Dr. Wang has been practicing medicine for more than 30 years, and not everyone admires him everywhere he goes in these nearby villages, and where he has been so angry, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted directly.

Wen Dongnuan couldn't take care of him, and instructed Zhou: "Aunt Zhou, please prepare a basin that can sit on people, a large bucket of water and a water scoop first, I will clean your son's wounds." ”

Zhou nodded and turned around and went out the door.

Wen Dongnuan didn't stop her, but when Zhou left, she looked at the village chief again.

"Village chief, please go get some plant ash, that is, the ashes after the weeds are burned, and then stir the proportion of about two catties of grass ash and five catties of water together, let the grass ash dissolve in water, and then filter it with a cloth and bring it to me."

The village chief, who was still hesitating, now heard Dong Nuan's order, and he didn't know how to believe her words, "I'll go now." ”

"What can I do to help?" Seeing that the village chief and the Zhou family were gone, the Zhao family was worried that Wen Dongnuan had other instructions, so he spoke.

"Can my aunt write?" Wen Dongnuan asked.

Zhao shook his head in embarrassment, there is no teacher in their village, and if you want to read and write, you must get to the town, and it is not at all something that ordinary people can afford.

In their entire Changqing Village, only two or three families have the ability to send their children to the town to study, and the others are the kind that are blinded and don't even know how to write their own names.

Wen Dongnuan also guessed, so he could only turn his gaze to Dr. Wang, who had not fainted yet, "I will prescribe the medicine, and you will write it." ”

Doctor Wang was sure that he would really be by Wen Dongnuan, and just now he scolded him for being a quack, and now he is still commanding him.

"The old man doesn't write!"

"You caused the pillar to be like this, now I can save it, who will write if you don't write?" Wen Dongnuan couldn't wait to step forward and kick over this dead old man.

She can write herself, but who knows if the words she writes are also common here, so be careful or let someone else write first.

"What did you say, girl? Dr. Wang harmed my pillar? Zhou had just come back from carrying water when he heard this sentence, and the basin and bucket in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, splashing on the ground, and even Zhou's skirt was half wet.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Niu Zhuzi is desperate for his own life, what is the matter with the old man? Dr. Wang's heart jumped and retorted.

Wen Dong's eyes were cold, but she knew what she should do most now.

"Aunt Zhou, you bring things in first, it's important to save the pillar."

Zhou suddenly came back to his senses, picked up the wooden basin on the ground again, and picked up the bucket that had been spilled a lot, and carried it to the house.

Wen Dongnuan carefully put the pillar into the wooden basin, "Aunt Zhou, you hold on to the pillar and don't touch the affected parts on his body." ”

"Okay." Zhou nodded, carefully holding on to the pillar.

Wen Dongnuan took the water scoop and began to scoop water to the affected area of the pillar and water it carefully, and it is best to boil it coolly, after all, there are inevitably bacteria in the raw water, but it is obviously too late to boil the water temporarily.

When Wen Dongnuan touched his hand into the water, three drops of spiritual spring condensed from his fingertips again, but the spiritual spring and water were the same color, so no one noticed that the water from Zhou's family had long been different.

The water mixed with the spiritual spring was repeatedly poured on the affected part of the pillar, and the naked eye could see that the red spots on the pillar had faded a lot, and even the pustules and ulcers had improved significantly.

Zhou cried with joy, "The pillar is saved, the pillar is saved!" ”

After the water was watered, the village chief on the other side also happened to bring in the water of grass and wood ash.

It's just that the water of the grass and trees is black, and the village chief is anxious when he sees that the warm face of the winter is about to pour this "dirty thing" on the pillar without changing color.

"Girl, this can't be done, how can this filthy thing touch the wound of the pillar?"