From Zhou Chengling's eyes, Yang Mo saw affirmation.

After the end of the autumn festival, the spring festival will not start until the next year, and during this time, the candidates will usually go home to report the good news, why didn't this woman hear the news?

The woman said, "We really can't get by, so we will come to Beijing...... The Lord can't tolerate us anymore, I ...... I'm looking for the child's father. ”

If there is a good news, I will report home early, and if I don't hear the news, it is very likely that I did not pass the exam.

Yang Mo thought in his heart, his subordinates did not delay to check the child on the bed, and the child coughed from time to time.

The woman kept chattering, "His father said that he would definitely pass the exam this time, and we even sold the firewood for the winter at home, so we made up a plate to send him to Beijing." ”

"I will definitely be admitted, I will definitely be admitted, and it will be good when I am admitted, and it will be good."

Wei Mao brought warm water and wiped the washed cloth towel on the child's body.

It was getting dark outside, Xiao Quan asked the guy to light a few more lights, Mr. Bai and Ding Er had already left the pharmacy, and when they heard that the lights were lit in the pharmacy, Ding Er rushed back to treat Yang Mo together.

"What does the eldest lady think?" Ding Er said in a low voice.

Yang Mo had already heard obvious crackles in both lungs: "I think it's lung fever." "That is, pneumonia in Western medicine, long-term malnutrition and decreased immune function, infected with pneumonia, three or four-year-old children are most afraid of respiratory disease is pneumonia.

Pneumonia requires two antibiotics to be effective, and now it is an ancient time when there was not even one antibiotic.

Ding Er nodded, "The pulse is slippery, coughing and shortness of breath, shivering and body heat, and breathing is not good, it should be a symptom of lung fever." ”

"How can I treat it?" Wei Mao asked in a low voice.

The lungs are hot, and the reed stem soup should be added or subtracted, Yang Mo looked at Ding Er, "Reed stem soup." Now, apart from the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine, she can't think of any Western medicine medicine that can help the child in front of her.

Ding Er said: "You should add almonds, bellflowers, tangerine peel, and raw gypsum with small chaihu soup." ”

Yang Mo said: "Just ask Mr. to prescribe a prescription." ”

Ding Er answered and took his disciple down.

When the woman heard that the prescription was prescribed, she thanked Yang Mo herself. "Miss Xie Yang saved my child's life, Miss Xie Yang ......"

Yang Mo shook his head and looked at the woman, "I also do my best, the child is seriously ill and weak, you have to be prepared." ”

In other words, the disease may not be cured...... When the woman heard this, she froze there, but she did not cry out.

Xiao Quan had never heard of the master saying such a thing, could it really be cured?

The woman suddenly began to toss up and down, and at last she found a copper coin and ran away.

Everyone looked stunned.

"Treat as I say."

Yang Mo spoke. Qin Chong immediately took the pulse case and wrote.

"First infuse a bottle of salt water, and then use Mr. Ding's recipe," Yang Mo said, looking at Mei Xiang, "bring my needle." ”

A lantern was hung at the door of Baohetang, and the pharmacy next to it was about to close before leaving, but they all looked at Baohetang, and Miss Yang was sick again.

After Ji Zizhen finished the patients at hand, he came out of the Jijia Pharmacy and walked straight to Baohe Hall, and when he stepped in, he saw Lang Zhong and his men coming and going.

Baohetang is really so busy day and night.

Seeing Zhou Chengling, Ji Zizhen stepped forward and saluted first. Then he walked up to Yang Mo, "Miss Yang." ”

Yang Mo had just finished checking the child's condition when he heard Ji Zizhen's voice and raised his head, "Why is Mr. Ji here?" ”

There were no serious injuries or illnesses at Bo Hop Tong. Ji Zizhen stayed in the Jijia Pharmacy, and Yang Mo has been treating bayberry sores these days, so it is rare to see Ji Zizhen.

"The Qiao family came to me again and asked me to go over and treat Mrs. Qiao." Ji Zizhen said in a low voice.

Mrs. Joe. Yang Mo had heard about Mrs. Qiao these days, but she didn't take it to heart, and she didn't ask what Mrs. Qiao's illness was. Now that Ji Zizhen mentioned it, Yang Mo said: "What is the disease?" ”

"I fell my nose and delayed my condition without careful diagnosis and treatment, and I looked like I had a carbuncle."

Nose wounds, improper treatment, purulent infection?

No wonder the Qiao family is in such a hurry.

Yang Mo said: "Mr. is going to be treated?" ”

Ji Zizhen didn't think about it and shook his head, "To cure carbuncles, you have to use a knife, and the Qiao family may not be willing to use my method, and besides, I am not sure that it can be cured." "The most important thing is the character of the Qiao family, no one wants to cure a Zhongshan wolf.

Ji Zizhen raised his eyes after speaking, "I'm afraid that the Qiao family will come to invite Miss Yang." ”

Although the Qiao family's harm to Miss Yang is in an uproar, some people just rely on their status to be superior to others, and they are not soft when they harm others, and they don't feel blushing when they use people.

As soon as Ji Zizhen finished speaking, he felt a chill in his face.

Zhou Chengling stood by the window, his face seemed to be the same as usual, but the expression in his eyes made people unable to see through, but he felt scared.

Ji Zizhen felt confused at this time, with Zhou Chengling here, where is there still the Qiao family's drama singing.

Ji Zizhen thought about looking at Yang Mo again, not knowing if Miss Yang would treat Mrs. Qiao.

The room was quiet for a while, and soon there was a rush of footsteps, the woman who ran out just now, went and returned, ran to the child's bed in a few steps, tremblingly took out a paper bag from her arms, opened it to reveal two buns, and the woman sent them to the child's nose, "Little three, little three, get up quickly, see what my mother bought for you, come back, you don't have to eat secretly, my mother bought it with money this time, little three, get up and eat steamed buns." ”

Yang Mo looked at the woman who was a little nervous, and her eyes suddenly became hot.

……

The pastel hook lotus bowl contained freshly made bird's nest, Qiao Yuechan held the porcelain spoon and blew it carefully, and then looked at Mrs. Qiao on the bed, "Mother," Qiao Yuechan's eyes were red and swollen, "Let's eat some bird's nest." ”

Mrs. Joe's eyelids twitched slightly, but she shook her head weakly.

Huang's mother was a little anxious, "What can I do about this?" "The lord was called to the yamen, and there were only the lady and the young lady in the house, and the lady was sick like this.

There's a lot of gossip out there.

The lady who came to visit the sick didn't even enter the door to let the carriage turn around, and the lady heard that this kind of thing was even more sick, and she didn't eat for two days, even if she didn't get sick like this, people would be dragged down, and the lady stayed all night yesterday, and her face was haggard, and the imperial doctor entered the house every day, and the medicine used was not effective, so she was really sad to death.

"I heard that Mrs. Changda is here." Qiao Yuechan put the bowl aside and walked out to ask Huang's mother.

Huang's mother nodded, "Yes, it's here, but it's the same as everyone else, gone." ”

The two families are already about to get married, but like everyone else, they stand outside and watch the jokes, and they don't bring a single one. You must know that the Qiao family has reached this point, and it is also related to the Chang family.

Qiao Yuechan bit her lip, "Tomorrow morning, let someone go to Baohetang and ask the Yang family to come to the mansion to treat my mother." ”

Mother Huang's eyes widened, "Miss...... This...... This ......"

"What are you afraid of," Qiao Yuechan looked over coldly, "The rumors outside are not true, what are we afraid of?" Do those women believe their words? If you open a pharmacy, you have to practice medicine, and you don't treat people and do not treat people. (To be continued......)