The coroner advised the two servants to talk about the shopkeeper's wife. The servant who spoke first said, "Just let her cry for a while. Anyway, it's been listening for so long, and it's not a bad time."

The servant who spoke afterward said, "Yes, you can just listen first."

The coroner said, "She is crying and screaming, can her throat work?"

The coroner just asked this question. The two servants looked at the coroner and thought he was caring about the shopkeeper's wife. Then they said first: "If you are not afraid of being kicked, just talk to him."

The coroner stopped talking and said for a moment: "You guys sit here, I'll go back to the room." As he said that, he hugged them and walked towards the small room.

The two servants watched the coroner enter the small room and wiped the sweat from his head and face.

But the shopkeeper was sitting in the carriage and driving the horse, pulling the injured rich man. The rich man lay in the carriage and covering his crotch with his hands, looking at the shopkeeper who drove the carriage, enduring the pain, "Can you hurry up?"

The cartkeeper poked his throat very hard, and spoke in a low voice, and replied: "There are many people on the street, so the carriage can't be held."

The rich man looked up and saw that there were many people, so it was better to drive the carriage faster than to drive it. He said, "How about you carry me on your back and give it to others."

The cartkeeper held the rope with one hand and the other poked his throat hard. He was also afraid. What he was afraid of was not other places, because he hit someone, and hitting someone was illegal, but he was even more serious than hitting someone. It was not because of other places, but because it caused harm to the other party. He was not afraid of other places, but because he was afraid of suing a lawsuit. He said, "I am also anxious, you can bear it first."

The rich man didn't know what he was thinking, but thought he kicked him and was disgusted, so he said good things, "Are you anxious, can you do it quickly?"

The dead child's father stabbed his throat very hard and said, "I'm quick, what should I do if I hit someone again?"

The rich man lay in the carriage and looked at him and said, "If you don't feel happy, won't I be able to save it?"

The child's father thought to himself: "He will save his crime, or will he not be able to save his crime?" Somehow, he thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he asked: "You said, did this person get a crime, or did he get a crime completely get a crime?"

The rich man covered his crotch and endured the pain. He looked at the dead cub's father and said, "How do I know, can you hurry up?"

The child's father stabbed his throat very hard and said, "No matter how strong you are, you will go to the clinic after you leave."

The rich man looked up and looked at the street. He saw that it was not the South Street and asked, "Where have you gone?"

The child's father poked his throat very hard and said, "Where do you not recognize this?"

The rich man said: "If you turn down Village South Street, there is a clinic not far away. Where did you turn?"

The child's father poked his throat very hard and said, "What are you doing just covering yourself? Why didn't you say it earlier? You've gone far?" He said that, and stopped the carriage, not knowing whether to walk forward or back.

The rich man stood up, looked at it, and said, "Let's go!"

The child's father poked his throat very hard and said, "Where are you going?"

"Just the clinic!" the rich man shouted at the shopkeeper who stabbed the throat.

The child's father stabbed his throat very hard and said, "Which hospital can you go to?"

"Which company? You say that's the one company!" The rich man felt even more painful when he was anxious.

The child's father was thrusting his throat very hard, and he was about to speak, but he heard a small sound of "Ga!" and the shopkeeper immediately shouted, "Oh!"...

When the rich man heard the sound, he looked up at the shopkeeper who poked his throat. Seeing that he didn't poked his throat, he pinched his neck instead, and said, "What's wrong, you're broken too?"

The shopkeeper poked his throat and pinched his neck, "Hmph!" and couldn't say a word. At this time, he raised his whip and whipped the horse, making a "Hmph". The horse walked forward in pain and neighed a few times.

The horse left quickly as soon as it hurt, and people on the street avoided him when they saw it. The shopkeeper pinched his neck and asked the horse to walk faster because he was anxious to look at his throat. The rich man lying in the carriage behind him saw it, covered his crotch and said, "You're going to break yourself?" He didn't know why he cursed the shopkeeper in his heart.

The choking shopkeeper pinched his throat and twitched the horse all the way. He didn't make a sound, but he could only twitch the horse frequently. The horse was whipped frequently, and he didn't care about anything. When the people on the street saw it, they hurriedly avoided it, and they could not help but hit someone else's object. They were hit and scolded: "Hey! I'll fuck you on the ground with your neck!"

When the choking shopkeeper saw the hospital arrive, he immediately pulled the horse rope with one hand, "Hmph!"

The horse raised its front hooves and stopped suddenly and moved forward.

Due to inertia, the rich man sat up and shouted, "Oh!" he covered his crotch and shouted.

The choking shopkeeper jumped out of the carriage, turned around and pinched his neck and pointed at the clinic, humming at the rich man twice, turned around and jumped towards the clinic.

The rich man saw him jumping to the clinic, covered his crotch and shouted, "Oh!"

The choking shopkeeper walked directly into the clinic, leaving the rich man in the carriage. The rich man shook his crotch and got out of the carriage, grinning his teeth and walking quickly. His rush was for him, and in the eyes of others, he was slower than walking. Everyone turned his eyes to him, and said one person: "What happened to this man, sprained his ankle?"

One of the people recognized the rich man, and he said, "Is that rich man from the coffin shop in the Uncai family? Let's see, have he sprained ankle?"

Another person with a discerning eye said: "What ankle is sprained? Isn't it obvious that it covers the crotch?"

"It's really covering the crotch." Everyone looked and said.

One of the people said, "That's a sprained hand."

The rich man endured the pain and finally moved to the entrance of the clinic and leaned against the door. He turned around and glanced at everyone and said, "Don't look at him fucking!"

But the shopkeeper of the tavern was pinching his throat and walked into the clinic, jumping straight towards the counter. Some patients in the clinic were also taking medicine. The owner of the clinic was at the counter and called Wu Shanyi. He had seen the shopkeeper of the throat, but he was not familiar with it. When he saw him coming up, he was very anxious and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The shopkeeper pinched his throat and pointed at him with one hand, just saying nothing.

The clinic owner can also be said to be the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper of the clinic, I don’t know whether he pointed his hand or the neck, asked, “Where are you feeling uncomfortable? Don’t hum when you speak.”

The shopkeeper pinched his throat and let go of his hand after hearing this, revealing a red throat. He pointed at it with his fingers, and still said "hum".

The clinic owner looked at his throat and asked, "How do you make your throat clean?"

The shopkeeper of the tavern felt uncomfortable and held his throat with one hand and pointed back and forth with the other hand, signaling him "huh" that I was poking the ground with my fingers.

The clinic shopkeeper looked at it, but he didn't know his intention and said, "I know your throat is red, don't be too old. Tell me how your throat is tidying up?"

"Hmph!" The shopkeeper of the tavern was a little anxious, "Hmph!" continued to point with his fingers.

The clinic shopkeeper realized that he couldn't speak and said, "Wait, I'll get you paper and pen, write it to me, tell me how your throat is going to be prepared." After saying that, he went to get paper and pen.

At this time, the rich man covered his crotch and stepped into the door with his feet.
Chapter completed!