Another path through the plum garden is the courtyard wall. There is a side door in the corner, the door is unlocked, and you can get out with a light push.

The outside of the wall and the inside of the wall are like two worlds.

It's not dirty outside the wall, but the clutter is obvious, and the cleanest place is a row of three large rooms separated from the plum garden. That's the place where the most commotion is right now.

In the open space in front of the house, a woman in a silk skirt fell to the ground, and beside her sat a little girl, about four or five years old, with a sallow face and as thin as a handful of firewood.

Seeing this little girl, Wei Jin subconsciously tightened and took her sister's hand.

She instantly remembered that when she woke up, she was no better than this little girl.

"Sister." Sihua also felt it when she touched it, approached Wei Jin, screamed softly and glutinously, and looked up at her.

"Don't be afraid." She comforted her sister and turned her head to look at Lan Xiang, "Lan Xiang helped me look at the four flowers." I'll go over and see how it goes. ”

"Third Miss......" Lan Xiang frowned, wanting to stop her, but was hugged by Sihua'er's arm.

"Lan Xiang, my sister is measured." Wei Jue smiled at Lan Xiang and took her arm instead, "Can Lan Xiang accompany me to see that child?" ”

At the edge of the crowd, a small, thin-headed child sat in a bamboo-backed basket, leaning against the wall to keep from falling. Next to the bamboo-backed basket was a young novice of about five or six years old, who reached out to support the bamboo basket and padd his feet, wanting to see the situation of the middle-aged woman.

After Wei Jin passed, he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, he just carried the hem of his skirt and half-squatted and half-knelt down, took the woman's hand, selected the acupuncture points and began to stimulate.

Judging from the situation just now, this woman fainted after a moment of blood and qi upsurge, blinded by Qingming, in other words, acute shock caused by high blood pressure.

She is not Langzhong, but she learned a little first aid from Lao Dao and You Fanglang, and she doesn't know if it can come in handy, but she can't do it when she sees that she can't do anything.

Maybe it's the right symptom, or maybe the person's blood calmed down, and the person gradually woke up.

The big monk next to him was also relieved when he saw the woman open her eyes.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at the sky without love.

"You don't even want your daughter for your son?"

Wei Jin's voice was a little cold. If it weren't for the distress she felt when she looked at the little girl, she wouldn't have said this.

After saying that, she got up and rubbed the little girl's head by the way. The hair is greasy, and it is not as smooth as it should be, like a straw whisker wrapped in a layer of dirt.

The great monk sang a song and found someone to come and see the woman, and he led Wei Jin and his party into the medical room of Shantang.

When he entered the door, Wei Jin glanced at the stupid boy, and had to say that although the other party had a problem with his intelligence, in terms of appearance, he was very different from his sister.

Seeing this, Wei Jin frowned again.

The large room of the infirmary is also divided into inner and outer rooms. In the outer room, there is a table and two wooden stools, and on the table are the pulse diagnosis wrist pillow and a few simple utensils.

The inner chamber is simpler, an ordinary low table, three or four futons.

The novice who had brought them to the next clinic took two futons and sat down in the group.

"They are also poor people, my Buddha is merciful, and if I can save for a while, I will save for a while." The great monk spoke softly, and the compassion between his eyebrows was simply visible to the naked eye.

"It's just that the poor monk's medical skills are not high, and he can only diagnose and treat some minor diseases, if Chen Niangzi's young son has that kind of symptoms, he has never heard of it in his life, and he has no way to start."

Wei Jin nodded and was silent for a while.

"Can you please ask the great monk to bring the child in and let me have a look? In my early years, my parents had seen two or three such symptoms, and I was told at that time that there were some characteristics that could be identified, and I tried to see if I could distinguish them. ”

The big monk turned his head and glanced at the little novice, who turned around and went out, and after a while he carried the bamboo-backed basket in, followed by the little girl who was firmly dragging the bamboo-backed basket.

When the little girl saw Wei Jin and them, she shrank for a moment, but she still didn't let go of her hand.

"Come here, let me see if your brother is okay?"

With a gentle smile, Wei Jin did not directly go to hug the child, but beckoned the little girl to come to her with her, and then took her other hand and loosely held it in her palm.

She didn't seem to be very old, and she was much kinder than the high-ranking ladies and ladies that the little girl had seen before. The little girl was stunned for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Please ask the little monk to help bring a futon and sit down for the little girl." Turning his head and looking at the little girl again, "You just sit here, look at your brother, I may have to ask you something later, you need to tell me clearly, otherwise your brother will not be able to get well for the rest of his life." ”

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she said timidly: "Can Miss cure my brother?" ”

"I don't dare to say it, but I'll have to check it out to find out."

After speaking, she asked Lan Xiang to take out the child.

Before, she thought that this child's head was big and his body was small, and his mental retardation must have something to do with it. But there are many possible symptoms of a big head and a small body, and she only vaguely remembers a few obvious symptoms. This is when I went to targeted poverty alleviation, I participated in a special training class, and the teacher taught me.

She held the child in her arms and examined it slowly, explaining why she was doing this as she went.

The big monk next to him asked Xiao Shami to send pen, ink, paper and inkstone early, and he wrote down all what Wei Jin said.

Wei Jin thought about it, and checked and ruled it out point by point, and finally concluded that the most likely thing for this child was that the skull development was somewhat deformed due to dystocia, and then because the family was too poor and the nutrition could not keep up, this situation would occur.

The great monk also only diagnosed the child's lack of yang qi, qi and blood deficiency, and he didn't understand the others, and sometimes it was better after taking a few pills, but most of the time there was no improvement.

"This disease is easy to treat, but it is difficult to say."

Wei Jin's delicate brows frowned slightly: "In the end, it is also because of the poverty of the family, the poor food, and the congenital bad that it hurt the roots." If you can eat better, you will recover slowly, but if you let it go......"

Wei Jin shook his head, put the child back in the bamboo back basket, turned his head and took the little girl's hand again.

Compared with the appearance of the little boy, she always had a feeling that the little girl's problem might be a little bigger.

This concern was confirmed after she insisted that the little girl be examined.

Sihua on the side silently bit her lip, and a sense of fear welled up in her heart.

If, if Sanhua'er hadn't been awake at the beginning, would she be like this little girl today, she was still at the age of budding, and she was already doomed to die early.

The little girl was stunned for a moment after hearing the words of the great monk and Wei Jin, but after a while, she did not cry as they imagined, but grinned.