The anesthetic can be made, up to Min Fangqi, down to Jinyan, have paid sleepless efforts, Xiao Ming every three days to the store to sit in the backyard to see the finished product, the test efficacy pointed out that the insufficiency, after repeated tests, finally comparable to the modern anesthetic made.

The newly developed anesthetic has only been tested on animals and has not yet been used in human experiments, so in order to make the anesthetic work at its best, it is necessary to use a syringe and inject it directly into the human body.

Min Fangqi has a new trouble, that is, the syringe, if you want to inject anesthetic into the skin, you must have a very fine needle, but in Ping'an Town, even the syringe can't be made, in desperation, Min Fangqi had to take the sample given by Xiao Ming, ready to go to the capital, hoping to find a skilled craftsman to make the syringe.

There is another important thing for him to return to the capital, that is, to attend the wedding of his wife and brother Kong Lin, as the old son of the old lady of the Kong family, Kong Lin has been favored by his parents and older brothers and sisters since he was a child. The Kong family is a century-old scholarly disciple, and in its Kong family, there are now three people who are officials in the court, and there are countless talented children, and now the youngest child of the old lady of the Kong family wants to get married, and he is married to a famous family in the capital, and the Kong family is ready to have a good time, as the eldest brother-in-law Min Fangqi must attend.

In addition to sitting for the clinic today, Xiao Ming also has to see off Senior Brother Min.

Xiao Ming knew that Kong Lin was going to get married and couldn't come back, so he specially prepared twenty jars of fruit wine as a gift, and asked Senior Brother Min to take it to the capital, after waiting for more than a month of fermentation and brewing, the taste is mellow, exuding the original fragrance of the fruit, and the fragrance is far away. Full of praise for his favorite wine.

Kong Lin gave a lot of special gifts from the capital after Xiao Ming's moving banquet, and Xiao Ming gave her newly brewed fruit wine as a wedding gift.

After sending Min Fangqi away, Xiao Ming began a day's routine work, sitting in the clinic to see a doctor.

Ping'an Town is just a small town, most of the patients who usually see a cold and flu are commonly, and the bleeding and injured injuries are rarely encountered, and it is really rare for Jiang Sihai to be so seriously injured, so up to now, the anesthetic they invented has not really come in handy, even the sutures have not been used in practice.

At night, Xiao Han and Xiao Yu told Xiao Ming what they had seen and heard on Huilong Mountain outside the city with Mr. Wu today, and the two were in a good mood and were very interested.

"Sister, look at the scenery I painted on Huilong Mountain today." Xiao Han proudly took out today's painting, which was praised by Mr. Wu, who has always been strict.

"Auntie, you see this is my writing in big letters, which is better than my uncle's." Xiao Yu, the little bun, took out the big characters he wrote, crossed Xiao Han, and asked Xiao Ming to read his words first.

"It's all good, how about we frame it and hang it." Xiao Ming smiled, took a closer look at the works of the two, and praised her brother's paintings and her nephew's big characters, which were great improvements compared to before, and they were better than her.

She can write calligraphy or thanks to her grandfather's blessing, grandpa has always maintained the habit of writing prescriptions with a brush, she followed behind, followed by practice, and also developed the habit of prescribing with a brush, now I think about it, I am really glad that I learned calligraphy, otherwise in this ancient time, even Yu'er who was less than seven years old could not compare.

Xiao Ming said to hang up the painting and the big characters, so that the two of them were very embarrassed, their faces were red, they had seen Mr. Wu's paintings and calligraphy, the wonderful pen is vivid, lifelike, every word is the face of the muscles and willow bones, flowing clouds and water, every visitor to watch is full of praise, his calligraphy and painting in the market is hard to find. Hang up what they wrote themselves, ······

"Just hang it in the study, and we'll see for ourselves."

The two of them nodded happily.

"Sister, Mr. Wu likes the canned food and dried fruits you gave me very much." Xiao Han said suddenly.

"And the wine, Mr. Wu also likes it." Xiao Yu added.

"Really, then let's send more and ask Mr. Wu to compensate. As a teacher for one day and a father for life, Mr. Wu has taught you with all his heart, and you must respect him. Xiao Ming later learned that Mr. Wu's family was in the old house in Suzhou, and he had stayed in Ping'an Town because of Xiao Han and Xiao Yu.

This made Xiao Ming very unhappy, and the output in the family was constantly sent to Mr. Liu.

The trip to Heijo, which was originally scheduled for the second day, did not materialize. The weather was not beautiful, and in the second half of the night, it rained heavily.

It was the first rainstorm since the beginning of summer, with lightning and thunder, strong winds, and trees being blown to the ground.

Xiao Ming stood in front of the collapsed thatched house in a daze, the thatch and wood on the roof were scattered everywhere, and the original color could no longer be seen when mixed with muddy water.

Although it was a thatched house, it was the house they had lived in for two years, and after a night of wind and rain, it collapsed without withstanding the ravages of the storm.

Xiao Ming and the others are more reluctant to remember it, there are many happy memories of them, even if they built a new yard, they were not willing to demolish it, and placed some firewood farm tools.

"Sister, our house has collapsed." Xiao Ming's eyes were straight, looking at the ruin in front of him, his thoughts hadn't turned around yet.

"Uncle, this is the old house." Xiao Yu pulled Xiao Han's sleeve and reminded.

Xia Xiaoba picked up the broken wood on the ground and pinched it gently, and the wood turned into slag.

"This house has been growing for a long time, the wood is rotten, and it is a mud wall, and even if it doesn't rain, it will collapse sooner or later."

"yes, it's been a long time, and everything is old." Xiao Ming muttered, the lifespan of this kind of thatched house is not long. It pours faster under the heavy rain, and there are such houses on the east side of the bridge.

Suddenly, Qiaodong, Aunt Song, and Xiao Ming exclaimed: "Aunt Song, go and see Aunt Song." I didn't care about the muddy road slippery, and ran quickly in the direction of Aunt Song's house.

Xia Xiaoba and Xiao Han reacted and quickly followed.

"Maomao, go." Xia Xiaoba and Mao Mao, who were the fastest, rushed to the front and arrived at Song Daniang's house first.

Xiao Ming walked briskly on the road, praying all the way, hoping that Aunt Song would be safe and sound, but unfortunately there was a microprocessor, and the scene she saw made her unacceptable, just like her family, the thatched house of Aunt Song's house collapsed, and Aunt Song was still buried inside.

Xia Xiaoba and Xiao Han were digging people with their bare hands in the mud, removing the debris pressed on the top little by little, Mao Mao sniffed around with his nose, and suddenly stopped in one place.

"Wang, Wang" slashed with his paws.

"Little brother, Brother Xia, hurry up, in here." Xiao Ming dug up the soil with her bare hands, not caring about the pain of being slammed, debris, and ten fingers, she had only one wish in her heart, that is, Aunt Song could be safe.

She didn't even dare to imagine the consequences of being crushed by the house.

"Aunt Song, you must hold on, we are here to save you."