Lin Keer took out four silver notes, one hundred and three ten taels, and a few pieces of broken silver, and handed them to Nanny Wu: "The deeds of these official slaves must be registered with the government. "
Aunt Wu smiled and took the banknote and said: "Don't worry, young master, the deeds of these official slaves have been registered with the government office. We are an official office, and Lao Shen will present the deeds of these people to the master in a moment. After stamping the public seal and the private seal of the young master, the sales contract is completed. Young Master, wait a moment, Lao Shen will go and get the body deed for the Young Master."
Lin Keer nodded and looked at Xiao Quanzi and the two brothers: "What are your names?"
Xiao Fuzi arrived: "Back to the young master, the younger one is my elder brother: Deng Quansheng. This is my brother Deng Fusheng, and my sister's name is Deng Xiaomi."
"Well, I'll call a car in a minute. You go and lift your sister out and put her in the car. I have a way to save your sister and won't let her die."
The two brothers looked at Lin Ke'er gratefully, knelt down and kowtowed three times to Lin Ke'er: "Thank you, Master."
Lin Keer looked at the others and asked, "Are there any loyal servants of yours here?"
The two brothers shook their heads at the same time and cried a little: Xiao Fuzi arrived: "Many of them were sold on the road. Only Uncle De, the wet nurse, and their little granddaughter are left."
Lin Ke'er felt relieved, and turned back to look at Li Cuizhu, who stood silently behind her the whole time without saying a word: "A Cui went outside to find a mule cart."
"Yes, sir."
Manager Wei came over with a smile: "Young Master, I will see you off in a moment. If you have time to see Zhuangzi, just send someone to the Yamen office to inform me."
Lin Keer has been spending a lot of money recently, and she feels heartbroken every time she spends a sum of money. There is a free car, and she is not pretentious: "Then Lao Wei will take care of it."
After a while, Grandma Wu came back with a dozen body deeds in her hand, followed by two women carrying a wooden board. On the wooden board lay an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.
The girl was very delicate. Her forehead was bandaged with a white cloth, which was black and mixed with bright red blood. The blood had stained the white cloth.
The old woman had already rushed to Xiaomi's side, wiping her tears. Xiao Quanzi's two brothers also knelt down beside Xiaomi and wiped their tears.
Lin Ke'er stepped forward to check and found out that it was plant ash, which is commonly used to stop bleeding in the countryside. She sighed helplessly, took out an embroidery needle and a fire stick, and stuck a few needles on Xiaomi's head in the same manner. The blood hole on her head seemed to stop bleeding. Lin Keer did not deal with it further.
Instead, he turned back to look at Manager Wei: "Excuse me, Manager Wei. Her life is at stake. I have to take her to the hospital first. Cuizhu, please take the body deed and take her back to the house to settle down."
Li Cuizhu responded: "Yes, Master."
Manager Wei nodded and quickly drove a relatively spacious carriage and carried the person up. Lin Keer also got on the carriage and looked at the old woman and the two brothers Xiao Quanzi: "Don't worry, go back with Atui. Wait."
The three of them looked at Lin Keer gratefully and nodded their thanks. Manager Wei acted as a coachman and sent the two of them to Linji Medicine Hall.
Lin Boqian and his eldest son Lin Shuyuan had just returned from outside when they met Lin Keer carrying someone into the hospital. Lin Boqian left his son and walked quickly into the hospital.
Lin Shuyuan had just returned from a medical visit, and he didn't feel any difference in his heart. His father and grandfather were more enthusiastic about patients than his own son, and he was used to it.
Then he followed into the hospital. When the little medicine boy saw Lin Shuyuan coming back, he said with a smile: "Doctor Lin is back. Many injured people came today. How busy is the medicine hall? First, Mr. Lin just sent two injured people, and then Detective Lin Come and ask the shopkeeper to go to the Yamen for medical treatment. After a while, the Minghui Escort Bureau also sent over a few injured people, and Mr. Lin just brought in a girl."
Lin Shuyuan was confused by the little drug boy saying, "Master Lin, Agent Lin, Escort Bureau". But being a smart man, he sorted out his thoughts and was just curious about who Mr. Lin the little medicine boy was talking about? Asked: "Are you talking about the young master who came in with the injury just now? His surname is Lin, and he is a relative of mine?"
The little medicine boy nodded: "Yes, I heard the big shopkeeper call those humanities brothers, Brother An, and an old man. The big shopkeeper calls him uncle or something like that."
Lin Shuyuan was frightened, and regardless of the little medicine boy's rants, he ran to the back hall with the medicine box. As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw his father carrying something into the patient's room. He quickly took a few steps to follow.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw the young master holding tweezers and using cotton balls to clean the patient's wound. There were many embroidery needles stuck around the patient's wound. The wound was large, but no blood was leaking out. Then I saw my father holding a clip, picked up a cotton ball, and dipped it in some water? Wiping a needle, and then threading the needle, he held his breath and approached cautiously.
Watching his father clumsily handing the clip to the young master, the young master took the clip and picked up the needle and thread. His father was holding the oil lamp and stared intently at the movements of the young master's hand. He saw the young master holding the needle and thread. , sewing and mending on people’s foreheads. The inch-long wound was stitched together with black thread. It looked a little ugly, but it was completely stitched together.
Lin Keer pulled out the needle and bandaged the patient before sighing: "Today is such an eventful day!"
Lin Boqian also arrived: "No, A Tao just came to my medicine hall to invite me to bandage those bandits. He said he couldn't let those bandits die. After you left, the wounded from Minghui Escort also crowded in. Our medicine hall has exhausted my old bones today."
Lin Keer rolled her eyes: "It just so happened that someone sent it to you to practice for free and save money on buying meat."
Lin Boqian didn't mind Lin Ke'er calling him, hehehezhile: "What my niece said is that if your seventh uncle was here, he would definitely sew those people up."
Lin Keer thought: If you say this about your father, does your father know?
"Dad, who is this?"
Lin Boqian was so focused that his hands shook in shock at Lin Shuyuan's words, and he almost knocked over a bottle of alcohol: "You brat, you walked silently, and I almost knocked over this bottle of alcohol. Do you know how valuable this is?"
"Dad, I've been here for a long time, and I'm just afraid of disturbing you."
Lin Ke'er smiled. She had long noticed that this cousin was behind her, and turned to look at Lin Shuyuan: "Cousin Yuan, I am Ke'er. How many days have you not seen me, but cousin Yuan still doesn't recognize me?"
Although Lin Shuyuan was a little shocked when he heard this, what shocked him even more was Lin Keer's amazing suturing technique. He had mentioned this suturing technique a few days ago when his grandfather came to ask them to make tools. At that time, he was still half-convinced, but he didn't expect it. It was a pleasure for him to meet him today.
"Ke'er, what about that? You sewed people's skin and flesh together, and it looks like there's no bleeding. Is that so the wound heals faster and the chance of survival is higher? And is that embroidery needle used to stop bleeding? ?."
Lin Ke'er admired this cousin very much. This cousin was only three years older than her eldest brother. He worked as a primary school doctor. He followed his seventh uncle on medical visits at the age of ten. At the age of fifteen, he was already on his own, and his medical skills were even better than Uncle Qian's. Yes, everyone calls him Dr. Lin.
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