Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Mu Yuan woke up and Wang Ruonan was protecting the two of them.

Wang Yu knelt in the center of the formation holding the baby girl in despair.

When Soul rushed in, there was a huge crowd in front of him.

Bei Yi stood aside: "Master, what are these people doing?"

Han Ziyu was a head taller than him and looked forward: "See a doctor."

"so many people?"

"Ah."

There was a bustling crowd in front of Wang's Medical Center, and Wang Yu was sitting in the hall treating them and prescribing medicine.

There are also some young women who come from surrounding towns to see the face of Mr. Wang.

The elderly, the weak, the sick and children all praised Bodhisattva Wang Yu for his kindness because he could receive free treatment.

The boy next to Wang Yu said: "Sir, it's time to close the hall, the sun has already set."

Wang Yu looked at several elderly people outside: "Let's finish reading these."

The old woman walked in and coughed non-stop, coughing up a hand full of blood: "Young Master, is my illness incurable?"

Wang Yu took his pulse, wrote down a note and handed it to the boy: "Go and get some medicine."

"Mother-in-law, your illness can still be cured."

The mother-in-law was tired: "Hey, some treatments can't be cured."

She took out some copper coins from her arms and said, "Young Master, here are these for you. Can you help me get some medicine to treat typhoid fever? My grandson is sick and has been ill for several days. I can't die even with my old bones." Dragging the child's illness without treatment."

The boy grabbed the medicine and delivered it to the old woman.

Wang Yu said: "Mother-in-law, there is no charge for this medicine. Can you take me to see the child?"

The old woman was about to kneel down. Wang Yu stood up and held her back: "Mother-in-law can't do anything. Doctors are parents, and I can't bear to see everyone suffering."

The old woman wiped her tears and said gratefully: "Tongwu Town is really lucky to have a son. He is really kind-hearted and Bodhisattva-hearted."

Wang Yu followed the old woman to a thatched house to treat her poor little grandson.

He used silver needles to release the coldness accumulated in his lungs, and then sent his servant to buy some charcoal nearby.

"Mother-in-law, use some charcoal fire this winter, and remember to take your medicine on time."

Wang Yu put on his cloak and rode away. The servant also got on a horse and followed Wang Yu.

"Sir, you are like this every day, who will remember your good deeds, and you are tired and sick of tuberculosis? It is really not worth it."

Wang Yu stopped his horse and said: "Xuan Hu helps the world without asking for anything in return. As long as everyone in the world is healthy and does not suffer from illness, I will be relieved."

The boy has never seen such a stupid person.

He heard a woman's voice calling for help in the distance, and Xiaoli rode on horseback to block Wang Yu's front: "Young Master."

Wang Yu walked around him and headed forward. Looking at the beaten and bruised woman in front of the restaurant, he hurriedly dismounted.

The woman wailed: "Don't hit me, please, don't hit me, give me something to stutter."

"Please, I'm so hungry and cold."

The man's insults sounded again and again: "Little beggar, get out of here, don't block the door and delay my business."

Wang Yu stepped forward and knelt down: "Girl, let's have some biscuits."

……

Bei Yi stood far to one side: "Master, how did they meet like this? How did Hong Ling, with her status, marry Wang Yu?"

"Don't talk, or you'll disturb them."

Bei Yi curled his lips: "Oh."

……

Hong Ling followed Wang Yu into the palace and became his personal servant.

Wang Yu is gentle and elegant, and he is extremely gentle towards his servants.

"Sir, your poems are so beautiful."

"Are you literate?" Wang Yu looked at the woman standing on one side.

"Well, I learned some when I was young."

"What's your name?"

"nameless."

"nameless?"

"Well, the slave was sold into a music studio when he was a child. He only has a stage name, which is not nice."

Wang Yu wrote a line on the paper: "It's fluttering, so pleasing and beautiful."

The woman's face turned red after hearing this.

"The breeze is blowing in the willows, the rain is drifting the old leaves, I look back and smile, and the red damask is dancing. Let me call you Hong Ling." Wang Yu wrote a few lines.

"Hong Ling? That sounds nice. Hong Ling thanked the young master for the name."

Perhaps from that day on, or perhaps earlier, Hong Ling fell in love with this Qian Qian Young Master.

All the maids in the palace wanted to be the prince's personal maids, and they all paid a lot for it, but unexpectedly, they were snatched away by a beggar.

The maids in the palace were all jealous and crazy. They bullied Hong Ling for not knowing the world and made her do some tiring and dirty work at every turn.

"Son."

"Son."

Wang Yu just came back from the medical clinic and looked around for Hong Ling: "Have you seen Hong Ling?"

"Never seen it."

Several maids shook their heads.

Wang Yu searched around and found Hong Ling in the backyard who was cleaning the toilet bowl.

He stepped forward and took Hong Ling's hand: "Who asked you to do it?"

Hong Ling was shocked: "No, no one, yes, I did it myself."

"You are my personal maid, why do you need to do these menial tasks?" He angrily took Hong Ling's hand and walked towards the front yard.

Standing in front of all the maids, Wang Yu shouted: "Who gave the order?"

A coquettishly dressed maid took stock of her beauty and stepped forward: "Master, this is my order."

Wang Yu said: "Because I have been in the government for a long time, I will boss others around. I will punish you by brushing the Gongtong for a week."

The woman froze on the spot, she couldn't believe that the young master would treat her like this.

The others were also stunned. The young master has always been very gentle, how could he be so angry with everyone today because of a maid.

Hong Ling followed Wang Yu: "Master, it's Hong Ling's fault that I made you worry about this."

Wang Yu turned around and handed Hong Ling a red headband: "It matches your name very well."

Hong Ling took it blankly: "Thank you, thank you sir."

After a while, Wang Yu's tuberculosis became more serious and he was bedridden all day long.

The doctors outside were invited, but they all shook their heads: "Young Master's disease is extremely contagious. Please keep me away from you, Master and Madam. I'm not a good doctor, so I'd like you to hire someone who is skilled."

Mrs. Wang almost fell down while holding on to the table: "What did you say?"

Mr. Wang supported his wife: "Don't get excited."

"It's best to prepare a room to isolate the young master." The doctor said goodbye to the palace and left.

As a doctor, Wang Yu also knew that his life was short.

Mrs. Wang selected maids in the hospital to serve Wang Yu, but all the servants lowered their heads and did not answer when they heard that tuberculosis was infected.

Only Hong Ling stood up: "Madam, I am willing to take care of the young master."

Mrs. Wang stood up and took off the jade bracelet on her hand: "Your name is Hong Ling, right?"

"Yes."

"Come on, come on."

Hong Ling stepped forward.

Mrs. Wang handed the bracelet to Hong Ling: "Take it, this is given to your daughter-in-law by the Wang family. I will give it to you today. If Yu'er is good, I will let Yu'er take you as my concubine."

Hong Ling fell to her knees on the ground: "Hong Ling only wants to repay the Master for saving his life, and has no other intentions. I hope Madam will take it back."