Chapter 75 Preparation
It sounded like it was a matter of medical treatment. Only Mr. Li and Brother Li stayed to talk to Li Sanniang, and the others went back to their respective rooms.
If Li Erlang knew that this was a detoxification matter, he would probably beg to stay and listen.
Father Li, Brother Li and Li Sanniang were the only three people left in the main hall. Li Sanniang still whispered that she would diagnose Fang Chengxian’s pulse, inquire about his tongue, and read the medicine prescribed by Dr. Liang in the teahouse this afternoon. It’s about the prescription.
"Aye, I have only read a small part of the poison booklet now, and I am not sure. When the time comes, Aye will help me."
Father Li nodded and asked Li Sanniang about the details of pulse diagnosis.
Brother Li next to him had an incomprehensible expression. Li Sanniang, who was discussing with Li's father, saw the normally cheerful Second Brother Li looking like this, so she asked: "Brother, what's wrong? This expression."
Brother Li has a good heart, but he may have been deeply influenced by Li's mother when he was a child. He believes in the theory of gods and ghosts. He looked at Li's father and Li Sanniang uneasily, and his tone was not very sure, but hesitant. Said: "Aye, Sanniang, do you think this is destiny?
How come Aye saved the Poison King by chance when he was young and got his inheritance?
Twenty years later, it was such a coincidence that Sanniang met someone who was poisoned by someone very similar to the one poisoned by the poisonous King of Hell? "
Originally, when she was at the teahouse this afternoon, Li Sanniang had thought about this causal relationship in her mind. At that time, she didn't pay much attention to it, and even deliberately ignored this strangeness.
As a result, at this moment, Brother Li was still asked to point it out.
Li's father originally had a mentality of being silent and monstrous, but now that Li Sanniang is doing something wrong, he also thinks that this is God's will?
Li's father did not agree with Brother Li's words, but said to Li Sanniang: "Then when Xu Sanlang and Fang Langjun come to the door, I will diagnose Fanglang Jun's pulse and see how to proceed. ”
After saying this, Li Sanniang quickly took out a pen and paper and begged Brother Li to spend some time helping her draw pictures.
Li Sanniang thought that after Zaijun came again to explain the Heidegger technique, cardiopulmonary resuscitation and the concept of sterility to the doctors in the medical alliance, he would next talk about the necessity and importance of surgical sutures and lateral incisions during childbirth. It can be connected.
Afterwards, Li Sanniang wanted to talk to Dr. Gao alone about the infection. Since the last time Tuva brought the girl to see a doctor, Li Sanniang felt it was necessary to ask the girls in the alliance who treated such children. Do we have any other means of help?
After all, Pingkangfang is a gold sales den, so taxes are indispensable.
Moreover, if the infection spreads too much, it will be a big problem.
How many people can you save by yourself?
Therefore, in order to better spread the technology and treat more people, Zaijun must give lectures to doctors carefully next time.
Not only must it be said well, but it must also be shown to them that it is really useful. It is best to allow them to give it a try.
The surgical instruments that Brother Li was asked to draw and find from bad guys before were only a few.
So, Li Sanniang wanted Brother Li to draw a few more pieces. Then she would take the token to Mr. Bu and ask him to find a master craftsman to make a few more pieces. She could pay for the work. It’s not entirely about taking advantage of bad people.
While Li Sanniang was discussing with Brother Li, several ideas flashed in her mind.
This afternoon I saw Fang Chengxian, and Li Sanniang thought of a stethoscope at that time. In fact, Li Sanniang herself is very good at diagnosing pulses, but how many talented people are there like Sanniang?
For example, Brother Li has mediocre qualifications, otherwise he would not have given up sitting in court and started a medicine cabinet business.
But if you have a stethoscope and assist with pulse diagnosis technology, it will be really useful.
After all, there are few doctors and many patients in this world. No matter how many doctors there are, they are not enough.
So, lowering the threshold for doctors will allow more people to receive medical assistance, which is a great thing.
But Li Sanniang only vaguely knew the general principles of stethoscopes. If she were really asked to make them herself, it would definitely not work.
So, leave professional things to professionals!
Li Sanniang planned to describe it herself, Brother Li would draw the picture, and then ask Mr. Bu to ask a master craftsman to build it!
After listening to Li Sanniang’s whimsical stethoscope idea, Father Li remembered what Li Sanniang had said about distilling soju.
"Sanniang, when Lan Niang gave birth and when you broke your knees while saving people by the Jinghe River, didn't you use that shochu? It was the disinfection you mentioned. You can pass it if you mention it. Isn’t it steaming wine to purify it? Why don’t we try it together this time?”
"Aye's suggestion was timely. I almost forgot about it. Second brother, add it." After watching Brother Li add steamed wine to the book, Li Sanniang lowered her head and thought about it, but there is something else. What can be done?
At night, Fangfu.
Fang Chengxian sat in his room. In addition to the dim light from the oil lamp on the table, the open window also shed a bit of moonlight into the room.
Duoshou, the young man, was standing nearby. He really didn’t understand why Mr. Lang came back from the teahouse and just sat at the table without saying a word.
Duoshou picked up the big cloak on the shelf and put it on Fang Chengxian, saying, "Are you unhappy, sir? Even if you can't sleep and want to blow in the wind, you should still put on the big cloak. It's getting cold, don't really freeze." "
Duoshou picked up the cold decoction on the table again and said carefully to Fang Chengxian: "Lang Jun, this medicine has become cold and has lost its medicinal properties. I will take it out and give it to Lang Jun again." Here comes a bowl."
When Duoshou came to the door with the medicine bowl, Fang Chengxian suddenly said: "Duoshou, how long have you been following me?"
"Hui Langjun. By the way, Duoshou has been with Mr. Lang since he was fifteen years old, and it has been more than ten years this year."
Fang Chengxian turned to look at the door and knelt down, but he was still holding the soup steadily. He coughed twice before saying in a low voice: "Do you know why I only left you as a servant by my side?"
"Because only the slave listens to the master.
The master was still young at the time and wanted to eat glutinous rice cakes, but the master refused.
The other boys were afraid of being punished by the master, but the slave was obedient. The slave went to the big kitchen to steal glutinous rice cakes and brought them back to the husband.
The master suffered from abdominal distension and abdominal pain that night. The master beat the slave to death, but the slave refused to do so, so the slave continued to stay with the master. "Serve."
In order to suppress his cough, Fang Chengxian poured himself a cup of herbal tea and took a sip. Fang Chengxian looked up at the bright moon outside the window.
"I remember correctly, it's you Aye who feeds the horses in the stable?"
"In reply to Lang Jun, yes, it's Nu Aye who feeds the horses in the stable.
Nu is ten years old Shang A Niang couldn't survive the cold. Two months later, Nu Aye got married. Later, Nu Aye's younger brother was born, and Nu Aye's eyes were completely lost.
Nu Aye's life and death was completely gone. My old relative got a job pulling weeds and collecting leaves in the garden of his house.
Later, the master chose a servant for his husband, and he was chosen at the right age. "
"Do you have any relatives?"
"Lang Jun, my grandma is gone a long time ago, and there are no more blood relatives."
"What do you want?"
Duoshou is an obedient young man. Hearing this, he also knew that something was wrong with Fang Chengxian. He put down the decoction, bowed his head and bowed, "I only need to follow my husband so that I can have enough to eat."
Fang Chengxian heard Duoshou’s answer and didn’t say anything. Duoshou just kept kowtowing. After a while, Fang Chengxian seemed to be relieved and said, “Then you bury the medicine. You can still boil the medicine, but I won’t take it. Just let the smell of medicine linger in the room, and then bury it when no one sees it.”
"Yes."
Duoshou obediently got up and took the medicine bowl, dug a hole in the small bamboo forest outside the back porch and buried the medicine soup.
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(End of this chapter)