Stone reluctantly put the book back on the shelf, sighed, and slipped his blank gaze off the shelf.

When his eyes caught sight of the copper rod placed on Uncle Hai's bed, he found an outlet for his decadent mood, which was his innate temperament and the vice left by the pride of his family.

He walked to the side of the bed, picked up the copper rod and danced slowly and leisurely a few times, and suddenly turned the head of the rod towards the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", and yelled in a serious manner: "Hide in the corner!" ”

He began to get pleasure from the game of changing the medical book, compensating for the book's setback.

"If you're willing to listen to my stone, I'll let you go back, or you'll stay in the corner!" The stone solemnly and solemnly intimidated the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing".

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to my master!" The stone pinched his nose, pointed his throat, and took it upon himself to choose a girl's voice for "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing".

Because in the case of the fight between the women of the Geng family who he had omitted for a while, he estimated that the girl would be easier to tame than the man.

The stone was triumphant, as if he had really subdued a tricky opponent, and he danced the copper rod continuously, accompanied by another shout: "Come to me!" The "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" sat on his hand unexpectedly.

A dark shadow swooped up and snatched the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon". Stone panicked and picked up the copper rod and prepared to do it himself.

"Qingmin!" He saw the person snatching things clearly, and fear was replaced by doubt, "What are you doing?" I thought there was a thief! ”

Qingmin didn't pay attention to the stones, turned around and ran to the front room.

The stone came out and shouted, "Don't break my book, I want to read it!" Actually, he didn't know if he would watch it, but there was a worry.

Qingmin lowered his head and flipped through the pages, undistracted, as if he needed something with a clear goal.

The stone suddenly realized: "Oh, you're here to find back gangrene and typhoid fever, right?" Xiaomin, I'm sorry, I thought you ......"

"What's in there?" Qing Min had a strange look and a tough tone.

"Various ...... Disease...... Prescription, I guess that's it. Shi trembled, as if facing his father's severe assessment.

"I'm talking about what you took out of the copper rod!" A fireball erupted from Qingmin's eyes.

"Copper rods? Nothing! The stone took a step back.

"You dare to lie to me? I see you're fiddling with copper rods! This is Uncle Hai's thing, do you dare to take it for yourself? Qing Min was furious, and the resentment he had never felt before did not even appear when he first saw that he had wronged Shi as a villain.

"It's nothing, ouch, I'm playing tricks!" The stone thumped his chest and stood, realizing that he would suffer retribution if he wanted to make amends.

"Juggling?" Qingmin didn't let go, and his grim face was like a restless volcano.

"Well, I'll change it for you again." The stone showed a more dedicated attitude than the master's test, and successively showed all kinds of tricks, and finally convinced Qingmin that it was not the copper rod that could conjure things, but his stone.

When Shi picked up the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing" again, every page in it was unexpectedly friendly to him, perhaps because they saw the difficulty of the stone, maybe the trick did play a good role in regulation, or maybe Qingmin's intimidation was more useful than his father's scolding.

He found that books were not as hideous as he had imagined, and that reading was not difficult to read, but that the world of books had not yet opened up in front of him, and he had fled because he had never gained a motivation.

Stone had read all night, and the next day he was still in good spirits, his hands still on his hand, and his thirst for knowledge was like a source of water rising from a newly chiseled spring.

He was dumbfounded by the great potential in his body, and he felt guilty that he had turned a deaf ear to his father's teachings, so that wrinkles on his father's face took advantage of the void, and gray hair came uninvited.

For the sake of reading, the stone forgot everything. Qingmin tried to remind him several times to visit the sick, but in the end, he got the answer from the principle that sharpening the knife is not the wrong woodcutter, and agreed that their first priority was to master basic pharmacology.

Stone only sleeps two hours a day, and finds a drop in the ocean in the great science of Chinese medicine.

He may not be able to cure typhoid fever or back gangrene, but he has at least learned the basics, and thus affirmed three things.

First, Uncle Wu has dorsal gangrene and must not eat goose meat. Second, Uncle Zhang had typhoid fever coughing up blood, and he must not drink wine made from glutinous rice. Third, together with Qiu'er's family, these three families behaved strangely and pretended to be sick.

On the crisp autumn morning of the eighth day, Shi offered to go to the patient's house.

Qing Min is as happy as a dead tree in spring, in her mind, the brilliant stone has obtained the magic weapon to win, and it is only one step away from finding out the truth and returning Uncle Hai's innocence.

"Let's go to Uncle Wang's house. Let me tell you a little bit about them. Uncle Wang is very pitiful, with a blind mother and an eight-year-old child. He had a child in his old age, and he didn't be happy for long, and his wife died before the baby was a year old. He has to take care of both his mother and his son. Now that he is sick and suffering from dysentery, I don't know how his family will survive? ”

"Dysentery?" If it weren't for the seven days and seven nights of reading medical books, I'm afraid Shi wouldn't have known what these two words meant, let alone the related symptoms and prescriptions.

"That's what Uncle Hai said, and said that he would recuperate slowly."

Before he arrived at the door of Uncle Wang's house, he looked at it from a distance, and a child took a long stick and climbed on a tree and beat it indiscriminately.

"What is the kid doing?" Stone asked.

"Beat persimmons! Look at how big that persimmon tree is, and the yellow persimmons make me drool. Qingmin ran quickly to the persimmon tree, and the stone followed closely behind.

"Cow, beat persimmons. You can't do this, someone has to pick it up below, otherwise it's all rotten! Qingmin lifted the outer skirt to make a pocket, ready to catch the falling persimmon.

"Sister Xiaomin, then you can help me continue." Niu Zihan smiled, the wooden sticks in his hands never stopped, their accuracy was very poor, either off or crooked or empty.

"Okay, I'll help you." Qingmin swayed back and forth under the tree, as if countless persimmons would fall one after another, "Come, throw here." ”

The cow hit it crookedly, and finally laid down dozens of persimmons.

"Enough, enough," Qingmin held her dress, "You beat so many persimmons, your father and grandmother can't finish eating!" ”

"Sister Xiaomin, my father said to make persimmons, let me make more."

"Okay, then you slow down, or you fall to the ground, it's all rotten, it's a pity." Qingmin put the persimmon he had caught aside and reloaded.

"Sister Xiaomin, my persimmons are ready, I'll send you a basket."

"Doodoo, doodoo", accompanied by the crisp sound of crutches hitting the ground, a white-haired woman in her eighties walked out of the back room and crossed the threshold to the courtyard: "Niuzi, who are you talking to?" Got a guest? Her eyes were dull, staring blankly at a place where no one was around.

"Grandma, it's Sister Xiaomin, and there's a big brother."

Qingmin walked to the old man's side and helped her: "Mother-in-law, slow down." ”

The old man grabbed Xiaomin's hand.

"Mother-in-law, let's come to see Uncle Wang. Is he getting better? ”

"Lying in the back room!" Although the old man is old, he is full of energy, and his voice is like a bell.

"Let's go in and see Uncle Wang." Qingmin said to the stone.

"Hmm." Stone nodded.

After taking two steps, the old man staggered and leaned to the side. Fortunately, Qingmin supported her and didn't fall. When the cow saw this scene in the tree, he shouted anxiously, "Grandma, be careful." "The stone looked at the ground, and the ground was flat.

"Niuzi, grandma is fine. Grandma is old, it's useless! The old man gasped, rested for a moment, picked up his cane, and walked tremblingly across the threshold to the back room.

The room was very simple, a bed made of wooden planks looked like it was going to disintegrate at any moment, a narrow table was barely balanced by tiles of different legs, and two blackened bamboo chairs had faded from their original appearance.

On the bed lay a man in his sixties, although thin, but in good spirits. He was covered with three quilts. Seeing Qingmin and Shi enter the house, he struggled to prop himself up with his hands and said, "There are guests, let me pour you a glass of water." ”

Qing Min hurriedly waved his hand: "No need, Uncle Wang, what are you polite to me." We're just here to see how you're doing? ”

"I'm sick, just drag it out, I don't have the money to hire a doctor. In the past, Uncle Hai didn't charge us for medical treatment, Uncle Hai is a good person. It was only later that Uncle Wang ...... did not continue, as if he was immersed in endless sadness and could not extricate himself.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Hai treated you, what happened later?" Qingmin inquired cautiously.

Uncle Wang just sighed and refused to speak again.

"Uncle Wang, this is tired, Xiaomin, let's go back first, don't disturb Uncle Wang's rest." Stone smiled.

Qingmin nodded knowingly, she had learned to see the progress of the visit in the eyes of the stone.

"Uncle Wang, then you have a good rest, let's go first."

On the way, Qingmin no longer pesters the stone like a difficult child begging for a toy to tell her about Uncle Wang's house, and she trusts the stone more than she could have imagined.

"The remaining one is the only patient who Uncle Hai was cured by him in his consultation last month, and it is a child, about three or four years old. The Qian family is the richest family in our valley. Their children's illness can make the adults anxious, but fortunately, Uncle Hai cured their children's illness. ”

But it's strange to say that in the past, Uncle Hai would visit their family to see a doctor, and they would come to the door every time to send generous gifts to express their gratitude. They knew that Uncle Hai liked flowers and plants, so they asked their friends on the rivers and lakes to bring flowers and plants from all over the Central Plains, and even from the Western Regions. But this time, after Uncle Hai cured their children's illness, they did not come to visit. I'm afraid that Uncle Hai has an accident, and they are afraid that others will gossip, so they will avoid us. ”

Qingmin shook his head, full of emotion about the warmth and coldness of human feelings.