After finishing writing, Zhu Yan saw a stack of yellow paper with a package of medicine on the table, and couldn't help but cast a smiling glance at Xu Suzhen. It seems that Xu Silk Zhen really plans to make herself a doctor.

In her opinion, there is nothing wrong with studying medicine, but in her impression, ancient healers originated from witches, gradually developed, and later generations belonged to the scope of magic techniques, which were similar to astronomy, calendar, five elements, divination, physiognomy, fangzhong, and alchemy. In the final analysis, the status is very low, and most of them are not respected by others.

A son like Yuan Xuanqing is naturally praised for being able to learn some medical skills, but if she wants to make a career out of medicine, she is afraid that she will be treated with more white eyes.

Miss Zhu ......" The woman who sought medical treatment saw that she was distracted, lowered her head and muttered, "We don't have much money at home, if you want to write a prescription, can you not ......use it?"

Zhu Yan came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and glanced at his recipe, "Glutinous rice, red beans, yams, seeds, barley, lotus seeds, red dates, rock sugar...... These things are not valuable medicinal materials. ”

The woman's eyes widened when she heard this, "But girl, these things are not boiled medicine, but porridge......"

"Well, I was about to say that." Zhu Yan folded the pieces of paper with the recipe written in a boxy box, took a piece of yellow paper and wrapped it, and imperceptibly took out a small piece of broken silver from his sleeve, secretly wrapped it in, and then handed it to the woman.

"According to the amount of the recipe, boil it into porridge every day, give it to the child to drink, just one meal a day, and drink some ordinary thin porridge when you are hungry at other times, and drink tea made of tangerine peel if you are thirsty on weekdays."

Speaking of the doctor's order, Zhu Yan's expression was a little stiff, "Eat like this for a month, if it gets better, then do it again, if it doesn't work, then Zhu Yan has no good way." ”

"But Miss Zhu, this is ordinary sweet porridge, how can it be effective?" The woman muttered unwillingly, and noticed that there was a piece of hard broken silver in the package handed over by Zhu Yan, so she closed her mouth in disagreement.

Anyway, my son has been cured of this disease for many years, and now he is also a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and Zhu Yan gave him the money to buy medicine, so the fool didn't try it.

"Miss Zhu." The child's father saw that his wife had accepted the prescription, and he went out without thanking him, he couldn't help frowning slightly, picked up the child and walked slowly to Zhu Yan.

"What do you want to ask?" Zhu Yan looked up, the man in front of him was about thirty years old, but due to the hardships and tortures of life, several deep furrows had already appeared on his face prematurely, and only a pair of eyes still revealed a ray of resolute light. With just one glance, Zhu Yan could see that this father, who didn't talk much, although he didn't declare his love and mercy for his children, he had real care and love for his children, and he would never give up until the last moment.

"Thank you girl for her treatment, in addition, Clumsy Jing is hopeless because of the child's long-term illness, and she is a little moody, if you bump into the girl for a while, I hope you will understand." He bowed his head slightly, and he spoke with a lot of grace.

Zhu Yan returned the salute and softened his voice, but he smiled confidently on his face, "Sir, don't worry. Although Zhu Yan's recipe is ordinary, it may really cure Ling Lang's illness, please stick to it for a month. ”

What she was afraid of was never that the patient was unwilling to take the medicine, but that when a dose of medicine did not work for a while or even the condition worsened, the patient would immediately stop the medicine, and even go to the doctor to theorize and ignore the doctor's advice.

“…… I believed in the girl, but I was curious. The man's expression was sincere, after all, this child has been sick for many years, how many famous doctors he has begged, and how many precious medicinal materials he has eaten are always useless, if Zhu Yan's bowl of porridge can be cured, who can believe it?

"Ling Lang's illness is atrophy, because of congenital deficiencies, and the acquired large amount of drugs hurt the spleen and stomach." Zhu Yan closed his eyes slightly, recalling those theories of curing diseases, "The spleen and stomach are in the limbs of the body, once the spleen and stomach are injured, they will naturally be unable to move." ”

Zhu Yan fell on the child who was shrunk in his father's arms, with some pity, and asked softly: "Good boy, my sister has prescribed a recipe for you, it is delicious sweet porridge, can you promise my sister that you must drink a bowl every day?" ”

"Well, it's a good ......" The child's voice was weak, but there was a faint firmness. Although he was unable to stand and walk, he suffered a lot, but he was more sensible than children of the same age.

"Thank you, girl." The man raised his eyebrows, pulled up the child's clothes, lowered his head and walked out of the door, stepped out of the threshold, and stopped and turned around, "Girl, under the surname Dou, a single name and a Sui character." ”

Zhu Yan didn't understand why he introduced himself, but when he saw that he said it solemnly, he nodded and smiled, "Mr. Dou, Ling Lang's illness will definitely be saved." ”

"May it be as the girl said."

Xu Suzhen watched Dou Sui's figure disappear into the bamboo forest, and her cloudy gaze became distant, like a pool of bottomless cold water, "Yanzi, do you know that there was a prime minister of the previous dynasty named Dou Yuan." ”

Change of dynasty...... Calm the chaos and relieve the difficulties in all directions......

What does Xu Silk Zhen mean that this person is the widow of the previous dynasty?

"Mother, how can the swallow know this?" Zhu Yan didn't want to care about these things, so he smiled deliberately and lowered his head to sort out the pen and ink on the table.

"The daughter-in-law of the Bian family is the eldest daughter of the Yuan family, a tyrant in Beijing, so the lady over there has tried her best to save her daughter-in-law's life." Xu Suzhen clasped the table and said softly, "As for this Yuan family, he was also an important minister of the previous dynasty, but when others walked and died, he joined the enemy, turned into a minister, and became someone else's courtier." ”

Zhu Yan lowered his eyebrows and didn't speak, thinking of Yuan Xuanqing's polite appearance, presumably his father shouldn't be a despicable villain? Maybe there is also an unspeakable hardship in defecting to the enemy...... There are still a lot of such things in history.

"Mother seems to know a lot of ......" Zhu Yan smiled astringently, Xu Suzhen said that she hoped that she would not have anything to do with the capital, if she learned that it was Yuan Gongzi, who was the tyrant of the capital, sent her back today, I don't know how to be angry.

"Your father was originally a businessman in Beijing, and he is not afraid of you being annoyed, since ancient times, officials and businessmen colluded, rich people want to be powerful, and powerful people want to have money to save face. How can the lord not know about their things? Xu Silk Zhen furrowed her sparse eyebrows, as if she was very disdainful of those.

Zhu Yan smiled slightly bitterly, Xu Suzhen is actually an understanding person, but for herself, she has always faced those people with a servile face, including the Yang family, Mei Niang and the debt-collecting Liu Daba, and even her own brother Wang Ximing, they are all flattering, which is really too aggrieved.