After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

After the mosquito poisoning, only one family in Xiangjia Village was bitten by mosquitoes. Fortunately, the children were all well hidden, so there was no danger.

Other villages are in dire straits.

When the mosquitoes disappeared, people from other villages screamed and dragged their families to Xiangjia Village to seek medical treatment from Dr. Xiang Ling.

At this time, villagers from other villages surrounded Dr. Xiang Ling's house three floors inside and three floors outside.

Mr. Xiang led the young men in the village to maintain order, and his roaring voice was hoarse. The villagers were still crying and screaming, trying to rush in.

"Show me first, I really can't stand it anymore."

"I'm in so much pain that I want to die. Please, let Dr. Xiang Ling look at me first."

"Don't squeeze. Why squeeze? Everyone who comes here has not been bitten by mosquitoes."

"What are you doing here if you don't bite me? You can't stand it, but I can't stand it either."

"Brother and sister, I call you grandparents, please give in. My child is dying."

"My child's skin is scratched. Please let me go in first."

With the smoke coming from his head, Mr. Xiang asked the young men in the village to separate them with human walls, and asked them to line up and go in to see the doctor one by one.

But this didn't work at all. Everyone wanted to see Dr. Xiang Ling when they came, so they all squeezed in.

After adults are infected, they will not infect others.

But the water and blood on the child will be contagious when it comes into contact with other people, making them itchy and painful.

In this way, those young people in Xiangjia Village who used human beings as a wall were infected by the crowded crowd, scratching and howling with itching.

The team was in chaos all of a sudden. Those who could rush rushed forward, regardless of whether their shoes fell off. They just wanted to reach Doctor Xiang Ling quickly.

Holding the child in his arms, he flushed everything he could. If he couldn't, he cursed and cried.

The scene was a mess and terrible to look at.

Mr. Xiang felt sorry for the young children in his village, so he could only shout for the infected ones to come out, and apply the toilet water reserved on his body on their red and swollen bumps to relieve the itching.

There was a woman holding a child that was almost rotten all over. When she saw this scene, her eyes suddenly lit up.

She quickly rushed to Mr. Xiang, knelt down, and begged in a low voice: "Xiang Lizheng, please, have mercy on my child."

"He really can't stand it anymore. If he continues to be arrested, he will die."

"Please have mercy on him and give him some medicine to apply. I beg you, I will kowtow to you."

The woman did not dare to shout loudly for fear of being heard.

She could only cry and beg in a lowered voice, and knelt down to kowtow to Mr. Xiang.

Mr. Xiang had a cold face, smeared toilet water on his offspring, and then squatted in front of the woman.

Looking at the three or four-year-old child in her arms, she said nothing and applied toilet water on the child's wound.

After the younglings got rid of the itching, they quickly surrounded Mr. Xiang to prevent others from seeing this scene.

Their panicked and frightened eyes looked as if they had just sneaked into the enemy camp, protecting us while guarding against the enemy.

Mr. Xiang was worried that the three Xiang Renzhou brothers would be bitten, so he brought toilet water, but he only brought three bottles in total.

After wiping it on the offspring, I'm afraid it might not be enough for this child whose whole body is scratched to death.

So Mr. Xiang didn't apply it very finely, but spread it roughly.

Although it was roughly wiped away, the child was relieved.

After the itching was relieved, the child stopped crying and trembled twitchingly. He hugged the woman tightly and was very frightened.

Seeing this, the woman kowtowed to Mr. Xiang and thanked him again.

Mr. Xiang waved his hand and told her to leave quickly.

As soon as the woman stood up, she faced the woman who had squeezed her out before and was now squeezed out by others.

The woman held a child about her own age in her arms.

She looked at the child who was no longer crying in the woman's arms and said in shock: "Why doesn't your child stop crying? The red and swollen bumps on his body have disappeared? Who gave you the medicine?"

"Who?"

The woman felt so guilty that she didn't dare to say anything, so she hugged the child and ran away.

But the woman's voice had already attracted the others.

Seeing the woman about to run away, a man quickly struck out, grabbed the woman's arm, and shouted: "Where did you get your medicine?"

The man's arm was bleeding from scratching, and the veins on his forehead were bulging out in pain. His face was grim, and he looked particularly ferocious, as if he was about to eat the child in the woman's arms in the next breath.

The woman struggled and begged: "Let go, let go quickly."

The more he struggled and wanted to run, the tighter the man held on.

Everyone who had eyes to understand the situation rushed towards the woman, asking her who gave her the medicine.

Everyone who comes here has been bitten by mosquitoes. Now that the child in the woman's arms has stopped crying and the redness and swelling have disappeared, that means someone has given her medicine.

Now everyone can't squeeze in. There is an expressway here, and of course they want to grab it.

The woman was surrounded by people, questioning her, and was even more frightened than she was when the red bump on the child's body had not gone away.

I was really afraid that the group of people in front of me would tear me apart.

The woman who first discovered her saw that the woman was biting her lips and making no sound, so she directly applied a handful of it from her own child, and then applied it to the newly healed child.

The blood and water on the child's body are contagious. Once it touches the child, it will become red and swollen, and the child will cry out in pain and itchiness.

The woman who had been biting her lip tightly before making no sound saw this and roared at the woman with red eyes: "You are so unconscionable that you will die a good death. How dare you attack such a young child."

The woman stepped back with the child in her arms and stared at the woman coldly: "We are all mothers, how can you be cruel and watch my child suffer? Where did the medicine come from?"

The woman couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at her: "Is this what you do to a mother? You wasted Doctor Xiang Ling's medicine and caused my son to be infected with mosquito poison again. Are you a mother?"

"You're not, you're a snake-scorpion devil."

But the woman held her chin high and said plausibly: "I'm not the one, you are. You would rather watch my children suffer than tell us where the medicine is. You are the snake and scorpion devil."

When the others saw the child in the woman's arms crying again, they stopped surrounding her.

The man holding the woman's arm also let go of her.

The woman held the crying child in her arms and glanced at Mr. Xiang's cold eyes. She didn't even have the courage to step forward.

She saw with her own eyes that all the toilet water in Mr. Xiang's hand had been used up just now.

Now even if she kowtows to Xiang Lizheng a hundred times, Mr. Xiang will not be able to get out the toilet water, and will drag Mr. Xiang into it.

At that time, everyone gathered around Mr. Xiang to ask for medicine.

What should I do if Mr. Xiang is so angry that he doesn't let Dr. Xiang Ling give his son medicine?

I can't say it, I can't say it.

The woman was really broken. She cried and roared, and wanted to hit the woman, but she was reluctant to put the child down and let him hurt.

When everyone saw her going crazy, they quickly stayed away from her.