Thyme has always been very mysterious to the people in the village, and at this moment, Thyme must have a reason for thyme when he says this.

Although there has been a lot of gossip about thyme in the village recently, at this moment, Yunzhong's mother and son would rather gamble than go like this.

Hearing the old woman's assurance, Thyme put down the back basket, and then took out the mountain ginseng in the cloth bag and handed it to the old woman: "Wash this well, then fry it into a bowl of soup, and come in after frying, in addition, in the clouds, you should hurry up and go into the city to ask for a doctor, I will not cure the disease and save people, I can guarantee the life of your lady, but if you want to be treated, you still have to ask the doctor to come." ”

The old woman knew that this was a mountain ginseng, and she was a little grateful in her heart, and this mountain ginseng could be sold for money in the city, and now the thyme took it out without hesitation: "Thank you, madam." ”

The old woman said a word, and went into the stove room beside her.

Thyme said seriously to Xiahou Yuchen: "You wait outside and don't come in, my mother will come out later." ”

After saying that, Thyme walked directly into the house.

The midwife saw that thyme had a way, and she was relieved, as long as she could hang her breath.

The midwife took thyme into the back room.

The conditions in Yunzhong's house did not seem to be very good, and there were several farm tools in the hall, and hoes and plowshares were placed in the corners of the hall.

As soon as the midwife opened the curtain, a smell of blood came to her nose.

On the right-hand side of the door, the midwife walked in with thyme.

Inside the room there was a dresser that looked very new, and several wooden cabinets were neatly arranged.

The inside of the room was still very simple, and on the only chuang in the room, the blood still stained the quilt cover red.

The light blue quilt cover was darker at the moment because of the smudge of blood.

As soon as I walked in, there was a young woman with a pale face lying on the chuang.

The midwife whispered beside her: "It's a pity that you are so young, you still have your first child, madam, you can do it!" Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, so you should accumulate yin virtue for yourself. ”

The midwife's voice was very low, deliberately lowing for fear that Ping'er would hear it.

Thyme sighed, stepped forward directly, opened the quilt and looked at the blood flowing below, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry in her heart.

Turning back to the midwife, he said, "You go out and ask to see if there are dried mugwort leaves at home, Chen Ai is the best." ”

The midwife hurriedly ran out, and after a while, she ran in excitedly: "Madame has Ai Ye, there is Ai Ye, and everyone in the village has run back to help find it." ”

Thyme breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it, there are many ways to stop postpartum bleeding, but now the most realistic is only to use mugwort leaves and old ginger.

Thyme said to the midwife, "You put something underneath her, and I'll be back at once." ”

After saying that, Thyme walked out.

The mother in the cloud is frying the mountain ginseng in the kitchen.

"Auntie's family has old ginger?" The mother in the cloud was stunned when she heard it.

"Madame, there is no old ginger."

Thyme couldn't help frowning: "Then do you know who has old ginger in the village?" ”

At this time, several families brought Chen Aiye, and they all shook their heads when they heard thyme's words.

"Madame, there is no ginger in the village."

When Thyme didn't know what to do, Xiahou Yuchen said: "My mother has it at home, last time I yelled for you to buy it, you bought a little bit and came back, my mother will take it immediately when I wait for me." ”

After saying that, Xiahou Yuchen ran home.

The Yunzhong family is usually good, and Xiahou Yuchen didn't hear the Yunzhong family say bad things about thyme, so he was so willing to help.

Xiahou Yuchen moved quickly and did not hesitate.

This is the moment of life and death.

Thyme frowned and thought of a recipe in her heart that could cure postpartum blood collapse, which was a recipe for decoction of cooked mugwort with ejiao and dried ginger, but now there is no cooked mugwort!

Ejiao may also not have one.

"Do you know how long your mugwort has been stored? The longer the better. Thyme was a little anxious at the moment.

The people in the village usually have a lot of prejudice against thyme, but now only thyme is present who can cure diseases and save people, and everyone seems to have found the backbone, and they all cooperate and say: "I am from last year." ”

"I'm this year."

"I've been doing this for the longest time, three years ago." An old woman said busily.

Hearing the old woman's words, Thyme was overjoyed and immediately took the mugwort leaf in the old woman's hand.

Pick the leaves immediately.

"Who in your family has a scale?"

The mother in the cloud immediately said: "I have it at home, and I will get it immediately when my wife waits." ”

Yun Zhongniang personally entered the house and took out the scale after a while.

Thyme puts the picked mugwort leaves in the scale, and the mugwort leaves and ginger are only three dollars.

After weighing the mugwort leaves, he handed it to the mother in the clouds: "Auntie, take it and fry the water." ”

At this moment, Xiahou Yuchen hurriedly walked in: "Everyone let me." ”

Xiahou Yuchen held the ginger in his hand and handed it to the thyme.

The same three coins, after being weighed, were handed to the old woman.

"Hurry up and fry the water, by the way, is it okay to fry the mountain ginseng?"

Almost a quarter of an hour had passed, and the old woman nodded and went into the stove room.

"Madame."

Thyme hurriedly walked into the stove room, poured the fried soup into the bowl, and quickly cooled it.

"This ginseng continues to fry."

After saying that, Thyme walked in with the soup.

The midwife has probably cleaned up, and the mother is getting weaker and weaker.

Thyme asked the midwife to hold the woman, and she fed the woman a small spoonful.

"What to do? Now it looks like it's more out of breath and less air intake, but don't be unable to hold it! "The midwife also took pity on the woman, after all, she was still young.

Thyme encouraged the mother while feeding: "You have to hold on, do you know that you have a son?" Do you know how cute a child is? He's waiting for you to get up and feed him! That little touch looks like you, you are still young, the future is still very long, the child also needs you to accompany him to grow up slowly, you must persevere. ”

Thyme muttered these words over and over again, hoping that the mother would hear them.

After a while, the mother in the cloud served the dried ginseng soup again.

Thyme was fed spoonful by spoonful.

Many people in the village outside were secretly worried, and many women did not leave the courtyard.

Xiahou Yuchen stood in the corner of the courtyard and looked nervously at the inside of the house.

Many people also stood on the path at the entrance of the village, hoping to see the horse-drawn carriage coming back from the clouds on the road.

Finally, someone in the village shouted loudly: "Yunzhong is back, the doctor is here." ”

Thyme, who was sitting in the room, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Now the amount of bleeding of the mother is much smaller, and it is gradually approaching the normal amount of bleeding, and her face is a little better.

Nothing should have happened! Thyme thought to herself.

The doctor walked in after a while, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a medicine box on his body and a little anxious on his face.