Xie Wei closed his eyes, took a small dagger to cut off the clothes that were pulled by the child, and walked out of the house with some staggering.

"Ahh The drama company stood at the foot of the stairs.

He found out last night that Xie Wei had sneaked out, so he found a place to place the sick child, but he was told by the doctor that he would be treated all night, and the idlers could not enter, so he could only wait outside.

He has a good ear, and although he can't see what's going on inside, he guesses the situation inside by listening.

"Brother." Xie Wei raised his head to look at him, and carried out treatment in the middle of the night, the sky was already transparent, and the morning light was blocked by the tall figure of the drama company, outlining the golden edge of his outline.

Behind her, a healer hurried out and summoned two servants into the house to collect the dead child.

Xie Wei breathed a long sigh of relief, it was not that she had never seen a corpse, but it was really a long, long time since she had seen a living person turn cold in front of her.

The distance between life and death is so close.

"The big piece carries me in shape, labors me to live, I grow old, and rests me to die...... Therefore those who are good to me live, so good to me to die. ”

When Yi Shen came out, he heard her chanting these two sentences softly, her eyes sank, and she stroked her soft hair, "Doctors can do something, and they can't do something, this so-called 'do your best, obey the destiny of heaven', Qing is to solve your worries, why worry about it?" ”

Some diseases can be cured by doctors, and some cannot be cured, which is the so-called "do a good job of what can be done, and then wait for the will of heaven to be fulfilled", since you call it "relieving worries", why should you be sad about this?

"Yes." Xie raised his eyes, took off the masked white su, and took off his coat, "One son is dead, there are still four children left, and he is disturbed by the epidemic all night, and he should be worried and self-encouraged." ”

Yes, one died, and there are still four children waiting for treatment, so naturally you can't give up on other children because of a moment of frustration.

"This thing ......" the doctor Shen stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand lay quietly an oval stone, peacock blue, shining in the sun with a sparkling brilliance like silver dust.

If I'm not mistaken, this is probably the object that fell out of the boy's arms when he was dying, and he was still muttering "Wu"? Do you want someone to give this stone to someone named "Wu"?

"Sorrow may take it for the time being, so that it may be returned to its owner." Yi Shen's meaning is very clear, because the child refused to let go of Xie Wei before he died, most likely because he hoped that Xie Wei would hand over this thing to others for him, but the problem was that she didn't know who that "Wu" was.

"It's okay for children." Yi Shen held the slightly cool little hand of Xie Wei and looked at the drama company, "Don't worry." ”

Although Ju Lian was not at ease, the matter of relieving his worries and wanting to treat the epidemic was told to him by Yi Shu, who was not only an elder among the Mo doctors, but also had a good reputation in the entire Mo family, and he did not dare to refute the things he proposed.

Yi Shen went to change his clothes with relief.

In the past four years, for the first time, Xie Wu took off his mourning clothes and put on a plain curly skirt, the hem and cuffs were trimmed with dark colored material, and the long hair was tied on the top of his head.

"Worrying, a desperate man." Yi Shen nodded, "Wen Liandao, worry is easy to get used to, easy to be easy, difficult to be angry, worry is just the person." ”

The solution to worries is only a weak and beautiful face, which can be solved by just sketching hastily.

What is rare is the kind of graceful and comfortable bearing on her body, showing people with such a bearing, even if she is petite, others will only regard her as a shy teenager.

Therefore, Yi Shen will say that it is easy to change one's appearance, but it is difficult to change one's own bearing.

Xie Wei heard him mention Yi Rong, most of them promised to teach him in the future, and a faint smile bloomed on his little face, "The ink man has a promise, and the brother can't regret it." ”

"It's a promise." Seeing that she was tidy up, the doctor took her little hand and left the dormitory through the small door on one side.

In the end, the doctor still felt that Xie Wei was too young and did not dare to teach her to have too much contact with the children, so he arranged for Yi Shen to go to the suburbs to collect herbs with Xie Wei.

Xie Wei analyzed the condition of several children last night, and combined with the seasonal region, he finally finalized the drug used for diaphragm-nepeta.

Although the solution of worries is accustomed to the combination of prescriptions, but at this time the theoretical system of compound prescriptions is obviously not mature, most of the doctors on weekdays use single medicine, and some slightly more are only four or five flavors, and the compatibility between each other is still not important.

Medicine is rare, and the solution to worries has to follow the local customs, hoping that this ancient period is less polluted, and the medicinal properties of wild herbs are more violent, so that those rashes can be quickly revealed.

Nepeta grows like Peilan, blooms in summer and autumn, and is very easy to see in the countryside of Chudi.

Its leaves are verdant, ovate, the flower spike is born in the middle of the plant, open white or violet flower spikes, harvest is in the flower to the top, when the spike is still green, collect the above-ground part of nepeta, dry it into medicine, cut it into sections.

The two soon found a wasteland where the nepeta was in full bloom, and clumps of flower spikes rose from the knee-high grass, and the rich purple color seemed like a flame burning from the ground.

Xie Wei took a small sickle, skillfully cut off the grass stalks on the ground, and carried the fresh grass in his clothes.

In addition to nepeta, there are also a lot of weeds growing here, and a few handfuls of mint can help nepeta exert the effect of diaphragm.

"Hu Jiangli and Bi Zhixi, Su Qiulan thought it was admired...... Towards the magnolia of the chaos, the night of the island of the reckless ......" The light voice of the worry swayed, some soft, with a little hoarse, echoing in the morning breeze.

"Phi Pi Lixi with a female dill ...... Du Heng was taken by Shi Lanxi...... "Yi Shen looked at the girl lying in the grass, with a handful of herbs in his arms, a few broken leaves fell from his forehead, and a spike of nepeta flowers was pinned to his clothes and was not willing to be lonely, "Qing is also a mountain ghost." ”

The mountain ghost is the most agile and lovely goddess in the legend of Chudi, and the doctor Shen compares the relief of worries to the mountain ghost, and the love is overflowing.

"Brother Praise." Xie Wei got up with a smile, grabbed his clothes and moved to the side, and spread the herbs he received on the rocks to dry, "The mountain ghost has a pure heart and a deep love, and it is not comparable to worry." ”

She knows that she is no longer the soft-hearted and kind-hearted girl in her previous life, in this life, she can still treat others with a gentle and pure face, but in the bottom of her heart, she will always abide by Yang Zhu's so-called "for me" and "noble self" thoughts, and always put herself in the highest place.

Saving people, yes, within the limits of not threatening her own safety.

How can she compare to a clear-hearted mountain ghost?

So she doesn't want anyone to praise her like this, and she doesn't want to accept such praise from others.

"Qing has something on his mind." The doctor glanced at her and helped her spread out the herbs, a pile of nepeta, a pile of mint, and the fresh weeds were scorched by the sun, steaming up the curling fragrance.