Ding Qinghe was about to pick up the embroidered bandage and start embroidering the handkerchief, when he suddenly heard the urgent shouts of Shi Zhugeng outside the door, and hurriedly threw the embroidered bandage and trotted out.

"Daddy...... Father...... Are you talking...... Are you talking...... Daddy...... "Shi Zhugeng was really frightened by Shi Polang's crooked mouth, and couldn't help but call out to Shi Polang.

But Shi Polang just couldn't make a sound, and his mouth was still crooked.

Ding Qinghe ran over and saw this scene, and guessed in his heart that it was not his father-in-law who had a stroke?

"Lady, what do you think we should do now?" Shi Zhugeng was out of idea for a while.

"Father-in-law, this is a stroke. Ding Qinghe approached to see Shi Polang's situation, frowned and said.

If it is in modern times, there is a way to treat it.

Shi Polang's situation is caused by facial nerve paralysis, and it is also a type of stroke, under normal circumstances, it can be built yì oral vitamin B, dibazole, gastrodia pills, daily massage, and then combined with acupuncture treatment.

But now in ancient times, Ding Qinghe thought that he could only let Shi Polang take decoction and then cooperate with acupuncture treatment.

"Is it credible to have my medical skills?" Ding Qinghe frowned, because although she knew acupuncture, she didn't have the usual silver needles, which was really a bit difficult.

"Of course I believe it, can the lady cure my father?" Shi Zhugeng thought to himself that Shi Polang was his own father, and his father was like this in front of him, so he couldn't care about him dead or alive, right?

"Acupuncture! I need such a long silver needle! And I have to be naked to help him with acupuncture, I ...... I'm worried that your mother will know about slandering me, so this matter is really difficult to handle!" Ding Qinghe said with a sad face.

"What's so difficult about this, the dead father of the third daughter-in-law in our village is the one who opened the embroidery shop, she must have a lot of silver needles at home, I went to ask her to buy some. Shi Zhugeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, he thought to himself that as long as the lady was a little sure, he felt that his father had hope of recovery.

"Okay, then let's put your father on the bamboo pile in our house first. You immediately go to Wanjia to buy needles, remember to ask for such a length, about thirty!" Ding Qinghe immediately compared the length to him.

Shi Zhugeng nodded immediately when he heard this, and then helped his father to rest on the bamboo floor covered with quilts with Ding Qinghe.

"I'll feed my father-in-law some water now, you remember to go and come back quickly!" Ding Qinghe urged eagerly. "If she has a longer silver needle, buy it back for me. ”

"I see. Shi Zhugeng nodded immediately.

After Ding Qinghe fed Shi Polang some water, he began to stretch out his finger and press it lightly on his cheek, estimating in his heart that it should be cured, so he was a lot more relieved.

After a while, Shi Zhugeng came back, and he was still followed by Fuji Langzhong.

"Fuji Langzhong?" Ding Qinghe said in surprise.

"Lady, we are lucky, I went to Wanjia halfway to meet Fuji Langzhong who went out to visit the village and returned to the village, he heard about my father's situation, immediately followed, and said that he wanted to see how you perform acupuncture, he said that he has a set of silver needles for acupuncture. Shi Zhugeng saw Ding Qinghe's gaze passing over him, and then looked at Fuji Langzhong standing behind him, and explained with a smile.

"Zhu Geng's daughter-in-law, it turns out that you still know medical skills!" Fuji Langzhong sighed.

"I ...... I'm just a little familiar with medical skills, and I don't dare to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong!" Ding Qinghe was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then explained.

"This is the silver needle that my master gave me, I haven't used it, I'll lend it to you today!" Fuji Langzhong put down the medicine box he was carrying, opened the lid of the box, took out a long box with red paint, and handed it to Ding Qinghe with a smile.