The Reborn Shrewish Wife

Zhao Xiaoling seems to be back to God, immediately look to Mo Qingxian, quickly nodded, "yes."

"How old are you?" He suddenly asked without end.

Zhao Xiaoling did not understand, or truthfully answer, "18."

"How long have you studied medicine?"

"I..."

Before she could answer, Mo Qingxian said, "where did you learn to treat animals? How can you come to me this time? "

I didn't expect that he would ask these questions. Zhao Xiaoling thought for a while before he came up with the reason. "I've only studied medicine and animal for a few months. I learned medicine and animal from a hunter who lived in a wild forest. I came here because I heard that there was a sick pig in your house. I want to try my craft."

Mo Qingxian's eyes were cool, and he looked at her lightly. He didn't speak, just looked at her, and didn't know what he was looking at.

A quarter of an hour after Zhao Xiaoling was looked at by his eyes, she felt guilty. She didn't learn how to treat animals. She lied to the young man that she was a veterinarian just to come in and see the sick pig. She said whether she could be cured or not.

"I want to try my craft after only a few months of study. If I can't cure it well, it's hurting my pig. I have to pay for it."

Zhao Xiaoling in the heart just put down words, Mo Qingxian opened mouth, just said the words are full of embarrassment words.

Zhao Xiaoling hears the meaning of his words, either she will not be cured, or she will have to be cured, or she will wait to lose money.

She doesn't have any money, and she doesn't want to pay for it. But if she doesn't treat it, she may not see the sick pigs. If she doesn't see the sick pigs, how can she help her father?

Zhao Xiaoling was very embarrassed and didn't speak for a long time.

"Think about it?" As if seeing through her thoughts, Mo Qingxian asked after a long time.

If her father can't sell pork, it's impossible to predict what her family will be like. The whole family is used to such a day, and it's too difficult to start from scratch.

Thoughts flashed, Zhao Xiaoling eyes fixed, then decided to bet on a, "I will try my best to cure."

This means acquiescing to what he said. If it can't be cured, compensation will be made.

Mo Qingxian is no longer embarrassed. He says in a voice, "let's go and take you to see my pig."

Mohist pigs are not raised in this house, let alone in the city of Yanghe. They are in a large enclosure outside the city, which is about five kilometers in diameter.

In this enclosure, besides pigs, there are also other small animals, such as sheep, chickens and cattle. However, compared with pigs, the number of these breeds is much less.

Zhao Xiaoling follows Mo Qingxian to the enclosure. What he sees is not the animals inside, but the row of houses in the enclosure.

There are as many as 20 or 30 houses in that row. In addition, there are more than 10 people in front of the house who are dealing with the pork, killing, dividing, planing, and all kinds of steps. It's bloody.

Zhao Xiaoling looked at the scene and said goodbye.

Mo Qingxian mouth slightly up, such a radian is not easy to find, Zhao Xiaoling naturally did not see.

Squinting, Mo Qingxian takes her to the opposite direction of the house.

After a while, Mo Qingxian stops in front of a fence.

The fence has to be hundreds of meters around. There are a lot of pigs in the fence, but they are all huddled together and lying on the ground, as if they are powerless.

"This is all the sick pigs. Since you want to cure them, go in and have a look."

Zhao Xiaoling is a doctor. He is not used to the smell of pigs, especially the smell of a large number of pigs. It makes people feel sick.

Her round, dark face showed forbearance and walked slowly towards the small gate at the corner of the fence.

Approaching the small door, she suddenly thought of something and looked back at Mo Qingxian, "Mr. Mo, I don't know what other veterinarians say?" She doesn't know how to treat animals, but it's easier for her to take over the treatment.