"What is this? What is a nursery rhyme? Wash your hands frequently, exercise more, and sweep the front and back of the house frequently...... If you are sick, you don't have to run around, at the foot of the west mountain, there is a good doctor, there is a good medicine. ”

Leng Siniang took the paper handed over by Tuesday and read it, and Tuesday and the servants laughed along.

It's very cheesy, but it's easy to remember, and I hope it can be associated when someone else's life is dying. Now it is not possible to gather patients, there is a need for publicity, and leaflets are the most direct and promotional way.

Lin Xiaojue looked at the flyer she had written, and suddenly thought of her mother's eyes, is there no second person in this world who understands her humor?

On Tuesday, I went to print flyers, and there were only five women left in front of the free clinic to guard, and when the sun set, Zhou Zhou and Lu Yao also came back from the intersection, and it was dark, and few people passed by.

"Doesn't it mean that there are people in the village who are sick? Why do we see a doctor for free and no one comes?"

Lin Xiaojue knows that this thing needs to be promoted, and it is best to be a hit, but it needs an opportunity.

"Why don't we go to the village to treat people, doesn't it mean that there are already sick people in the village?" the servant asked his wife proposingly.

Uninvited, or a doctor, doing so is the most worthless and suspicious.

Free clinics and loose medicines are already great good, and there is no need to make yourself so low.

"What if someone comes to the clinic?" The lady said that when the plague broke out, it was better to gather the sick together, because we would waste more time walking the streets. Leng Siniang disagreed. Use what Lin Xiaojue said to refute the servant.

"Maybe tonight, somebody will come. Lin Xiaojue looked at the sky, there were only three or two stars, and the crescent moon was bent into a hook.

"Let's go back to the building first, there are still patients. Lowering her dark eyes, she picked up a few medicinal herbs and was about to go back.

Wang Jianyu is still in the building, he has drunk a day's worth of medicine, and whether there is any change in his condition will have to be revisited.

The follow-up conditioning of patients is the standard of a good doctor, Leng Siniang has been influenced by her grandfather since she was a child and understands the truth. Lin Xiaojue finished sorting out the medicinal materials. She said urgently.

"I'll go back with you. Then he instructed the servant to lead Zhou and Lu Yao to look at the stall.

Lin Xiaojue naturally had no objections.

Lu Yao is good-looking, but he has also been violated by victims, and he almost lost his innocence, this mountainous and wild land. How dare she stay out at night?

"Can I go back with Miss?" she hurriedly walked behind Lin Xiaojue.

Lin Xiaojue and Leng Siniang took a step. Hearing her voice, she glanced back at her.

Then he looked over to her and said, "Get out of the building here." Not far away, I have a hunch that there will be tonight. Emergency. "I spent the most time with Miss on Monday, and although she didn't say everything, she could guess what she meant.

"Don't worry, Miss, I'll look for you as soon as someone comes. She told her to nod reassuringly.

Lu Yao wanted to go back to the building with Lin Xiaojue, but in the end, Lin Xiaojue ignored her and only came back with Leng Siniang.

Wang Jianyu entered the building, and there were too many people living in groups, once the plague broke out, the building would be sealed, and it would be difficult not to be infected at that time, and no one was suitable to stay there at this time.

Although Lin Xiaojue told Leng Siniang about preventive measures, some disease roots have been planted in the body a long time ago, and prevention is useless.

Just like Wang Jianyu's illness, why is his wife fine, but he is sick? Because his physique itself is poor, he has very heavy dampness in his body.

By the time Lin Xiaojue and Leng Siniang returned to the building to diagnose him again, the fever had subsided for most of the time, but they felt stuffy in their chests.

"It turned out that Miss saved me, and the villain thanked Miss first. Lin Xiaojue asked Wang Jianyu how he felt at this time, he looked at the woman in front of him with a veil covering her cheeks, and arched her hand gratefully.

Then he answered the main question: "I just feel stuffy in my chest and my stomach is not very comfortable." ”

Leng Siniang looked at Lin Xiaojue expectantly after hearing this, she believed that she would know what caused him.

"Originally, it was hot and humid. Now the heat is gone, most of it, but the moisture is still there, and the remaining heat, and the moisture, are in a group, together, to dehumidify. Sure enough, this little stutter did not disappoint her, and she explained to the patients and their families in a very slow voice the current situation and what to continue to do.

"Here, make a prescription. Leng Siniang has figured out her routine, and after explaining, she will prescribe a prescription, she lays paper and grinds for her, and then beckons her to the table to write a prescription with a smile.

"Tell me about the dampness again. When Lin Xiaojue walked over from the patient, and after coming to her, she whispered in her ear again.

Lin Xiaojue is not afraid of talking about pathology and medical skills to others, and even she loves to explain.

So she smiled and picked up the pen, Leng Siniang couldn't wait for her to finish writing this time, so she stood straight behind her and looked at each other, she wrote a word, and she silently recited a word in her heart.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaojue's handwriting is dignified and flowing, and she writes in a hurry, and she will not let her read sentences.

The following sentence gradually appeared on the paper: "There are six qi between heaven and earth, which are wind, heat, heat, humidity, dryness, and cold." When these six kinds of qi become the pathogenic factors of the human body, they become the six evils, also called the six prostitutions.

Dampness is one of them, it is yin and evil, and most of it becomes phlegm, which can hinder the way of qi rise and fall, and it is yin, which will deplete the body's yang qi. Wet can be explained as abnormal water, people go to a high place and the water flows to a low place, so the wet is heavy and turbid, and the low place is heavy, the body will become weak, and the turbidity is dirty.

Wet will also be in a group with other five prostitutes, and the disease is often difficult to go to the root, which is a very annoying thing.

So add dampness drugs to the recipe: Huoxiang stem, white lentils, almonds, forsythia, patchouli, honeysuckle, white grass, fragrant tempeh, and raw barley.

In the recipe, the herb stalk is put in the first place, and the coix seed and the white grass are all damp. Almonds are a good medicine for lowering lung qi, and the lungs are the main body of qi, and the lung qi is open, and the body is open, and the water is wet. ”

Lin Xiaojue finished writing Leng Siniang and finished reading it, she didn't wait for Wang Jianyu's family to ask for the recipe, as soon as Lin Xiaojue stopped writing, she took the recipe.

"I'll copy it to her again. She winked at Lin Xiaojue and said.

Leng Siniang likes to collect Lin Xiaojue's original recipe, Lin Xiaojue, the owner, has no objections, and others don't understand, let alone say anything, Wang Jianyu's family took the prescription and went to the shed on Tuesday to grab medicine, and the diseases in the building were temporarily absent and omitted.

After the third watch, the night was getting deeper and deeper. The woodcutter had a dream in which he fell into the icy water and could not swim up no matter how he swam it.

The body is getting colder and colder, shivering with cold.

"It's so cold!" he opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was already covered in a quilt.

He really had a fever, he had no wife, no children, he was a bitter man, he curled up and touched his forehead and heart, so hot.

He didn't have any strength on his body, he wanted to call the neighbors but couldn't speak, and his mouth was so dry that he didn't even have the person to deliver water.

He was scared, he didn't know if he would die, the lonely old man at the back of the village died the day before yesterday, and no one was by his side when he died.

He's only thirty years old, will he be the same as the old man?

The woodcutter's mind was in a state of confusion, and he was cranky.

He should have hired a doctor, but he only had enough wood to make ends meet, and he didn't have extra money to hire a doctor.

"Don't forget, you will definitely have a fever in the middle of the night, if it is hot, you will decoct the medicine, drink it and it will be fine, if you are well, don't forget to come here for a follow-up, we are also ...... at night." Suddenly, a brilliant brilliance appeared in front of his eyes, and a beautiful woman bared her tiger teeth and told him incessantly, and no woman had ever been so kind to him who was ugly. He had never seen her before, and he wondered if she was a mountain goblin in human form.

Even the goblins had come to his rescue, and the woodcutter struggled to sit up, seeing the medicine bag he had still on the windowsill when he returned.

If this medicine is poison, he will die, but if he has no money to see a doctor, he will die, but if there is really someone who is righteous and squandered money, free diagnosis and scattered medicine? Then he still has hope of life.

The woodcutter thought he was terminally ill and made a choice in desperation, so he forced himself down to the ground, lit the stove at the door and began to boil the medicine. (To be continued......)