Beside the bed, Yang Qiming was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
After checking her pulse, it seemed that it was time to drink medicine every day. Mrs. Yang glanced at the broken porcelain bowl on the floor and said to the maid next to her.
"Xiaohong, go get some medicine with Dr. Lin, watch the heat and don't cause trouble to others."
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Lin waved her hand: "The daily dose is limited. If it's gone, it's gone."
My precious granddaughter works very hard every day to prepare medicine, but she is always so sleepy that she falls asleep.
It's good for the Yang family. Those things that were condemned by God will not suffer. I don't know how difficult it is to save Yang Qiming's life!
At first, Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Yang San didn't worry about it, thinking that the medicine was only half poisonous, and it didn't matter if they skipped a meal.
After respectfully sending the doctor away, he called the superintendent and said that he would stay in the academy to take care of Young Master Yang.
After looking for several places to live, she was not satisfied. Mrs. Yang San either disliked the bad feng shui or the house was too small and the air was not good.
In the end, Mrs. Yang spoke up and chose a small courtyard closest to her grandson before finally stopping.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Yang Qiming, who was sleeping next door, woke up from his sleep, screaming in pain from his wound, and his face turned pale.
When I rushed to the next door, I saw that my grandson's facial features were wrinkled and he was covered in sweat from the pain in the winter. His painful screams hit Old Mrs. Yang's chest like a hammer.
"What's going on? You were fine before, and you slept peacefully at night. Doctor Lin said that the pain in the wound can be suppressed by taking medicine."
Song Zhang had been taking care of his friend and was most familiar with his condition. He thought the wound had worsened and hurriedly gave orders.
"Go and invite Dr. Lin over quickly."
"There's no need to go." Mrs. Yang was so distressed that she wiped away tears.
But Mrs. Yang San was not happy: "Why don't you go? Mother! That old woman obviously wanted to take revenge on us deliberately."
Mrs. Yang glared at her daughter-in-law fiercely: "You still have the nerve to mention it. If you hadn't offended both the family and the grandson with your unscrupulous words, Ming'er wouldn't have to suffer the consequences tonight!"
"Things that fail to achieve success but fail to achieve success. After staying in Kyoto for two years, I have not learned how to be a housekeeper. I have acquired the bad habits of worshiping superiors, underestimating inferiors, and domineering power!"
Mrs. Yang was used to being scolded by her mother-in-law, but it was different today, as there were juniors present.
Old Mrs. Yang was obviously determined to show her face.
Song Zhang stood aside at a loss. He didn't want to hear other people's privacy, let alone see his brother being tortured by illness.
After handing over and leaving, he went straight to the residence of Mrs. Lin and Xiangyun.
Along the way, the maid Xiaohong revealed to Song Zhang what happened in the afternoon. Even he felt that Aunt Yang's behavior was too much.
No wonder the old lady of the Lin family is angry.
Knowing that Yang Qiming would be in so much pain that he couldn't sleep tonight, Xiangyun had already prepared the decoction and warmed it on the stove, then fell asleep and slept until dawn.
After drinking half a bowl of milk boiled with ginger juice, Xiangyun sighed with satisfaction, feeling refreshed and comfortable all over.
Mrs. Lin twisted a handkerchief to wipe her granddaughter's face. Her rosy face had not touched hot water for several days. Now her pores were spread out, like peaches on a tree in summer, and the down on her face was clearly visible.
The more I look at her, the more I feel that my good granddaughter is beautiful. There is no imperfection in her eyebrows or nose.
Old Mrs. Lin couldn't help but sigh in her heart: I wonder what kind of fairy faces Abao's parents have to give birth to such a beautiful girl.
Just as he was thinking about it, several footsteps came closer and closer.
The leader, Mrs. Yang, walked in with a gentle smile on her face. When she was about to speak, her eyes fell on the girl wearing a red jacket in the room, and her eyes paused.
Inexplicably, there is a familiar feeling.
After thinking about it carefully, I couldn't tell what was familiar. I just thought that the children looked similar, so I waved to the maids behind me to come forward.
The young maids filed in, all holding something in their hands.
There are exquisite Cuju, beauty kites, as well as high-quality fabrics and ready-made clothes...
The girl named Xiaohong stepped forward and placed the two wooden boxes she was carrying on the table.
Mrs. Yang opened it herself.
A box contained neatly arranged silver ingots. Xiangyun counted them and found that there were twenty, at least one hundred taels.
It made her eyes widen.
Another box had just been opened, and the medicine spirit in her mind was more excited than her, and it was already broadcasting happily in the space.
"The name of the drug is Jiuzhenteng, also known as Polygonum multiflorum.
It has the effects of detoxifying, eliminating carbuncle, cutting malaria, and laxative.
The year of extinction is three hundred years. "
"Host, take this good stuff quickly! In this way, the collection of medicinal materials in the ancient medicine area will be enriched, the space will be upgraded, and your spiritual power will also be improved."
When he heard that the space could be upgraded, the temptation was greater than money, and Xiangyun reached out for it with joy.
Old Mrs. Lin patted the back of her hand to stop her.
The granddaughter saw the problem of good things not getting out of the way, so she did it again.
Old Mrs. Yang laughed out loud: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Children are innocent and have true temperament."
In her heart, Mrs. Lin was still worried about Mrs. Yang's actions yesterday, and she was indifferent to Mrs. Yang.
"It is the duty of a doctor to treat illnesses and save people. You don't have to be so polite."
Mrs. Yang grew up in Liuhe Town. Although she lived in Kyoto for more than ten years after her marriage, her main connections and roots were still in her hometown.
Yesterday, she learned that her grandson was seriously ill. She immediately sent someone to find the best doctor in town.
Unexpectedly, when the doctor of Baohetang heard that a heavy object had hurt his heart, he waved his hands and refused, saying that he could not save her.
The boy who went to ask for help thought at first that there were too many patients in the heavy snow and the Baohe Hall was too busy. Unexpectedly, he later saw two injured patients who had the same symptoms as his grandson. They were vomiting blood and had no symptoms. He passed away in a long time.
Only then did Mrs. Yang know that Mrs. Lin was really capable.
I am even more resentful that my daughter-in-law has no vision. She offended someone so badly yesterday that she could only come to the door with a heavy gift to thank her.
"Chief Pei Shan said that Ming'er's survival was entirely due to Dr. Lin's medical skills."
"Our Yang family is very thin. Three children were born to the third family, and only one survived. He grew up pampered and did not suffer at all. Who knew that if he suffered, it would be a disaster that would kill half of his life."
"Half of me is already buried in the ground. If Ming'er is not rescued, I will definitely go with him to see the King of Hell. Wuwuwu..."
Old Mrs. Yang was just pretending, but when she thought of this possibility, she felt so sad that her tears couldn't stop falling. The old man, who was over seventy years old, burst into tears.
Mrs. Lin felt the same and couldn't help wiping her tears.
"Madam, don't say such unfavorable words, it's taboo!"
Xiangyun watched helplessly as the two old ladies hugged each other and choked with tears. He couldn't help but explore the direction of Polygonum multiflorum, and successfully recorded the medicine spirit in the file.
