Although the only relatively reliable medical clinic in the town is Huichun Tang, there are two or three places where you can get medicine.
Su Qingluan grabbed the medicine nearby and rushed back without stopping - although the medicine was caught, it still needed to be boiled, but it took a lot of effort.
Decoction takes a long time, and each family in the Liu family's alley does not have its own stove and can only use the public space. To decoct the medicine, you have to squat in front of the small stove and keep your eyes on the fire. Be strong, otherwise the medicine will be boiled or the medicine will be too little, and the medicine will be wasted.
Mrs. Xi went to town. Although Liu Sheng said that Su Qingluan was not needed to help cook the medicine, Liu Sheng's limping legs really did not look like he could squat next to the small pot where the medicine was cooked.
Sure enough, within about two quarters of an hour, Yagyu began to look pale and sweat profusely.
However, after all, this uncle had traveled around the world in his early years and was quite hard-headed. He supported his shaky body and refused to let others help.
Su Qingluan: ...So if this situation persists, the previous treatment may be in vain.
In the end, she persuaded Yagyu with the reason: "If the condition worsens, it will cost a lot of money for treatment."
Liu Sheng went to the house to rest and take care of Liu Yunniang, while Su Qingluan stayed by the stove outside, carefully fanning the stove with a broken cattail leaf fan and observing the condition of the concoction.
Although time gradually passed, the originally clear water was gradually dyed brown by the medicinal juice, and the bitter fragrance of the herbal medicine gradually came out.
Su Qingluan raised her nose and took a sniff: Well, it is indeed different from the kind of decoction in her memory that makes her feel so bitter just by smelling it that she wishes she could lose her taste and smell. So is Yun Niang's constitution different from his own?
At this time, Su Qingluan had not yet realized that the smell of the decoction she drank was so different from that of Liu Yunniang. What was the problem? She just thought that maybe the two had different physiques, so the prescriptions for taking the medicine were different.
In the next two days, Su Qingluan came to the town as usual to help Liu Yunniang prepare and cook medicine, and then returned to her stall to help.
After two days like this, Yang suddenly handed Su Qingluan a piece of paper: "Here, Daya, weren't you looking for the prescription that Mr. Mu prescribed when you were sick?"
"Hey, grandma, did you find it?" When she asked before, Yang forgot where she put it, so she went directly to ask Mu Xingzhi.
"Well, I put it together with the medicine dregs before. I planned to throw it away, but I remembered you asked for it and found it again. But don't touch the medicine dregs. I spilled it on the road outside."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Mom, I'm not a child, and I won't be curious about the residue of medicine. But why do you throw it outside on the road instead of sweeping it up and burying it in our back garden?"
As far as she knew, medicinal residues were also a good choice as fertilizer. Of course, this stuff could be degraded wherever it was placed, but Su Qingluan still didn't understand why it was deliberately poured on the road.
Yang looked around mysteriously and saw that no neighbors were passing by the courtyard door at this time. She then bent down and whispered into Su Qingluan's ear: "I've checked with the master. You've been sick so many times in such a short period of time." , clashed with 'those things'."
Su Qingluan was stunned: "Ah?" What kind of collision? What's not clean?
"The master said that if you pour the dregs of the medicine you have taken on a road where people often pass by, and let pedestrians step on it, they can help you take away your bad luck, so that you will never get sick like this again!"
As she spoke, Yang clasped her hands together in the direction of the road where she spilled the medicine dregs in a serious manner, and bowed murmuringly.
Yang's movements seemed a bit nondescript due to her restraint, but her expression was very pious. She recited a so-called "spell" that was difficult to understand, but she read every word very seriously. It seems that if she completes every link carefully and meticulously, Su Qingluan will really be able to eliminate all diseases from now on, allowing passers-by to take away all the "sickness".
Su Qingluan watched A Niang's every move. For some reason, she actually felt as if some tiredness was being taken away bit by bit. With every move of Yang's, the feeling became more and more intense. easy.
Su Qingluan knew that this feeling had nothing to do with the so-called "master" or "talisman" or "catching evil spirits". It was just because he felt a mother's love for her daughter, which made her heart feel warm, so she let The body is full of strength again.
However, while being moved, Su Qingluan couldn't help but secretly sigh: This kind of belief in ghosts and gods as if they were spiritual sustenance is the vast majority of people in this era, right?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan was a little curious about how Mu Xingzhi's obvious disbelief in ghosts and gods was cultivated. Could this kind of feudal society, in an age of technological ignorance, still be able to cultivate atheists?
Su Qingluan was really surprised.
After dinner, Su Qingluan had a rare moment of free time and read the prescription that Zhang Mu Xingzhi had prescribed for herself in her room.
Prescriptions are like the diagnosis report of the previous life. Su Qingluan always waited until a treatment stage came to an end before he had the courage to study what treatments and drugs were used during this stage.
It doesn’t matter whether she is cowardly or afraid to face it. In short, at the moment of treatment, she is usually reluctant to face things like “prescriptions” and “diagnosis certificates”.
At first, she was still studying the medicines above with great interest: "Well... dried ginger, Magnolia officinalis, perilla... wait, aren't these ingredients? There are also honeysuckle... forsythia... huang... coptis nine cents?" "
It’s not that she wants to pay special attention to Coptis chinensis alone, but because other medicines usually only cost three or four yuan, or even one yuan. Why does Duduhuanglian cost so much?
With this question in mind, Su Qingluan went to bed. When she went to get medicine for Liu Yunniang the next day, she asked the doctor at the medicine hall.
Although this doctor's ability in diagnosing pulses is average, he is an expert in prescribing medicine. This "Baicaotang" is only responsible for prescribing medicine without diagnosing the pulse. Not only is the doctor's hands at Baicaotang more accurate than a scale, but for some common prescriptions, he can even directly prescribe medicine based on pulse diagnosis.
So when Su Qingluan asked why the amount of coptis seemed to be particularly large, the old doctor stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "Young lady, you have to ask me before taking the medicine, otherwise the amount of coptis is wrong." ——According to the amount of the medicine we took earlier, four to five yuan of Coptis chinensis is enough."
Su Qingluan's heart tightened: She had been drinking this medicine for several days!
"Then, will there be any harm in having a few extra Coptis chinensis?"
The doctor shook his head: "According to this patient's constitution, there won't be any harm, but..."
"that is?"
"It's just that the medicinal soup will be extremely bitter and unpleasant, making it difficult for people to swallow."
Su Qingluan: ...I suddenly want to curse.
