Li Dongsheng has a lot of experience in survival in the wild. Not only does he know all kinds of wild vegetables, but he can also make many survival tools. With him around, the road is much more convenient.
Li Dongsheng stopped chewing and smiled sheepishly: "It's not uncommon for country people to know these things. Your husband-in-law reminded me last time, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of it."
Ning Yue glanced at Ying Xianqing, and the orange firelight reflected on his face, adding a touch of warmth to his deserted eyebrows, as if the banished immortal who had strayed into the mortal world was contaminated by the smoke of fireworks.
It's just that his temper is still freezing. He slowly tore into the grilled fish and ate it, occasionally sipping the soup, and his expression didn't change, as if he was talking about someone other than himself.
Ning Yue curled her lips and continued eating.
snort. Pretending to be guilty of 13.
When she thought that because of him, she could be wiped out by a killer who rushed out from somewhere at any time, she lost her face.
Ning Yue saw from the corner of her eye that Ying Muqing only ate for a while, then left with the bowl, and came back with an empty bowl a while later, without filling it again.
Seeing Ning Yue looking over, Ying Muqing blushed, pursed her lips twice, and lowered her head.
Ning Yue guessed that he probably saved the rations and gave them to Ying Xun. After all, he was Ying Xun's most beloved son. If she ignored him completely, she would think he was heartless.
But since he chose to suffer to support his father, she just pretended not to see it, and it was impossible to make up for it for him.
The dozen or so people swept away almost all the food, and Zhao Dali sat contentedly on the grass, rubbing his belly and burping.
Caiyan and the nanny packed up all the things and went to wash them. A little boy ran up to Ning Yue and raised his head: "Sister, my mother is sick. Can you go see her?"
It was Lin Buguang who said he could pee far away.
Zhao Dali has not seen him since he no longer had to wipe his urine.
When Zhao Dali saw him, he habitually wanted to give him a big steamed bun, but unfortunately he didn't have any at hand. He made a big move: "Boy, come on, there is some soup left here, do you want to eat it?"
Ning Yue lowered her head and saw that there was still two pieces of taro, a few vegetable leaves and some broth in the bottom of the pot.
Lin Chuguang's eyes lit up, and he nodded like he was pounding garlic: "Eat, eat, eat."
Ning Yue said: "Wait a minute."
She pan-fried the shrimp on a stone slab and sprinkled them with salt and cumin. When the shrimps are roasted to orange-red color and the aroma comes out, the stone grilled shrimps are ready.
She caught a handful of shrimps for each of Wang, Zhen'er, Zitong, Lao Madam, and Lin Chuanguang: "This one has strong bones. Eat it as a snack."
These people all need calcium supplements. River shrimps are calcium supplements. They will be full by now, so just eat them as snacks.
Lin Baoguang was restless waiting just now, but he didn't dare to rush. Now he was holding the bowl in one hand and grabbing the shrimp in the other. He thanked him gratefully, but did not eat it.
Seeing Ning Yue looking over in confusion, he lowered his head: "My mother is sick, can I give these to my mother?"
"I'll go take a look first." Ning Yue followed Lin Yuguang into the darkness, and Cui Langzhong hurriedly picked up a burning firewood to use as a torch to follow.
Ying Lingzhu wanted to learn Chinese medicine, so he quickly followed suit.
Lin Chuguang's mother was hidden in the darkness. It was not until the firelight got closer that she saw a frail woman sitting against a tree. Her face was pale, there were bright red blood stains on her lips, and there was a dazzling red on the chest of her clothes.
She thought it was a mild illness, but she unexpectedly vomited blood.
Ning Yue stepped forward to feel her pulse, her brows furrowed slightly.
His mother's body is indeed weak.
It’s hard to imagine how she managed to keep up with such a high-intensity hike while dragging such a sick body.
She turned back to Lin Chuguang and said, "Your mother can't eat this, so you can eat it yourself."
Lin Chuguang's tears fell instantly, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Sister, is my mother... hopeless?"
The woman didn't react much, as if she had already accepted her fate. She smiled miserably on her pale face and spoke very weakly: "Ms. Ning, can you please take Guang'er in... He is very well-behaved. Even though he is young, he can already do it. Live a lot...and eat very little..."
When Mr. Cui heard that she was asking for help so urgently, sadness filled his face.
Before, Ning Yue would never check anyone's pulse when he was around him, but now he hurriedly stepped forward to feel his pulse, hoping to help.
He frowned and asked, "How long have you been vomiting blood? Why can't you stop the bleeding?"
Lin Baoguang choked up and replied: "It has been more than a year since I coughed up blood. My father has invited countless doctors, so he only had to take the medicine as food. He had not vomited for more than two months, but a few days ago... he started vomiting blood again."
Dr. Cui was depressed, and countless doctors could not cure him, so he was not sure.
Remembering that he now has a master, he immediately looked at Ning Yue, eyes full of hope.
"Don't be too busy leaving the child to me. You still have to take care of your child."
Ning Yue took her pulse and looked at the coating on her tongue. She felt relieved and was in the mood to joke.
In fact, her illness looked very serious, but there were no irreversible lesions in her body. She just had typhoid fever before, which was not completely cured. The disease caused heat and depression. As long as the bleeding was stopped and she nursed back to health slowly, she would be cured.
A strange look finally burst out in the woman's eyes: "You mean, I can still be saved?"
Ning Yue nodded: "Yes, take the medicine and you will feel better in a few days."
He touched Lin Chuguang's head again and said, "In a few days, sister will give you a healthy mother. Now feel free to eat. I'm going to boil the medicine."
Lin Chuguang was so grateful that he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed firmly. As soon as he kowtowed, Ning Yue hurriedly pulled him up.
Lin Chuguang rushed to his mother, mother and son hugged each other, and they both cried with joy.
Lingzhu, who was following behind, raised her head and touched the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. She thought of the mother she had never met.
Ning Yue asked Caiyan to cook some porridge with Lingquan water and give it to Lin's mother to drink later.
Then he went to the carriage to get three herbs and asked Cui Langzhong to light a fire and fry the medicine.
Cui Langzhong was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "Master, do you only need three kinds of medicine?"
Ning Yue said with a serious face: "To treat a disease, it's not about using too many medicines, it's about getting the symptoms right."
In the past life, many Chinese medicine doctors prescribed medicines. A pack of medicines weighed only one or two hundred grams, which could not even be fried in a large medicine pot. They were used to treat the liver, tonify the spleen, and to clear away heat. I wanted to add all the medicines, but the effect of the medicine was unsatisfactory.
Her grandfather in the previous life often used simple prescriptions with only one or two herbs to treat serious illnesses. Once the symptoms were right, they were still effective.
She said proudly: "I will write all this in the book I gave you. The treatment of vomiting blood and epistaxis is Xiexin Decoction. Remember, if the treatment of vomiting blood and the various medicines are not enough, use Xiexin Decoction to try it for hundreds of times."
Cui Langzhong lowered his head and looked at the little bit of medicine in his hand.
Tried a hundred times and it works.
This little medicine can give hundreds of effects to patients who vomit blood.
Ning Yue heard the sound of sobbing and took a closer look. She saw that the old man Cui Hanzhi was crying, and the tears fell in big drops on his palms.
Ning Yue was afraid of contaminating the medicinal materials, so she quickly took the medicine from his hand and looked at him strangely.
She had to cry but didn't say anything. She could understand that Lingzhu was crying just now. How old Cui Hanzhi was, but he cried harder than Lingzhu.
