Lazily took care of her, turning his head just to see Doctor Lu squeezing in from the crowd with the medicine box on his back. He was obviously running all the way, sweating profusely.
"You can count it, hurry, hurry, show Zhao Lan, this hand seems to be swollen bigger than yesterday."
Doctor Lu gasped and said, "I just came from Lao Hu's house, and Lao Hu's hand was also broken. I put medicine on him, which only took some time."
Hu Feng originally wanted to go back and have a look. Hearing what Doctor Lu said, he turned around and continued to stand beside Bai Zhi. Although he can't do much now, it's better to be here than not.
The old lady Bai on the side rushed to the front of Doctor Lu and yelled: "Let's show my Dazhu first. This bitch Zhao Lan has a very hard life and can't die. My Dazhu hurts much more than her."
Doctor Lu frowned, glanced at Bai Dazhu, and said in a bad mood: "Anyone with eyes can tell who is more hurt? Your old lady is too wicked to speak."
Mrs. Bai was already distressed for silver. Doctor Lu would scold her for being wicked. She immediately became angry and shouted: "Why are you still scolding? You are also worthy of being a doctor? Go away, we don't need you to cure it. "
When Liu heard this, he was very frightened. He quickly let go of her husband's arm and rushed forward and said, "Mother, what are you talking about? Da Zhu is injured like this. If he is not cured, he will become disabled. ?"
Old lady Bai naturally didn't want her son to become disabled, but how much would it cost for this treatment? Yesterday, Zhao Lan bandaged one hand for two taels of silver. Today, Dazhu is two hands, so it will cost four taels of silver for anything. How long will she have to save
Old lady Bai glanced at Hu Feng, and she had an idea in her heart, and she hurriedly cried to the li chief: "Li zhu, you have also seen it, my Dazhu was injured by Hu Feng. Now Dazhu is going to be healed. The money has to come out of the wind, you have to call the shots for us."
The officer looked sideways at Hu Feng: "You hurt Bai Dazhu?"
Hu Feng nodded, his expression indifferent: "It was I who beat him. He injured my dad first. I just retaliated. My dad didn't ask them for money for the treatment of the injury. It happened to be even, and he didn't owe each other."
The chief smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He sullenly looked at the old lady Bai: "Hu Changlin was injured by your Bai family?"
Granny Bai gritted her teeth and shook her head simply: "No, we didn't beat Hu Changlin, he hurt himself."
At this time, a villager who had witnessed the whole process yelled: "Old lady, you can speak with your conscience. We big guys can see the truth at that time. It's obviously your big pillar who beat the old man. Wounded, why don't you recognize it now?"
Old lady Bai pointed at the man angrily and yelled, "You kill a thousand knives, our Bai family's business is your ass? Want you to fart here? Get out of here, get out of me."
The chief said with a sullen face: "So many people have seen you hurt someone, how dare you deny it?"
Old lady Bai's face was red and white. Now the red is blue, and the blue is purple. It's not to mention it. She raised her neck and said: "Yes, that's right, Hu Changlin's hand was injured by my big pillar, but Da Zhu only injured one arm of him, but Hu Feng injured both of Da Zhu's arms. What about that?"
Hu Fengqing slowly swept his gaze towards Granny Bai in the cold, and said every word: "People don't offend me, I don't offend people, if anyone offends me, they will be refunded twice."