The nun finally took some time off from the child to glance at Ning Yue and Zhao Dali.
Only then did Ning Yue see her face clearly, which was a sickly yellow color.
She looked at her belly and had a guess in her mind.
Zhao Dali saw her speechless and pushed her from behind.
She reacted and hurriedly saluted: "Master Tai, we are prisoners exiled to Suchang. We encountered heavy rain while passing through here. Can we use your nunnery to take shelter from the rain?"
The nun looked at the wet people below the steps and nodded: "Donor, please come in."
Zhao Dali hurriedly went to greet the others, and Ning Yue walked in first.
As soon as I entered, I found that the nunnery was filled with the voices of children.
This nunnery is surrounded by a courtyard on all sides and connected by a cloister.
There were a few older children in the corridor playing games like throwing stones, mostly girls.
After a few observations, I saw only two boys, one of whom was lame.
Ning Yue asked: "You haven't asked Teacher Taifa's name yet?"
The nun replied to her while coaxing the child: "The poor nun's name is Zhi'an."
Ning Yue saw the child crying and was about to ask what was wrong with the child.
A little girl of seven or eight years old ran out of a room: "Agu, come quickly, twenty-seven is dirty again."
Mrs. Zhi'an quickly walked over, handed the child in her hand to an older child in the yard, and entered the house.
Ning Yue also followed in.
The room was very simple, with only a cabinet, a table, two benches, and a very large wooden bed.
There was also a younger nun in the room, rummaging for something in front of the cabinet.
There were seven or eight children on the bed. One of them was sitting on the bed with vomit all over his body and a yellow-brown puddle under his buttocks. His face turned crimson.
He looked very uncomfortable and was crying with his mouth open.
Mrs. Zhi'an quickly stepped forward to pick up the vomiting child and comforted him gently: "Oh, what's wrong with us twenty-seven? It's hard, isn't it? I'll put you into clean clothes right now."
The little girl who called people had already brought a basin of hot water, and Huichen took out a piece of clothing from the cabinet and handed it over.
Zhi'an quickly cleaned up the dirt on the child's body and bed, and then changed into clothes.
Then he raised his head and looked at the young nun: "Huichen, are there any more medicines?"
Hui Chen shook his head slightly: "It's all used up."
Ning Yue hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What medicine does Master need? I have some medicine in the carriage."
Only then did the teacher realize that Ning Yue had come in. She asked gently: "Is there any honeysuckle?"
There is none in the carriage, but there is in the space.
Ning Yue responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, wait a moment."
Everyone in the carriage entered the nunnery, which was convenient for Ning Yue.
She dug out a lot of commonly used medicines for children from the space, tore off a piece of cloth and tied it into a bundle.
Then he carried her into the room and handed it to the master: "If you need these medicines, you can keep them all."
She took it and turned it over slightly, her eyes sparkling with surprise, and she said with a smile: "It seems that you also know medicine and can use it. Thank you very much."
She dug out the honeysuckle, found some medicine, handed it to Huichen, and asked her to boil the medicine.
Suddenly I heard a popping sound.
The child who had just changed his clothes started crying again, and another puddle of liquid overflowed from his butt.
Zhi'an said anxiously: "Go and boil the medicine quickly."
Ning Yue stepped forward and took a pulse on the child. It was acute gastroenteritis.
At this frequency, diarrhea and vomiting must be stopped as soon as possible, otherwise you will become dehydrated quickly.
She looked at the teacher: "The child's condition is serious. I'm afraid decoction is too slow. Why not try moxibustion?"
Na Zhi'an looked Ning Yue up and down. This little girl, at such a young age, didn't know if she was talking nonsense.
Cui Langzhong had already followed and hurriedly stepped forward to introduce: "Master, I am Langzhong, and this is my master. She is very good at treating patients. Just listen to her."
Zhi'an was shocked. The apprentice's hair was almost white, but the master was so young...
The child was indeed seriously ill, so she could only believe it once and said: "If there is a faster way, please give it a try."
Ning Yue was not pretentious. She took out a pack of moxa from the bag and asked, "Do you have any ginger? I want it sliced."
Huichen turned around and entered the kitchen, quickly cut some ginger slices and brought it over, holding a piece of firewood that had been burned into red charcoal.
Ning Yue rolled the moxa into several small towers with the thickness of her little finger at the bottom, took the ginger slices and poked small holes on them, then asked several people to hold the child's hands and feet, put the moxa on the ginger slices, and then put the ginger Place one piece each in Shenque and Zhongwan.
The moxa was quickly burned out, and she lit a few more. After the moxibustion, the child's crying was obviously reduced.
After a while, the child farted.
Na Huichen said in surprise: "Hey, that's it. I didn't bring out the fart this time."
Ning Yue then said to Hui Chen: "Get it under control. You go ahead and boil the medicine. I'm afraid of burning the child. You can drink the medicine directly later."
In fact, moxibustion alone is very effective. In her previous life, Ning Yue suffered from acute gastroenteritis. She suffered from vomiting and diarrhea more than ten times in a short period of time, and was so weak that she could not even stand up.
Finally, I lay on the bed and moxibustioned two moxa sticks. After a good sleep, I woke up feeling fine.
There are no anti-scalding moxibustion tools here, and the child is very active, so it is safer to give medicine and there is no need for so many people to hold it down.
Master Zhi'an's face also relaxed and she cleaned up the child again.
Zhao Dali settled the people and came in to express his thanks.
Master Zhi'an waved her hand: "Sir, please don't be polite. If you need to heat hot water, the firewood is under the eaves of the stove. Please help yourself."
Zhao Dali smiled and said: "Master, I came here two years ago, and I didn't have any children at that time. How come there are so many children all at once?"
She let out a long sigh: "The older ones are stray children, and the younger ones were all picked by me from the Yita. At first, I just couldn't bear it. Unexpectedly, more and more children were lost, and I could only pick up more and more." "
Ning Yue and Zhao Dali had respect on their faces.
Even though the world is full of holes, there are always people making repairs.
Ning Yue looked at Master Tai's haggard face, and then looked around.
There were at least twenty or thirty children in this nunnery, and she had only picked up two children. She could feel the difficulty of raising children along the way.
It's hard to imagine what kind of life they usually live. The snippet just now is enough to give a glimpse of the whole story.
If she still had selfish motives for saving people, then this master's wife was the one who truly sacrificed herself for others.
A sneeze from someone outside brought Ning Yue back to reality.
Ning Yue came back to her senses and remembered that there were many people outside who needed help, so she hurriedly walked out.
The prisoners were grouped into two rooms, one for men and one for women. Convenient for changing out of wet clothes.
Many people have begun to feel lethargic, and some are sneezing constantly.
Li Desheng lit two fires in a wider area of the corridor. Those who had no clothes to change could only wear them and dry them by the fire.
But there were so many people around the fire that it was so crowded that it was difficult to get close to the fire, let alone dry their clothes.
Ning Yue took the time to let Caiyan burn the fire first, then returned to the carriage to find some medicine to dispel the cold.
Not long after, a large pot of medicine was boiled, enough for everyone to have a bowl to keep out the cold.
