"Why use anesthetics?" Chi'er asked.

"The treatment method with anesthetic drugs is mainly to block nerve conduction, relieve pain, produce local tissue relaxation, dilate blood vessels, improve local blood circulation, and increase local blood supply and oxygen." Zhang Bo said.

"It became anesthesiology." Chi'er realized.

"Yes. Pain point block therapy is not a closed therapy. For some intractable pain, local anesthesia is the mainstay, and the corresponding drugs are added to form an analgesic complex, which can relieve pain, anti-inflammatory and swelling, loosen adhesions, and nourish nerves, especially for some sudden pain and temporary pain, which has a peculiar curative effect. Zhang Bo explained clearly.

"There are no contraindications in dispensing." Chi'er is careful. Ask.

"There are several kinds of compounds, and there are different treatment methods for different parts of the root. This is not difficult until I list it in writing. "Zhang Bo is very responsible.

"Is it difficult?" Chi'er asked.

"After a few injections, you will become proficient, and you have the wisdom of being a doctor." Zhang Bo finally praised Chi'er so that she would not be timid.

"I'll go into the city early tomorrow morning and buy everything I need." The red heart thunder calendar is popular.

"You're so impatient, and you're not in love, just sing a minor tune and kiss." Zhou Guang joked.

"There is a big brother in our house, and I will be more careful in the future, and I can't talk nonsense." Chi'er blushed.

Zhang Bo smiled and didn't speak.

"Whoever said nonsense, I'm here again." The voice reached the house, it was Zhou Pao, holding the crepe dollar in his hand, and walked in.

"Uncle Zhou, sit down, everyone made you angry in the morning, I'll clean up the table, and everyone will drink water." Chi'er said to clean up the dishes quickly. The movements are very neat, and the three gusts of wind go back and forth.

"You have something to do, Uncle Zhou." Zhou Guang asked.

"It's okay, you and Chi'er will keep this 100 million dollars for me, I believe you two." Uncle Zhou Pao was shirtless and barebacked, wearing a pair of big pants up to his knees. He put the dollar on the table.

"Uncle Zhou. We have this kind of money in our family, and we burn it every year in the grave, and it is very popular in the underworld. Chi'er, take the dollars and show them to Uncle Zhou. Zhou Guang was happy and angry.

Chixin took out a pile of bought coins from the dresser inside, all of which were 100 million yuan each.

"Uncle Zhou, I'll give you a few." Chi'er said with a smile, very generous, - send hundreds of millions of dollars.

"This—." Zhou Pao took the banknote and carefully said: "How is it really the same as my one." ”

"This is a dead coin, burned for the dead. Believe it this time! Zhou Guang said.

"Oh..., are they all fake, we are really poor and cheap, Uncle Zhou squatted on the ground all of a sudden, and hung his head in frustration.

"Sit down and drink water!" Zhou Guang said and pulled him up.

"You take your seat." Zhang Bo said. I made a pose please.

"You're a guest, you sit." Uncle Zhou Pao is very polite, but I'm embarrassed.

Zhou Guang pushed Zhou Pao to the upper seat, Zhang Bo accompanied him, and sat on the side by himself. It's like receiving a foreign guest. You can't sit around.

"Look, I'm an old money addict. You have knowledge, culture, and knowledge, so don't give me general knowledge. "Uncle Zhou is very reasonable. As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Bo.

"No, you are old and experienced, Zhou Guang will not have a small belly." Chi'er said.

"This guest. Gui Geng? "Zhou Pao can drag words, and it's expensive.

"One in fifty this year." Zhang Bo smiled and thought: There is still knowledge in this week, and Gui Geng's greatness is also.

"It's okay to call brother, don't call uncle." Zhou Pao said: "Say it again." All over the world are brothers! ”

"That's not okay, Zhou Guang and I are brothers, and you are a member of the Zhou family, so you are naturally called uncle." Zhang Bo said traditionally.

"I can't see you're so young." Zhou Pao said. Stains.

"Uncle Zhou, when Brother Zhang first came, I thought I would bring a little brother!" Chi'er was embarrassed and blushed.

"Thousands of people, thousands of thoughts, thousands of appearances, I can't comment." Zhang Bo said it shallowly. If you dig deeper, you definitely can't figure it out.

"It's reasonable, it's a cultural person." Zhou Pao looked at the eyeballs and appreciated it very much.

"Uncle Zhou is modest." Zhang Bo admitted.

"Guang Ji, I forgot to ask in the morning, how is your book?" Zhou Pai is very concerned.

"I gave the manuscript fee, seven or eight thousand yuan." Zhou Guang said: "I'm sorry. ″

"Yo! Big money, famous, and beneficial, just write with a pen, seven or eight thousand yuan home, my mother, my nephew is really a rich and noble person. Zhou Pao smiled happily, full of yellow teeth, full of rice embroidery, it seems that he has not brushed his teeth since he was born, and the existing tooth embroidery stone can be chiseled down to repair two miles of road.

"Uncle Zhou, don't go around talking about it, make people laugh." Zhou Guang's face was red. Because of Zhang Bo's reason. Zhang Bo is a great god, the Internet has been promoted to V丨P, collect a part, publish a book and earn another one, more than one million. Its money and wealth are like the mountain spring water in Wanghailing, which is endless, and now Zhou Guang has low self-esteem, vanity, and love face. The kind that literati have.

"Zhou Guang, the heart is pure, this is your weakness, and it will affect your literary creation." Zhang Bo pointed out sharply.

"Yes. Eldest brother. Zhou Guang understood: "As long as there is a reader, it is a success in writing." ”

"Less? Seven or eight thousand is not a lot, which is equivalent to the income of thirty acres of land here. Zhou Pao exclaimed. Get up from your chair and do a tango dance.

"Uncle Zhou, sit down and drink water." Chi'er stepped forward to pour tea.

"Yes, yes, gaffe, gaffe, tea, tea. Zhou Pao returned to his chair and asked Zhang Bo, "Your surname?" ”

"The surname is Zhang, the name is Bo, Zhang Bo, Uncle Zhou can call me Zhang Bo directly." Zhang Bo said modestly.

"Comrade Zhang must also be a university question. Zhou Pao praised.

"Normally, literate." Zhang Bo replied.

"Speaking of literacy, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's ancestors. It's the university asks. We have ten villages, and he is a big pen. Zhou Pao said, his drooping eyelids opened, and he came to the spirit, and his spirit was flying.

"Uncle Zhou, talk about that big pen! Zhang Bo felt that the novelty of learning wanted to come out of Zhou Pao's mouth.

"How many years ago, my grandfather's grandfather ancestors went out of the mountains once and learned a good poem. Every Spring Festival to write couplets, even busier, I have to go outside the mountain to exchange red paper, buy two round-mouthed tea bowls, bring back the four treasures of the study, and then... "Uncle Zhou Pao doesn't talk about it, it's stuck.

Chi'er laughed secretly, and Zhou Guang had a smile but no laughter.

"Then write the words on the couplet, isn't it, Uncle Zhou." Zhang Bo asked him to continue.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Pao was reluctant to talk about it, and wilted.

"Let me tell you, every word is very well written, round, some large, some small, more round than the compass, like a wordless inscription, a round hole, he wrote only a few more round holes." Zhou Guang said.

"Round, what's the font?" Zhang Bo was puzzled.

"It's the round round top and bottom of the bowl for drinking water." Zhou Guang said with a smile: "Gu said that he learned from a Taoist. ″

"Is it a circle printed with ink on the mouth of the tea bowl, and the size is evenly matched.

"Yes." Zhou Pao replied.

"What's the content?" Zhang Bo also has something he doesn't understand.

"The upper link is seven large circles, the lower link is seven small circles, and the horizontal batch is two large circles plus two small circles." When people asked him what kind of witty phrase this was, he shook his head, smiled silently, and walked away with the couplet and pasted it on the door. Zhou Guangshen said secretly.

"Who cracked the contents of this couplet?" Zhang Bo asked.

"There is a traveling monk who has passed by Huayuan since then, everyone asks him for advice, if you can answer, give him a bowl of millet." Zhou Guang said with a smile.

His request was for each family to give a bowl of millet, and the people of the ten villages recognized it and promised to give each elephant a bowl of millet. Each family must read the content of the couplet, and the monk pondered for a moment and agreed. Zhou Guang said.

"Start reading from a village, and cash out millet after reading." Zhang Bowu realized something.

"Exactly." Zhou Guang said, unable to laugh.

"Contents?" Zhang Bo continued to ask.

"Year after year, year after year, year after year, over and over again, horizontal criticism: year after year." Zhou Guang said. Reply.

"Every family reads like this, and when they finish reading, they are given a big bowl of millet, and it is said that they have collected a good bag of rice and built a temple on Wanghai Mountain. Later, everyone said that the senior monk was the teacher of Uncle Zhou's ancestors. Zhou Guang said.

"That eminent monk comes to read me every year, and reading it is equivalent to enlightenment, auspiciousness. So every year every family has to give him a bowl of rice. Zhang Bo said.

"Yes." Zhou Guang replied.

In fact, although this couplet is ordinary, it also has profoundness. Zhang Bo said: "Think about it, what is the tone of the three words when you read the remaining words." Zhang Bo smiled and said: "Every year, every year, every year." This meaning, the rich celebrate the New Year, it is really like a year, happy, joyful, the sound of firecrackers, seven plates and eight lamps, guessing the boxing order, like a year. The poor celebrate the New Year, year after year, year after year, poor and destitute, hungry and cold, but this year. I have passed, I have passed, I have passed, the wealth is uneven, what kind of mood is it to live, although this monk is selfish, he still sent out two kinds of people's Spring Festival from the bottom of his heart, every year, over. This is taken apart in batches. Zhang Bo said, a little sigh.

"No one has explained it for many years, big brother, big talent. Zhou Guang was ashamed.

"Big brother is about to become a man of heaven and earth." Chi'er also admires Zhang Bo.

"You have been through more than my ancestors." Uncle Zhou shouted.

"It's not better than your ancestor, he saw through the red dust, united with the monks, set a trap for the common people, found a place for himself to live, and was willing to become a monk, just on Wanghai Mountain." Zhang Bo was a little angry.

"You're right, just three years after the temple was built, he became a monk in Wanghailing." Zhou Guang said.

"You're capable!!" Zhou Pao cried because he felt ashamed.

"So, there are stories in these couplets, and when the couplets were first produced, I'll tell you about them." Zhang Bo said. The brain clicks on the program.

To be continued. (To be continued......)

PS: As promised? This chapter has been updated