I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Chapter 122: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 122

The last time the film was sent back to the Northwest, after it was developed, the contents inside made everyone grit their teeth.

The photos were then sent to the current presidential palace, but there has been no result so far.

On the contrary, I heard that the two sides reached several cooperation agreements privately.

This is more infuriating than seeing the film.

So when "Starlight" proposed this plan, he agreed almost without hesitation.

And did not report to superiors.

He would never forget looking at a photo of a child whose blood had been drained on one of the rolls of film.

The birthmark on the three-year-old child's arm was so familiar, but his skinny little arm was so strange.

Since the source of the disease comes from these beasts and is the product of those people's creation, let their country's army also feel the power of bacteria.

Old Ma sat in the dark room and stretched out his stiff hands. Although he couldn't see, his eyes were still in the direction of his hands.

Finally, he let out a low sigh, not knowing whether what he had done was right or wrong.

At dawn the next day, the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, finally came out. The dazzling sun, with the temperature of early summer, quickly dried up the moisture on the gridded roads in the alleys.

Wei Miao yawned as she entered Wei Ling's room. Perhaps because the weather was hot, the little girl's arms were exposed and her face was not as pale as yesterday.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Wei Ling's first words after waking up.

Wei Miao placed a large bowl of water in front of her and said, "If you are still hungry after drinking it, you can have a bowl of porridge."

Wei Ling looked at the water in front of her. Although it was more sweet than salty, anyone would get tired of it if they drank it all day long.

But looking at her brother's unquestionable eyes, she picked up the bowl and started drinking.

Wei Miao gave Wei Ran and Wei Ling the second injection.

Half an hour after they had eaten, Wei Ada watched them finish a bowl of Coptis chinensis soup.

She observed for a long time and finally felt relieved.

"Dad, please take good care of A'ran. If he still has diarrhea, be sure to tell me."

A smile appeared on Wei Ada's tired face. Although he didn't know what kind of injection his daughter gave to the two children, it was indeed effective.

He rubbed his hands and wanted to say something to Wei Miao, but just as he opened his mouth, someone knocked on the gate.

Wei Miao heard the hurried knocks on the door and stood at the door and asked, "Who?"

"It's me." Lu Pingsheng's voice came out.

Wei Miao didn't open the door. "Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

Lu Pingsheng said: "Ah Miao, go to my house, Dr. Ding is calling."

Wei Miao's mind worked hard and his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Lu, wait for me, I'll disinfect."

Wei Miao spent ten minutes washing herself from head to toe with sulfur soap, changed into clean clothes, and opened the door with her short hair dripping.

But he saw Lu Pingsheng standing at the door smoking with a very serious expression.

Wei Miao closed the door, isolating Wei Ada's worried gaze behind him.

She looked towards the alley. In the past, this time of day was when the alley was the noisiest.

As the steam lingers at the wonton stall in Xiao Jiangsu, neighbors will chat about the latest news.

Grandma Cui's scallion pancakes sizzle in the pan, and the aroma attracts people outside the alley to come in and buy one to satisfy their cravings.

Mrs. Dong would even lean against the door of her own barber shop, looking at the people passing by with raised eyebrows.

If a man at the wonton stall teased her, she would roll her eyes and call him a "little jerk."

Occasionally, a few students from the alley would go to school in groups, and Patrolman Xiao Wu would wear his majestic patrol uniform and respond to the neighbors' greetings one by one.

Today, the sun is warm and the weather is fine, but there is only a newly built red brick wall blocking everyone's hearts, making it impossible for them to see any hope.

After they entered the house, Lu Pingsheng said, "Ah Miao, something happened at my uncle's house."

Wei Miao's heart skipped a beat, "Is it Duoyu?"

Lu Pingsheng sat on the sofa, took a deep breath and said:

"Duoyu was in the same situation as A'ran and the others. After Dr. Ding finished his work with Huihui, he went to her home to deliver medicine and told her how to treat it. She survived."

"Is it the little boy?"

Because the child was born in old age, Uncle Xu felt that the child's name should be chosen carefully and it would be best to wait until the child was a hundred days old before naming him.

So everyone has been calling this baby who was born not long ago "little boy".

"Well, he didn't make it." Lu Pingsheng said in a low voice.

Wei Miao didn't know what to feel.

She had only seen the baby on his full-month day, and since then she had been busy with the sulfa issue.

Logically, she shouldn't be very sad when she suddenly heard the news of his death.

But this baby was the first newborn cub she had seen up close since she came into this world.

He was weak and ignorant, fragile and ignorant, but he was a life, a life related to her by blood.

"Is it also because of cholera?" Wei Miao asked.

Lu Pingsheng nodded. "According to Doctor Ding, he started to have vomiting and diarrhea last night. The child was too young to be fed water, milk, or medicine... He was gone at daybreak."

Neither of them spoke.

Only the chirping of a magpie which appeared from nowhere on the osmanthus tree made the scene very lively.

"Dingling bell~"

The shrill sound of the phone broke the silence in the room.

Lupin got up and went to the study, picked up the phone, and after a while he said, "Thank you very much."

The person on the other end of the phone said with a hint of flattery:

"Mr. Lu, you're welcome. If you have antiques to sell, please give priority to my family."

Lu Pingsheng said "sure" and hung up the phone.

"Brother Lu, Lingmei and Ran should be fine after one more injection. Then I'll go to the secret room and turn the remaining dye into sulfa powder."

Lu Pingsheng looked at the little girl's calm face, wondering what she was thinking.

"Ah Miao, among the supplies we collected yesterday, what are the Chinese medicines used for?"

Wei Miao thought about it and said, "I read in an ancient medical book that if there is evil energy in the stomach, abdominal pain, and vomiting, it can be treated with Huanglian Decoction."

"Berberine?" Lu Pingsheng asked, with a hint of surprise at the end of his voice.

From what he could remember, the main ingredient of berberine was extracted from Coptis chinensis.

It can indeed be used to treat cholera.

"A Miao, I think..." He looked up at Wei Miao.

Wei Miao also looked at him, and it was obvious that they were thinking the same thing.

Then the alley, which had been dead silent due to the scorching sun, began to become noisy.

The kitchen in Lu Pingsheng's house, which had not been used for many years, was put to good use.

A strong smell of medicine wafted out from his house, covering the entire alley.

If it were in the past, Wei Miao would definitely not do this.

For her, the life and death of others is something she can accept calmly as long as there is no cause and effect.

After all, she believed that all things are born to die, especially humans, who know from birth that their end is death.

Sooner or later makes no difference.

But when she thought of the little baby with a pair of clean and clear eyes, who had not yet really seen the world clearly.

The indifference in her heart faded a little, and a hint of warmth appeared.

And this passion may be something unique to human beings.

In the past, Lu Pingsheng was filled with righteous indignation and said, "If we stand idly by today, no one will speak up for me when disaster strikes us in the future."

Although Wei Miao did not object, he never agreed.

When disaster strikes, how can you expect others to help you? Isn't it enough to be strong enough?

If you are not strong enough, then what is there to complain about the survival of the fittest?

Now she suddenly understood this sentence clearly.

Human beings are actually different from other races. They need a sense of identity. Living is not just about waiting for death, but is a meaningful thing.

Life is to be respected and feared.

Thinking of this, Wei Miao felt as if something in his sea of ​​consciousness was broken.

The stinging pain disappeared in a moment and did not arouse her vigilance.