Southerners

Chapter 101

"Aju!"

"Aunt Bai!"

When the mouthful of blood spewed out, both Song Zhi and Xiu Niang panicked.

"Ah Zhu, why are you coughing up blood?" Xiu Niang said repeatedly, "No, I have to go and get you a doctor."

After Xiuniang finished speaking, she got up from the ground, held up her skirt and ran.

"Xiuniang!" Song Zhi grabbed her and said quickly, "I'll go, you are not in good health, rest here."

Xiu Niang patted his hand: "Young Master, go and come back quickly!"

Song Zhi nodded, turned around and rushed out.

The two servants quickly followed him: "Sir, slow down!"

Song Zhi didn't care about them.

Bai Azhu was in critical condition, if he didn't get treatment as soon as possible, it might be too late.

When we arrived at the nearest medical center, because of this season, there were more people who were infected with wind and cold, so there were only a few doctors sitting scattered in the medical center, but most of them were new faces, and the few old faces that Song Zhi used to see were gone.

When Song Zhi arrived, there was a person sitting behind Gao Gao's case. Hearing the sound, he lazily raised his head and glanced at Song Zhi: "Scholar, what's the matter?"

He stretched out the word "xiucai" and finished it after turning a few corners, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Song Zhi frowned slightly: "Someone in the family is sick, Dr. Lao will come over."

The doctor glanced at Song Zhi, looked him up and down, it seemed that he was worth the money, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi: "Pulmonary tuberculosis."

"Consumption?" The doctor frowned with gray eyebrows, raised his nose, and sarcastically said, "What's the cure for tuberculosis? Let's prepare for the funeral."

Song Zhi didn't expect that a doctor with a benevolent heart could say such words in such a tone, and she was in a hurry: "What did you say?"

The two servants stood behind Song Zhi as logs. Their duty was to protect and monitor Song Zhi. Anything outside of their duties had nothing to do with them.

The old doctor, who was over [-] years old, was a Mongolian. He heard that he adjusted his posture on the recliner to make himself more comfortable: "Consumption is an incurable disease. Even if the old man goes there, it will not help."

"And it is very easy to get infected when you come into contact with a patient. If you don't want to die, stay away from that sick ghost."

Going forward, Song Zhi would occasionally feel the rejection of him by the Mongols, but until today, he felt that the rejection was so chilling.

"You..." Song Zhi was trembling with anger, she could hardly speak, "You are a doctor...how can you say such a thing?"

"Did he say something wrong?" The other dozing next to him was woken up by Song Zhi, his face was full of disgust and contempt, "Mere Han people, if they die of illness, they will die of illness, such untouchables, suffering from tuberculosis, Is it God who is killing the harm, is it God who let her die, and still waste the medicinal materials?"

"Get out! You're afraid you've met that tuberculosis ghost too. It's bad luck. Don't come to our clinic!"

"Get out!" A handyman raised a chair and came to chase Song Zhi away, as if he was really afraid of being infected, so he didn't even dare to touch Song Zhi.

"Sir, be careful!" The two boys who followed Song Zhi like a log finally worked, pulling Song Zhi to protect her behind, and grabbing the leg of the chair in the hands of the waiter.

One of them frowned and said, "Don't hurt him."

"Who are you?" The guy got angry, "Let go!"

When he pulls once, he can't pull it, and when he pulls it twice, he can't pull it.This is not good.

"You...don't mess around."

Song Zhi: "You..." It's really deceiving!

Song Zhiyuan was familiar with this medical clinic, so she came here.

"Where are the other doctors in your museum? Where are the Confucian doctors?"

Several people looked at Song Zhi contemptuously and contemptuously, as if they were looking at some plague god.

"They cured people and put them in jail."

What?Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, those doctors are very skilled in medicine, how could...

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, knowing that now was not the time to be serious with them, she immediately turned around and ran out to find another one.

However, all medical centers refused to diagnose and treat anyone who heard it was tuberculosis.

Song Zhilian ate a few closed doors, and gradually panicked in her heart.

While it was still light, I hurried back to Xingshun Hutong.

Bai Azhu fell asleep.

It was as peaceful as if there was no breath and no vitality.

Only the faintly rising and falling chest showed that this was still a living person.

"Brother Lan!" Bai Man'er was the first to notice Song Zhi's return. She looked behind Song Zhi, but she didn't see the doctor. She looked at Song Zhi in panic, her big eyes were full of tears, she blinked and said nothing.

"Master, where is the doctor?" Xiu Niang asked.

Song Zhi held Bai Man'er in her arms guiltily: "Sorry, Brother Lang is useless..."

This is not invited.

"Those doctors are unwilling to treat, for fear that they will be infected."

Bai Man'er had expected this result, but was not too surprised.But after all, she had an inexplicable trust in Song Zhi, and disappointment was inevitable.

"It's okay..." Bai Man'er said in a low voice, "Man'er already knew..."

"They won't treat it."

Song Zhi stroked her hair, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Xiu Niang and said, "Xiu Niang, you watch here, I'll go to the Meng Mansion..."

"Master!" Xiu Niang suddenly grabbed his hand, "You can't go, you can't beg him!"

In order to save her last year, Song Zhi took advantage of herself to beg Meng Huan, but this year, in order to save Bai Azhu, what else would she have to do to get Meng Huan's consent?

"You can't go...young master." Xiu Niang said with a sob.

"What?" Bai Man'er's clear voice broke in suddenly.

Xiu Niang shuddered, and suddenly realized that she was paying the price with Bai A'Zhu's life.

Song Zhi smiled wryly: "Xiu Niang...you have seen it too, Man'er cannot live without her mother."

"...I'll ask him, maybe he will agree."

Whether it will happen or not, Song Zhi is not sure.Now, what qualifications does he have to beg Meng Huan?

Song Zhi closed her eyes, turned her head and said, "I want to go back to the Meng Mansion."

This is to say to the servants who follow him.

The servants naturally did not disagree, and the carriage that sent Song Zhi had already gone back, so the servants rented a car and took Song Zhi back to the Meng Mansion.

Go on the same day, return on the same day, when Song Zhi arrived at the Meng Mansion, it was already dark.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he asked Qinuo to inform him that he wanted to see Meng Huan.

But Zeno squinted at him, and said ironically, "Do you think you are still as favored as before?"

"The young master is having dinner with Miss Hanzhu tonight, and they are watching the moon together at this time."

Appreciate the moon?Song Zhi looked up, and the moon just rose from the east. It was hazy, covered with dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain. On such a day, what moon is there to enjoy?

Appreciating the moon is false, appreciating the beauty is true.

Song Zhi had seen Han Zhu before, and knew that she was really a beauty.

"Qinuo," Song Zhi knelt down for him suddenly, her eyes were slightly red, "Please inform me...I want to see the young master."

Zeno hated his appearance the most, he was crying like a man, and waved his hands: "The young master said it, see you!"

After saying that, he patted his ass and left, and he didn't give Song Zhi another glance from the corner of his eye.

Zi Nuo had always hated Song Zhi, so it was normal to act this time.

"Zino, Zeno!..." Song Zhi called repeatedly, but Zeno walked away quickly as if hiding some filth.

How to do?

Song Zhi suddenly felt that it was not without reason that Qino hated him.

He was weak and incompetent, and there was almost nothing he could do except to beg Meng Huan when something happened.

But Meng Huan was also angry with him and left.

No... Aunt Bai can't die, Song Zhi thought, otherwise Man'er would have no relatives.

"Master!" Song Zhi yelled, and ran to Han Zhu's residence while calling Meng Huan.

"Master!"

Song Zhi's disturbance centered around Hanzhu's residence, and the surrounding area started to riot. A large group of maids and servants surrounded Song Zhi, trying to drag Song Zhi away. A bold maid covered Song Zhi's mouth. .

"Mr. Song, stop barking!"

"The young master is with Miss Hanzhu!"

"Ah!...you actually bit me!" The maid screamed, "You are a mere gentleman, how dare you bite me!"

There was a sound of "slap!", and a slap fell hard on Song Zhi's left cheek.

The little girl probably slaps people often on the mouth, but this slap was so severe that Song Zhi's left face immediately swelled up.

"Come here, drag this shameless gentleman away!"

"How dare you hit me... Wait until I tell Miss, don't skin him!"

This person is the big servant girl next to Hanzhu, relying on her master's reputation to rise all boats, she is used to bossing her around these days, and ordinary maids and servants are not afraid to listen to her.

"Yes! Sister Lufu!"

Several servant girls restrained Song Zhi in a hurry, trying to drag him out.

Song Zhi is a big man with a lot of strength, knocking down several servant girls.The scene was chaotic.

All kinds of cursing, crying, and laughing sounded into a ball.

"Who is making noise outside?"

Song Zhi insisted on going back to Xingshun Hutong, but Meng Huan agreed for a moment, but that night was very boring, and it happened that Hanzhu came to him, saying that the baby in her stomach would move.

Hanzhu was conceived in September, and it is now the fifth month. Calculated by time, she can indeed move.

Meng Huan had always been looking forward to this child, so he went to see the child while he was bored.Hanzhu took the opportunity to keep him for dinner, but Meng Huan didn't refuse.

As soon as they came and went, it was completely dark.

Hanzhu is kind and considerate, Meng Huan occasionally talked to her about Song Zhi, she would also enlighten Meng Huan, the two of them were talking, when they heard the commotion outside, Meng Huan got annoyed and walked out of the house Come out and ask a question.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Song Zhi who was pressed to the ground in the chaotic crowd, with disheveled black hair, disheveled clothes, and a high swelling on the left side of his face.

"What are you doing?" Meng Huan's anger came faster than expected, he rushed over a few steps, pulled Song Zhi up from the ground, hugged her in his arms, turned his head and gave the maid beside him a cold look.

The servant girls were so frightened that their faces turned pale, they knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, they didn't expect Meng Huan to care about Song Zhi so much.

"Young master!" Song Zhi grabbed his sleeve, before she could say anything else, she only focused on the key points, "...I have something to ask of you."

Meng Huan frowned and glanced at Song Zhi, knowing that it was related to Bai Man'er without guessing, he didn't agree: "Your face is swollen, I'll take you back to apply the medicine first, and we'll talk about the other things tomorrow."

"No, young master!" Song Zhi struggled out of Meng Huan's arms and knelt in front of him, "My injury is not important... Please... help me, okay?"

His eyes were so sad, pleading, cautious, and full of expectation, but all of this was for others!

...not for him.

Meng Huan's temples bulged, and he lifted Song Zhi up: "You still think it's not enough to be ashamed here, go back!"

He picked up Song Zhi, without turning his head, he strode away, leaving only one sentence.

"Those who do it tonight, go to the cashier's office early tomorrow morning to receive the monthly payment, and take everything from the deed of sale. Get out."