In the end, Zhou Pinzheng just talked about it, and he never took a step beyond the thunder pool. Yang Xiaobei's body recovered slower than expected, he couldn't eat for a week when he came home from the hospital, his taste buds were all on strike, his spleen and stomach were weak, and he didn't have any appetite, Zhou Pinzheng tried his best, except for being able to drink some soup, he couldn't eat a mouthful of white rice, let alone nutritious foods such as chicken, duck and fish.

Zhou Pinzheng was so anxious that he lost a few handfuls of his hair, it is autumn now, and the ingredients are still fresh and rich, but even if he tries his best, Xiaobei's appetite just doesn't have it. Because of his weak body, he had night sweats every night, and his pajamas and bed sheets were all wet. Now Zhou Pinzheng has long since lost his first charming thoughts, and when he gets up every night to help Xiaobei wipe her body, he sees that she is losing weight day by day, and even her ribs are clearly visible, and she doesn't mention the taste in her heart.

Doctor Ouyang was also taken over to see it, and the prescription was prescribed, but the doctor said that the deficiency was not replenished, and the residual poison was not cleared, so he had to take typhoid medicine first. Western medicine is too domineering, the fever has subsided, and the immune system has been injured by mistake, and it takes a long time to cultivate and recuperate.

Poor Yang Xiaobei was already bitter, and he had to drink those bitter medicine soups every day, which was not as simple as one plus one equaling two. Zhou Pinzheng gets up at 5 o'clock every morning, puts the Chinese medicine on the stove and boils, and then starts to make breakfast and clean up. When Yang Xiaobei was woken up to take medicine, the whole room was filled with the smell of medicine.

"Come on, I'm almost cold, hurry up and drink it off. When she washes her face and brushes her teeth, a bowl of black medicine will be served in front of her, can she still play happily?

After frowning and drinking a bowl of medicine, her eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together by the bitterness, "Ha! Ha!" only stuck out her tongue, Zhou Pinzheng rinsed her mouth with her hands and feet, and put a petal of peeled tangerines in her mouth, skilled in business, and done it in one go. He also knew that Xiaobei was afraid of bitterness, and every time he drank medicine, he was pitiful, but there was no way, Doctor Ouyang said that he would have to drink medicine for at least a month to get completely better, and then he had to change to medicine to regulate his body.

After drinking the medicine, Zhou Pin was carrying the remaining medicine residue from yesterday downstairs, planning to scatter it on the road. Yang Xiaobei said unlovingly, "I said that you are enough! What can you take away the sickness by stepping on the dregs of medicine, and there is no scientific basis at all? As young intellectuals in the 20th century, we must not engage in feudal superstition!"

Zhou Pinzheng smiled and didn't speak, but insisted on going downstairs to sprinkle the slag. He also knows that there is no scientific reason for this, but Xiaobei has a bad day, and he has to try it no matter what he does. In the past, he was also the eldest and the second in the world, but he didn't meet anyone who really cared. Even though he has never believed in religion, yesterday he took the time to go to a famous temple nearby to burn incense and pray that Xiaobei would get better soon.

I don't know why, he's always in a terrified heartbeat. Even if the hospital went to check and said that it was fine, the Chinese medicine has been drinking, but after so long, Xiaobei still can't eat anything, and she is losing weight day by day, I remember that she always said that she wanted to sprint like ninety pounds, but yesterday I measured it, and my weight has fallen below eighty pounds. He was flustered and always felt that something bad was going to happen.

After a few days of scorching, a bowl of spicy fried sour cowpeas saved Yang Xiaobei. I heard that she has no appetite and can't eat (swollen does she have a sense of déjà vu of a pregnant mother?), my grandmother remembered the pickled cowpeas at home, specially cut them carefully, added spicy autumn sea peppers, fried them in small oil and let the second uncle send them over. The trick that Zhou Pin was thinking about before, what hawthorn and orange didn't work, it was precisely this sour, hot and crispy cowpea that made Yang Xiaobei have a great appetite, and finally ate a small bowl of rice.

Zhou Pinzheng burst into tears, and he couldn't wait to rush to Yi's house to move the sour cowpeas from the restaurant. Now it's okay, Xiaobei can finally eat, and he won't continue to lose weight. He cheered up and cooked delicious food for Xiaobei every day, just to quickly fatten her and make up for the meat that fell a few days ago (you should be feeding the pigs!)

After such a toss back and forth, it seems that it will be the end of October. Thinking that the day set by Puhai is the eighth day of the lunar month, and this is only a month, they have to go back first to prepare for it, it is unrealistic to expect the Zhou family to be prepared, and if they don't make trouble, they will raise their noble hands. Zhou Pinzheng originally planned to do a good job of wine here, and go back when the work of the two of them was handed over, who knew that Xiaobei would be sick for so long.

"I mean, the clinic won't be open this year. The school is also on the right track, if there is anything to give to my brother, he will decide when he comes back. "Zhou Pinzheng's side has all the things out of his hands, and he won't come back until at least next year. However, the cooperative already has its own set of operating procedures, and his absence does not affect anything. It's Xiaobei's clinic, and she can't rest assured.

"There were still two women in the village who were going to give birth a few years ago, and if I was not there, I would have to record the previous perinatal period for them, and then I could go to the hospital or find someone else. Yang Xiaobei's face finally became a little bloody, and his chin was not as sharp as it was a while ago. This body is energetic, and I am thinking about my work again. "There are still a few elderly people who have to take medicine for a long time, and I have to prepare the medicine for them. It's not okay to stop taking the medicine. ”

Now that Yi Huifen is also out of confinement, there is no problem with her if she takes medicine, but it is not realistic for her to take the baby alone and go to work in the clinic. Yang Xiaobei is so worried, how can the patient not find anyone when the time comes? Zhou Pinzheng took the pen in her hand and said, "Okay, it's just so sad, don't worry, take your time, there are still a few days to go." ”

Yang Xiaobei snatched the pen and said angrily, "I feel like my brain is burned, I have to think about it, so as not to miss it when I get it." I just wanted to continue writing, but my hand shook involuntarily, and the pen fell with a "snap".

The room was quiet for a while, and Zhou Pin Zhengqiang said with a smile, "Look, I'll just say you're in a hurry! ”

Yang Xiaobei lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time. When Zhou Pin was anxiously looking for a topic, he said quietly, "Don't coax me." Anyway, I also studied medicine, so I can't tell the difference between lack of strength and lack of control?"

Her hand tremors had been going on for days. At the beginning, the whole body was weak, basically eating, drinking, and sleeping was all done by Zhou Pinzheng, and no abnormalities were found. But since she got better, she was not used to being taken care of like a giant baby, and strongly asked to do it herself, so she found the clue.

The first time was when I took a bowl of rice, and my hand slipped and spilled it all on the ground. Yang Xiaobei still thought that he had no strength in his hands when he was recovering from a serious illness, so he didn't take it to heart. But gradually, even when it is forbidden not to move, her hands begin to tremble, and when she takes things, she repeatedly misses.