Chapter 100 Ointment

Ling Qingyun followed the store and went to his son for a follow-up. An Wei accompanied him, not leaving Ling Qingyun every step, for fear that something would happen to Ling Qingyun.

The shopkeeper's youngest son is still crying.

Crying for so long that the child's eyes hurt with crying. The woman in the store tied a pair of thick cotton gloves to the child's hands. In this way, it can not only let the child scratch the itch and relieve the pain for a while; It can also prevent the nails from scratching the wound and aggravating the condition of the wound.

It's just that scratching like this can't solve the root cause, and the child is in pain and keeps trying to tear off the cotton gloves in his hands.

"It's early summer now, and after a long time of wearing such thick gloves, the child's hands will be scrapped." Ling Qingyun couldn't bear it in her heart.

Compared with Jing Banniang, this child's condition is much stricter.

The rubella on his face and arms was red, swollen and ulcerated because he had been scratched for more than ten days, and he was almost pus.

Ling Qingyun rarely encountered such a bad disease.

In the past, even if he really encountered such an illness, it was Wang Qilang who took action, not wanting Ling Qingyun to see it uncomfortable.

"Your nobleman, will you show him again?" The shopkeeper begged Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun nodded and said, "I'll check the pulse first." ”

The shopkeeper took off the cotton gloves on one of the child's hands. As soon as he took it off, the child struggled to scratch it on his own, almost roaring.

The shopkeeper and his woman worked together to hold the child down.

Ling Qingyun sat down to ask for a consultation, and her ears were full of the child's terrible cries and shouts, as well as the scolding of the tenants outside, which made her feel uneasy.

After a moment, Ling Qingyun stood up.

The shopkeeper and his woman hurriedly tied the child's hands again.

The child's cry, under this situation, is particularly tragic and tragic. Ling Qingyun looked at him, and her heart swelled with sadness.

"I've only drunk a patch of medicine, and his wind evil has not improved, at least he needs to drink it today to get a little better." Ling Qingyun said to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was sad, and tears were about to fall.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

"I remember the recipe of a ointment, which mainly cures wind and itching. However, I've never made it myself, so I don't know if it's going to work. Ling Qingyun hesitated, but still told the store her thoughts.

As a doctor, if you are not sure about yourself, you can't take the patient lightly as an attempt.

Ling Qingyun didn't want to either.

She had dispensed medicine, but it was all in the presence of Wang Qilang. Something is wrong, Wang Qilang will correct her immediately, but only two kinds of matches.

She has configured those two medicines seven or eight times, and she keeps improving, and she can't make even the slightest mistake. It wasn't until Wang Qilang approved that she personally prepared the medicine that she dared to give it to the patient's family.

Now, she doesn't have a chance to make mistakes and repeats, and no one will correct her.

If it is not done well, it will aggravate the child's condition.

Therefore, Ling Qingyun never dared to speak. However, seeing this child in such pain at this moment, if there was no cooperation from external medicine, even if Ling Qingyun's prescription worked, he would have to be sad for another four or five days.

It's so sinful.

"Noble, please try!" The shopkeeper knelt down for Ling Qingyun and begged her.

The shopkeeper was anxious to save his son, and asked Ling Qingyun to kneel down at every turn.

"I'm not sure I'll make it a success." Ling Qingyun said, "If it fails"

"If it fails, the child is not edified." The shopkeeper said, "Noble, you can try it." In any case, you can't watch this child suffer like this. ”

The child suffers, and the parents are powerless, and their hearts are broken.

There is a glimmer of hope, and parents have grasped it.

The shopkeeper's words encouraged Ling Qingyun.

"Okay, I'll write you a prescription, you go get the medicine, I'll try to prepare it." Ling Qingyun said, "I hope it's useful." ”

The shopkeeper said yes, and gave her paper and ink.

Ling Qingyun lay on the desk and wrote a recipe of "forsythia, white grass root, comfrey, and danpi half a catty each, and two catties each of five peizi, dandelion, and sophora ginseng", and handed it to the store.

She told the shopkeeper: "Take this to grab the medicine, the people in the pharmacy will definitely ask why the dosage is so large, and may persuade you to change the prescription." Don't change it, I don't use all of these medicines, I'm just afraid of failure, and there are still a few chances to try. ”

Her recipe is used to cool the blood, dispel wind, detoxify and relieve itching.

The shopkeeper nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, I'll go and grab the medicine myself!" ”

When the store went to grab the medicine, there was a shopkeeper who came in with a medicine bowl of decoction and gave the child medicine. This is a recipe I opened yesterday, and I'm still eating.

The child didn't want to drink it, so the woman in the store and the shopkeeper worked together, and it took a lot of effort to pour it down.

Ling Qingyun walked to the door and breathed her breathe.

An Wei also followed her out.

The tragic situation of the shopkeeper's children, An Wei also saw it. However, he has been in the military camp for a long time, and he has also gone on expeditions with his uncle for half a year, and this small injury is a small thing for him, and there is no ripple in his heart.

Ling Qingyun was quite sad.

"Are you alright?" An Wei asked her.

Ling Qingyun nodded, feeling a little depressed: "That kid is quite offended, and he can't bear to look at it." ”

"Take your time, don't rush." An Wei said, "You have good medical skills and can cure him." It doesn't hurt if we delay here for a day or two. ”

Ling Qingyun bowed his head and said, "Since you have encountered it, it is not good to give up halfway." I also want to cure this child and then go home. ”

An Wei agreed.

They were about to arrive in the capital, and they also sent a letter to their families. Now that it is delayed, it is natural to send someone to make a noise, so as not to worry about the family.

This inn is still a day and a half away from the capital.

"You can dispense medicine with peace of mind." An eaves sue sù Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun snorted.

Half an hour later, the shopkeeper hurriedly bought the medicine that Ling Qingyun wanted and handed it over to Ling Qingyun.

"Your honor, you can dispense medicine now." The shopkeeper didn't care whether it was decent or not, and directly urged Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun nodded.

She asked for a secluded room and a small medicine stove, and went in to dispense the medicine herself.

The recipe is remembered.

On Wang Qilang's body, there is a book of Wang's ancestral medicine, called "Wang's Medical Storage", which is all-encompassing.

Even the witch doctor's art is well documented, not to mention the prescription. However, the witch doctor's technique is fate, and Wang Qilang said that Lu Yu had no fate and refused to teach her.

There are as many as 500 prescriptions. Wang Qilang asked Lu Yu to recite it, saying that it is basic for doctors to treat diseases and memorize prescriptions.

Lu Yu has a good memory, so he is proficient.

According to her own memory, she put these medicines into the medicine furnace little by little, slowly prepared and boiled them into a paste.

The eaves were guarding outside the house again.

"I can't figure it out for a while, you go and rest first." Ling Qingyun said to An Yuan, "There is a small inn left and right, what else can I do?" ”

"I'm not tired." An Wei said, "Go get busy, leave me alone." ”

Ling Qingyun said that he couldn't move him, so he had to let him stay outside and slowly concoct the ointment himself. The taste of the medicine is very strong, Ling Qingyun has not been in contact with medicine for a long time, and she has a little cough.

She coughed for a long time.

An Wei heard it and wanted to ask, but he held back and didn't disturb Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun was busy for nearly an hour and a half, sweating all over, even her hair was dripping, and she finally got the ointment ready.

She was exhausted herself.

"Give me the ointment, you go and rest." An Wei took the medicine bowl from her hand. The ointment in the bowl had not yet solidified, but was a little sticky.

Ling Qingyun nodded.

"You sue the shopkeeper and apply it directly. It may hurt a little, but it's okay to wipe it on. Wipe it every half an hour, hopefully it will temporarily relieve the itch. Ling Qingyun said.

An Wei made a note of it.

"Chen Guan, give this ointment to the store." He called out to the nursing home, and then relayed this to the nursing home, and asked the nursing home to take it to the store.

An Wei himself accompanied Ling Qingyun and returned to the West Cross Courtyard.

The shopkeeper sent hot water.

Concocted the ointment, Ling Qingyun used her brain and worked hard, she hadn't slept well last night, and the person seemed to have collapsed in half.

After washing off the sweat all over her body and changing into clean clothes, Ling Qingyun fell asleep when she lay down.

Nianru was with her in the house.

By the time she woke up again, it was already dusk. The sunset shines like a brocade, and the light shines through the window.

Nianru sat on the kang by the window and took a nap, and the sunset fell on her face, giving her white skin a layer of brilliant golden radiance, and her facial features were even more beautiful.

"Nianru?" Ling Qingyun called her.

Nianru woke up suddenly, ran to Ling Qingyun's side with a smile, and asked, "Sister, are you awake?" Are you thirsty? ”

Ling Qingyun was a little thirsty.

She nodded.

Nian Ru diligently poured a glass of water for Ling Qingyun.

"Sister, the shopkeeper came over and said, his kid is not itchy, my sister's medicine is really an elixir, I want to kowtow to my sister! Second Brother An didn't let him disturb his sister and let him go back first. Nian Ru said to Ling Qingyun.

This is probably what An Wei told her.

An Wei knew that Ling Qingyun was still worried about the child's condition.

"That's great." Ling Qingyun laughed, her mood was bright, "Nianru, you call Tazhi to come in and comb my hair, I'm going to get up." ”

Thinking like that, he ran out and called Ling Qingyun's maid.

The maids came in and served Ling Qingyun to change her clothes and comb her hair.

After tidying up, Ling Qingyun was about to go to see the children in the store, but Nianru grabbed Ling Qingyun: "Sister, I want to go too." ”

Ling Qingyun smiled, took her hand, and said, "Let's go, go and have a look." ”

An Wei heard the movement here, and was already waiting at the door.

"The store said that after using the ointment three times, the child stopped itching and is now asleep." An Wei read Fang Cairu's words and sued Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun nodded.

A group of them went to the small courtyard of the store to see the child.

The child's skin was full of ointment, and some of it was black. It was ugly, but the child's itching stopped for a while.

When the shopkeeper and his wife saw Ling Qingyun, they hurriedly wanted to kowtow to her.

Ling Qingyun asked them to excuse themselves, so as not to wake up the child.

"I'll take the pulse." Ling Qingyun said.

The shopkeeper brought her a small pestle and asked her to sit down and check her pulse.

I have already taken three pieces of medicine, and the child's wind evil has gone for more than half, and the itching has temporarily stopped, and the condition is stable.

Ling Qingyun smiled.

Her smile gave the store couple hope for wirelessness, and the two were also overjoyed.

"For the time being, it's stable, and the medicine still has to be eaten." Ling Qingyun said, "After taking these medicines, you should be cured." Ling Qingyun said.

She was delighted.

The first time she tried to dispense ointment on her own, she succeeded.

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