled Xiaoyu's clothes curiously: "Mom, what's going on over there? There are so many people. Let's go and take a look."

Xiaoyu was also a little curious, so she led everyone over.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a woman about thirty years old, with a haggard face, tattered clothes, and a child in her arms.

The child's face was flushed red, his eyes were tightly closed, and he twitched from time to time, with faint cries coming from his mouth.

The woman's face was covered in tears, her eyes filled with despair. She cried to those around her, "Kindhearted people, please save my child. He suddenly has a high fever, I have no money to buy medicine, and the doctor won't see him."

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The woman ran all the way to the clinic holding the child. Her hair was disheveled in the wind and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"Doctor, doctor, save my child!" she shouted as she entered the clinic.

A doctor came over, frowned, looked at the child, then looked at the woman: "Your child is seriously ill, you need to give him medicine immediately."

Upon hearing this, the woman knelt down in front of the doctor and said, "Doctor, please save the child first. I don't have any money now, but I will definitely pay you back."

The doctor looked embarrassed and said, "This clinic has its own rules. Medicinal materials are purchased with money. I can't prescribe medicine for you for free."

The woman cried and begged, "Doctor, I really have no other choice. The child's father died in the war, and it's just the two of us left. Please be kind."

The patients and pharmacists around all looked over here, with sympathy but also helplessness in their eyes.

The doctor shook his head and said, "I sympathize with you, but if I set this precedent, this clinic will not be able to operate." As he said that, he turned and left.

The woman desperately hugged the doctor's legs and said, "Doctor, I kowtow to you. You can't just stand by and watch me die!"

The child cried weakly in her arms, as if begging.

The doctor was a little moved, but he still steeled his heart: "Get up quickly, don't delay me from seeing other patients. If you don't have money, find a way, don't make a fuss here."

The woman was pulled away by the medicine boy, her eyes filled with despair: "How can you be so cruel? This is a human life!"

But no matter how she cried and shouted, she was still kicked out of the clinic.

She stood at the door of the clinic, looking inside, tears streaming down her face, the sound of a child crying echoing in her ears.

She held the child tightly, not knowing where to go. The little figure looked extremely desolate at the door of the clinic. The bustling market around her formed a sharp contrast with her despair at the moment.

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Her voice had become hoarse from crying for so long, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of her throat with difficulty.

The child in her arms had his eyes closed, his little face as red as a ripe apple, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, soaking the child's sparse hair.

The child's lips were cracked and he occasionally let out a faint moan, which was like a blunt knife, cutting the woman's heart again and again.

The woman held the child tightly, as if the child would disappear if she let go.

"My poor child, your father passed away early, leaving us an orphan and a widow. Mother can't live without you." The woman cried and gently stroked the child's face with trembling hands, the fear and helplessness in her eyes becoming more and more intense.

"Last night, my child suddenly had a high fever. I wanted to take him to see a doctor, but we were completely broke. I sold everything I could, but still couldn't raise enough money for the medicine."

The people around her listened to her sobbing, their faces filled with pity. An old woman came forward, tears in her eyes, and said, "What a sin! This child is so young, how could she suffer such a hardship?"

She took out a few copper coins from her pocket and handed them to the woman: "I don't have much, please use it to buy some medicine for the child."

The woman looked at the copper coins and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Thank you, thank you." But this amount of money was just a drop in the bucket for the child's illness.

A young daughter-in-law also said with tears in her eyes: "This doctor is too cruel. He watched the patient die without saving him."

An uncle next to him shook his head helplessly: "This is not the doctor's fault. He has to make a living and spend money on medicinal materials. He can't keep doing business at a loss."

When the woman heard this, she cried even more desperately: "I know I'm useless, but the child can't wait. What should I do?"

She held her child in her arms and begged in the crowd, not sparing anyone who passed by: "Please, save my child. Even if it's just to lend me some money, I will work like a slave and pay you back."

Her eyes were full of anticipation, hoping to see a glimmer of hope on the faces of these strangers.

However, most people can only sigh helplessly. Their own lives are not well-off, and faced with such a situation, they are really powerless.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu frowned and hurried forward, asking softly, "Sister, don't worry. We can't let the child burn like this. Where's your husband?"

When the woman heard Xiaoyu's question, she cried even harder: "My husband died in the war last year, leaving us an orphan and a widow. Now that the child is so sick, I really can't do anything."

Yuyu's eyes also turned red, and she pulled Xiaoyu's arm: "Mom, let's help them."

Li Hao also nodded beside him: "Mom, this child is so pitiful."

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaidao looked at each other and saw pity in each other's eyes.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a gray-haired old man sighed and said, "This child is so pitiful. In this chaotic war, a child without a father is like a grass without roots."

A young woman nearby echoed the sentiment: "Yes, it's so heartbreaking for a mother like me, but we're not well off either, so we can't do anything about it."

A man who looked like a scholar frowned and said, "The imperial court recruits soldiers every year, and countless families are torn apart. It's really sad that this child is sick but has no money to treat him."

At this time, a burly man said in a muffled voice: "There are so many people coming and going in this market every day. Isn't there a way to help them?"

Another voice came from the crowd: "Times are tough these days, and everyone is busy taking care of themselves... Alas."