The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion-Chapter 49: Eight really was kissed by Hirsch woke up.

She gave up cardiopulmonary resuscitation, pinched the Eighth Old Zhou's nose, and was about to give him artificial respiration.

Just as she leaned over, she saw the disdainful looks from the onlooking crowds out of the corner of her eye.

He Zhiran had just been eager to save lives, and at the same time realized that this was ancient times.

Such behavior was simply unacceptable to the ancients.

Even if it was an emergency, she could not ruin her reputation just to save someone.

"Lord Peng, I need your help."

Peng Wang was completely helpless.

"Miss He, I know you are eager to save lives, but the Eighth Old Zhou is already gone, so don't make things worse."

He Zhiran was anxious immediately. Given the Eighth Old Zhou's current condition, if he could not be rescued in time, he might really die.

"If you want him to live, do as I say immediately. If you don't listen to me, Lord Zhou will really go to see King of Hell."

Seeing He Zhiran’s serious tone, Peng Wang walked over with two yamen runners.

"What do you want me to do?"

He Zhiran pulled Peng Wang down to squat in front of the Eighth Old Zhou.

"Lord Zhou, first pinch his nose, then blow air into his mouth."

Peng Wang and the two yamen runners he had brought over were dumbfounded.

Pointing at his own nose, he said, "You want me to kiss the Eighth Old Zhou?"

He Zhiran urged, "Hurry, just do as I said."

Hearing He Zhiran’s words, the two yamen runners immediately ran far away, leaving only the puzzled Peng Wang here.

Peng Wang had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The moment Peng Wang's lips touched the Eighth Old Zhou's, he immediately started blowing air.

He Zhiran watched as the air Peng Wang blew out all escaped outside, and became anxious instantly, gesturing in a direction.

"Lord Peng, it has to be this angle, and all the air you blow needs to enter Lord Zhou's mouth."

Her actions didn't seem like anything to Peng Wang, she was still quite a distance from the Eighth Old Zhou's lips.

But from the perspective of the onlooking crowd, it looked like He Zhiran was kissing the Eighth Old Zhou.

It immediately caused another sigh from the crowd.

Even the yamen runners were no longer calm.

"Miss He, you must be crazy?"

Peng Wang didn't have time to explain for He Zhiran, and followed her instructions to blow air into the Eighth Old Zhou's mouth again.

He Zhiran stood by and saw the Eighth Old Zhou's fingers move.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would spit out some water soon.

She reminded Peng Wang, "Lord Peng, that's about enough."

No one knew whether it was from fatigue or holding his breath, but in any case, Peng Wang's face turned red after getting up.

Seeing their superior stand up, the yamen runners immediately gathered around.

In order to make the air around the Eighth Old Zhou more circulated, He Zhiran asked those yamen runners to keep their distance.

Initially, those yamen runners were unwilling, but after a shout from Peng Wang, they obediently took a few steps back.

Just then, the Eighth Old Zhou coughed violently, and soon spat out a mouthful of water.

Zhang Qing exclaimed, "Boss, the Eighth Old Zhou really came to from Miss He’s kiss!"

Hearing Zhang Qing’s nonsense, Peng Wang scolded him on the spot.

"Don't talk nonsense and ruin Miss He's reputation."

Zhang Qing quickly covered his mouth, "I misspoke, misspoke."

The other yamen runners looked at each other, thinking that their superior was clearly too partial to Miss He.

They had clearly seen that it was Miss He who kissed the Eighth Old Zhou first, and then their superior went on...

However, they didn't dare say such things in front of Peng Wang.

Zhang Qing still didn't know that his casual slip of the tongue had brought great trouble to He Zhiran.

Seeing the Eighth Old Zhou spit out a few more mouthfuls of water, and his eyes slowly opened.

Peng Wang was so excited that he cried with joy. He didn't care to immediately explain the misunderstanding to help He Zhiran.

"The Eighth Old Zhou is not dead, he is alive. Miss He, it really is all because of you, you are the Eighth Old Zhou’s lifesaver."

As soon as he said this, the yamen runners' gazes fell on He Zhiran in unison.

Indeed, if it hadn't been for Miss He, they all thought the Eighth Old Zhou was dead.

Then, led by Peng Wang, the yamen runners surrounded the Eighth Old Zhou.

Everyone shouted his name in unison, and some even reached out to touch his body.

Zhang Qing grabbed Peng Wang's arm excitedly, unable to hide his excitement at all.

"Eighth Old Zhou, look at me, do you know who I am?"

Although the Eighth Old Zhou was still weak, he still struggled to say, "Zhang Qing."

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was overjoyed and jumped high.

"Boss, look, the Eighth Old Zhou still recognizes me, he really is alright!"

Peng Wang was also extremely excited and couldn’t express it in words, he just kept nodding, his eyes full of gratification.

However, he was much more sensible than the others.

He immediately asked He Zhiran, "Miss He, it should be no problem to carry Lord Zhou back to the inn now, right?"

"No problem at all, Lord Zhou is just weak right now, he is already out of danger."

Having obtained He Zhiran’s affirmation, Peng Wang ordered people to carry the Eighth Old Zhou back to the inn.

Peng Wang paid out of his own pocket to book a upper room for the Eighth Old Zhou, then ordered someone to help change his wet clothes.

He Zhiran had accomplished her mission and directly returned to the Mo Family members.

At this time, people from the grocery store and fabric shops had delivered the goods she bought.

There were too many things, especially the thirty-odd quilts, which were piled up like a small mountain.

Seeing He Zhiran come back, the Mo Family members had complex looks in their eyes.

The inn attendant who had gone to the riverside to watch the excitement came back and told the boss about how a female prisoner taught the yamen runners to kiss and resuscitate someone.

They happened to be overheard by Li Rou'er.

If it was said that a female prisoner went with the yamen runners to save someone by the river, it could only be He Zhiran.

Li Rou'er finally got the goods on He Zhiran and immediately spread the news far and wide.

He Zhiran noticed her mother-in-law, sisters-in-law and aunt acting strange at first glance.

"Mother, what exactly happened?"

Old Lady Mo's eyes were somewhat evasive, not knowing how to ask He Zhiran about this.

The sisters-in-law also similarly, all dared not look her in the eye.

Mo Hanyue was straightforward.

"Sister-in-law, everyone is saying that you used the method of mouth-to-mouth to resuscitate Lord Zhou."

After hearing Mo Hanyue's words, He Zhiran had to admire the ancients' ability to distort facts.

Not to mention how conservative the ancients' thinking was, if a married woman dared to do such a thing to another man, being drowned was also a possibility.

At the moment, He Zhiran felt the first thing she had to do was explain things clearly to her family. As for who was slandering her behind her back, she could look into it a bit later.

"I didn't kiss Lord Zhou, I just gestured to show the direction and taught Lord Peng how to do it."

After she finished speaking, looking at the Mo Family women's expressions, it seemed they didn't completely believe it at all.

Seeing this, He Zhiran immediately put on a stern face.

"Since you all don't believe what I say, after we get to the northwest, I will divorce my husband, so as not to ruin the Mo Family's reputation.

But before that, I hope we can still get along like before, so as not to be laughed at by outsiders."

He Zhiran was not a person with high EQ. If it was a battle of wits and courage she could handle it, but smoothing things over with in-laws, as someone who had never had a boyfriend in her previous life, she really had no experience at all.

She had explained things as clearly as she could, if they didn't believe her, she didn't need to continue fawning over them.

He Zhiran had said her piece, as for whether those people would continue to cling to this fabricated matter and be difficult with her, she could only ignore it.

As long as she could escort Mo Jiuye safely to the northwest, she would have lived up to the hero in her heart.

As for everything else, she would take it one step at a time and let nature take its course.

Seeing He Zhiran's change of expression, the Mo Family women felt a twinge of pain in their hearts for some reason.

They liked the usually kind and gentle He Zhiran, they liked He Zhiran who was thoughtful of them everywhere.

But it seemed that they had lost this He Zhiran.

He Zhiran turned and walked out of the room. Although she was scorned by everyone, there were still days to come in the future.

Due to the Eighth Old Zhou’s incident, it looked like they probably wouldn't be able to continue traveling today.

He Zhiran planned to take this opportunity to get people to make those tents.

It wasn't possible to stay in inns every day on the road to exile. In case they encountered days of sleeping in the open air again, these tents would come in very handy.

Seeing her sister-in-law turn to leave, Mo Hanyue felt a tightness in her heart. She hurriedly chased after her.

"Sister-in-law Nine, I don't care what they think. Anyway, I believe in Sister-in-law Nine," He Zhiran said. She hadn't expected that the only person in the Mo Family's women's quarters who believed in her was actually a little girl of only thirteen or fourteen.

She tried her best to squeeze out a smile and stroked Mo Hanyue's head.

"Sister-in-law Nine thanks Hanyue for her trust."