The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Mr. Mo said: "Steward Cao, drive Feng Gou to the street." If he followed his ruthless methods in the past, he would definitely have someone dig a hole and bury Feng Gou alive. But now there is no one available, so he can only Let this Feng Gou fend for himself on the street.

Mrs. Song said: "No, this person is still useful."

Master Mo said: "What's the use?"

Master Mo thought that the Song family wanted to keep Feng Gou to vent his anger on Mo Haitao. He really hoped that Mo Haitao would stand up and beat Feng Gou with a whip in his hand like he did a few days ago.

"Leave this dog slave to test Hai Tao's medicine."

Mr. Mo nodded and said, "Madam is still a good strategist."

What kind of strategy is this? It's nothing more than bad. It's really a disservice to people who have gone to this level and still want to make the best use of everything.

According to their request, Butler Cao actually invited one of two kinds. As soon as the doctor entered the courtyard, he was startled by Feng Gou who yelled, "Is this?"

Butler Cao said: "Sir, don't be afraid, this is a servant in our house who has a strange disease."

The doctor said: "Are you going to treat him?"

The housekeeper said: "He does not need medical treatment. The doctor is our second young master."

After hearing this, the doctor felt vaguely in his heart that the Mo family was not a serious family. Everyone was so sick that they were no longer human. Why were they still locked up with such thick iron shackles? The humanity of the Mo family had been completely wiped out. What a situation.

As soon as he entered the house, an unpleasant smell hit his nostrils. It was the smell of rotting meat, and it had an eerie and damp feeling. The doctor guessed something.

When he saw the man lying on the bed, the doctor's heart was still tight. This man had the same strange disease as the servant in the yard. He seemed to be much worse than the man in the yard, and he was no longer alive.

The doctor stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pry open Mo Haitao's eyes, took a look, then shook his head and said, "This man has no way to save himself."

Mrs. Song quit after hearing this, "You haven't even felt the pulse yet, but you're saying this person is in trouble. Do you still have medical ethics?"

The doctor said: "I have never seen this kind of disease, but judging from his blurred eyes and the degree of ulceration on his skin, this person is probably hopeless."

The doctor can still tell at a glance that a person is about to die.

Mrs. Song looked fierce, as if she wanted to eat someone: "Quack doctor, my son was able to walk a few days ago. If you say he can't be saved, then he can't be saved. I think you are just a charlatan with no real talent or knowledge."

The doctor put the two taels of medical fees he received before going out on the table, and then said: "I am not talented and can't save your son. Please hire someone else."

"What a waste of time you have to come here if you don't have any skills, get out of here, get out of here quickly..."

In this way, the first doctor invited was driven away, and then the second doctor was driven away, the third doctor was driven away, the fourth, the fifth, and who knows how many more.

After all the famous doctors in Bianjing were invited, Butler Cao said: "Madam, the ones you are driving away are all the famous doctors in Bianjing..."

"I don't believe that no one can cure my son's disease. You should hurry up and find a famous doctor for Hai Tao."

"Yes."

That day, Butler Cao invited another doctor. When he saw Mo Haitao's illness, he said, "Is this ringworm?"

When Mrs. Song heard this, she cried with joy, "The doctor can recognize this disease."

The doctor said: "I recognize you."

Mr. Mo said: "The doctor has seen this disease before."

The doctor said: "My Da Huang suffered from this kind of ringworm, and I cured it."

"Really?"

"It's not true. My rhubarb is so active every day that it can catch up with the rabbits on the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Master Mo and Mrs. Song both knelt down in front of the doctor, "Please save my son, doctor, for any amount of money." After saying this, Mrs. Song took out the money and stuffed it into the doctor's hand."

The doctor didn't shirk at all and just put it in his pocket.

Then the prescription was prescribed without even feeling the pulse, "This prescription is for decoction, this prescription is for applying to the affected area, this prescription is for taking a bath, and the most important thing is the third prescription."

Mr. Mo said: "I know how to use the first two recipes, but I would like to ask sir to explain this third recipe."

At this time, Mrs. Song stuffed another ingot of silver into the doctor's hand.

The doctor said: "I will help you go to the bar myself."

"Then there's Mr. Lao."

The doctor stuffed the money into his pocket and began to order the people here: "You go into the yard and set up a pot, put the herbs I boiled into the pot, then take off your son's clothes and put them into the pot."

Mrs. Song had an idea, "There is a servant in my family who has a problem with my son. Can I give him some bubbles first?"

The doctor looked slightly displeased, "Mrs. Mo doesn't trust me, right?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Song had no choice but to give him another ingot of silver. This time the doctor had nothing to say.

Soon a big pot was set up in the yard. Feng Gou, who was stripped of his clothes and put into the pot, actually felt uncomfortable at all because there were many ulcers on his body and there were many wounds from Mo Haitao's whip. He felt like he was going to die when soaked in water.

However, he knew that Master Mo and Mrs. Song were going to use him to test Mo Haitao's medicine, so he acted very comfortable. He gritted his teeth and sat in the pot and said with a smile: "Master and Madam, I know you won't see it. It was so comfortable that I was desperate. Now I have endless strength all over my body, my skin is no longer itchy, and my flesh is no longer painful. I feel like all my strange illnesses have been cured by this pot of water. "

The doctor said very proudly: "Let me tell you, my prescription is very effective."

The doctor said to Feng Gou in the pot: "If you soak it in the pot for another hour, the ringworm on your body will definitely be cured."

Feng Gou smiled and said, "Thank you so much, doctor, for saving my life."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she immediately asked Butler Cao to put out the fire at the bottom of the pot, drive Feng Gou out, and then change the water to give Mo Haitao a medicinal bath.

At this time, Feng Gou secretly put on his clothes that looked like rags on the ground. He found the right opportunity and sneaked away quietly while everyone was still busy. No one in the yard noticed. When the guardian saw Feng Gou, it was as if he hadn't seen him, because this man could leave the courtyard without Mo Haiyao's special instructions.

Everyone carried Mo Haitao, who had no intuition, into the pot, and then started to light a fire under the pot to heat it.

Looking at Mo Hai, Tao Song, who had not groaned or struggled, he felt excited. It seemed that this method was good, and his son looked very comfortable.

As the temperature of the water in the pot increased, Mo Haitao's rotten flesh mixed with herbs gave off a strange smell. The nursing staff guarding the door turned their backs because of this, wanting to avoid the smell. Unpleasant smell.

Butler Cao looked at the rising heat in the pot and said, "Should we stop the fire? Is the water too hot?"