The wound scabbed over ten days later, but it left behind the sequelae of itching. He was always itching, so much so that the skin on his left arm turned over and turned bright red, and blood oozed from the area he scratched heavily.
Especially at night, he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, making the bed noisy.
His blind mother had very good hearing and could hear from two houses away. Wangfu, who couldn't sleep, suddenly heard footsteps outside the room. It was his mother who came and asked him what was wrong. Wangfu didn't want to tell his mother or make her worry about him, so he lied. I had a nightmare just now and made the bed noisy to embolden him. Speaking of nightmares, the mother is even more worried. The last time her son had a nightmare, something unexpected happened when he went out during the day.
Since you had a nightmare, don't go out tomorrow. I had a nightmare last time and suffered disaster when I went out. Do you remember? His mother's advice reminded Wangfu of the nightmare he had that time. This time he lied to his mother, and he had to justify it by saying, Mom, if I get up later tomorrow, everything will be fine.
Wangfu, I just hope you are fine. Mother walked away.
Wangfu, whose left arm was itching badly, tried hard to control himself not to move, or to move only infrequently. He endured the uncomfortable itching feeling and only scratched the itchy area without making any noise on the bed.
The next day, morning light filtered in from the window. There was already a lot of noise outside, and my parents were already busy doing housework in the house. Wangfu's itchy right hand was infected and itchy. He wanted to go to the hospital, but he had no money. Can it be treated with home remedies? He suddenly remembered that Jin Tie from the neighboring village was a local doctor who treated difficult and complicated diseases. By the way, he would still ask for money for treatment. He thought about it and asked him to do something for him. Wouldn't it be okay to pay for the medicine? Better to try it. Thinking of this, he got a little excited, got up from the bed and said in a loud voice: Mom, it's getting late, I should get up.
Going out so late should go smoothly. What are you doing out there? Be careful. When his mother told him, he had already walked out of the room.
Mom, I'm going out to find something to do. Wangfu scratched his head while talking, and red particles appeared on both arms, like sesame cakes.
That morning, Jin Tie was collecting herbs on the mountain. Wang Fu rushed to the neighboring village but could not find him. His wife Liu Xu asked Wang Fu why he was looking for him. Wang Fu explained the reason straightforwardly and showed her the redness and swelling on his left and right arms. .
She said: Just sit here and wait for him to come back! When asked when she would be able to come back, she couldn't tell. Sometimes she would come back after dark, and sometimes she would come back at noon.
Wangfu walked to the edge of the field in front of his house, stood on tiptoes and looked at the rolling hills behind the house, hoping to see the person on the mountain, hoping that that person was Jin Tie.
Liuxu ignored him and was busy in the house, cleaning the medicinal materials, and taking out many chopped medicinal materials and spreading them on the drying mat in the yard to dry. His house was always filled with a medicinal fragrance all day long. .
Looking at the main room of Jin Tie's house, there are banners hanging on the pink and white walls, with words of praise such as "Hua Tuo Reincarnated", "Modern Miracle Doctor" and "Miracle Rejuvenation". Wangfu scratched his head with his hands, and his eyes were still searching among the mountains behind the house, but he didn't see anything.
He approached Liuxu again and asked, "Sister-in-law, is there anything you can do at home that I can help you with?" I'm wasting my time just sitting around and waiting like this!
Liu Catkin was knocking on the dustpan, knocking the medicine foam inside cleanly onto the sunbathing mat. Suddenly she heard Wang Fu say this behind her, and she readily replied: It's true, but I don't need your help. You are a patient, so you can Help?
My illness is not considered a disease even if it is said to be a disease. Wangfu walked around in front of her to explain. Liu Xu shook his head, looked at him and said, even if you are a good person, I will not let you help.
Wangfu took a step back and thought: This woman is really smart. Is she afraid that I will cause trouble if I am infected with the germs? He walked to the outer edge of the field again and walked around with his hands behind his back, his eyes still looking at the rolling mountains behind the house. Suddenly I thought, why not go to the mountain to find gold stickers? As soon as Wangfu had an idea, he took action.
He walked up a winding dirt road behind the house, sometimes looking up, sometimes listening to see which peaks had human figures, and which woods heard voices. However, he climbed a section of the mountain road and did not see a single figure, only birds. The birds are flying, and only the gurgling mountain spring is heard.
The mountain road he was walking on was narrow, and his figure was submerged in the jungle. Undeterred, he continued to climb higher, climbed over a peak, and vaguely heard the sound of a bell. He continued walking along the mountain road for a while, and saw a temple halfway up the mountainside on the back of the main peak, and the sound of the bell could be heard more clearly.
Fortunately, he thought: How great would it be if I went to the temple and encountered a gold sticker? Wang Fu quickened his pace, and his hands and feet occasionally encountered thorny thorns, which turned into streaks of blood. He ignored the pain and arrived at the mountain gate of the temple in just a few minutes. On the top of the gate were three figures. There are big red characters: Qinglong Temple.
There was a Song-style stone carving below the house number. Wangfu stood there and read its explanation carefully: There is a cave nearby, and there is a green dragon in the cave. Whenever the villages around the mountain encounter drought, people go up the mountain to worship the green dragon in the cave. Soon, the sky will There will be rain to relieve drought. In this way, in order to repay Qinglong's kindness in providing rain, the people invested money and effort to build a temple on this mountain to worship Qinglong.
Amitabha, this benefactor is standing at the gate of the mountain. Is he entering or exiting? A tall monk wearing cassocks asked.
I would like to ask the eminent monk, has there ever been a middle-aged man digging for herbs in the temple?
No. The monk saw that his bare arms were covered with red spots and asked him if he was seeking medical treatment from a middle-aged man digging for herbs.
How does the eminent monk know what is on my mind? Wangfu asked the monk.
The monk said that if your disease cannot be cured, it would be useless to seek help from a doctor.
So who to look for? Can the eminent monk cure my illness? Wang Fu asked the monk a difficult question.
The monk said, you should try with the doctor first, if there is no other way, come to Qinglong Temple.
Why make such a big turn? I don’t want to go to the doctor anymore. Can’t I just go to the eminent monk?
No, no! The monk turned around and entered the temple, and Wangfu followed him in, pestering the monk about what to say. The monk walked to the door of the main hall, turned around and said to him: The middle-aged man who dug medicine has gone down the mountain. You can definitely find him when you return to his house.
If he can't cure the disease, why should we look for him? Wangfu asked back a little impatiently.
I can't cure your disease either. This disease must be cured by yourself. The monk said this as if there was something in his words.
Wangfu felt confused and said that I could cure it myself, so why should I ask you for help? The monk did not answer. He walked into the main hall and gave him a back view. He thought that what the monk said was not credible, so he turned around and walked out of the mountain gate, returning to Jin Tie's house on the other side of the mountain.
As expected, Jin Tie returned and was taking care of medicinal herbs in the main room. Wang Fu thought to himself: Is there something magical about the monk? What he said is still effective. He walked into the main room and called Uncle Jin Tie. Jin Tie raised his head and looked at him sideways indifferently. Jin Tie knew him. His blind father suffered from typhoid fever last year, and it was Jin Tie who gave him the recipe. He took some medicinal herbs and was cured. Because Wang Fu's family was too poor, he didn't pay a penny for the medicine and didn't ask for gold subsidies. The reason why he was obliged to treat his father was because the village leader gave instructions and had to buy face. .
Wangfu said, my hands are red, swollen and itchy, please give me a prescription. Jin Tie was noncommittal and still buried his head in taking care of the herbs. The herbs were just picked from the mountain and exuded a fresh earthy smell.
