When there's something to do, time flies.

Qianjintang is still the same as always, unhurried to receive patients.

Zhang Jinwen's life is repeated step by step every day, she has not gone to the mountains to collect medicine for a long time, and only when she thinks of Zhou Ziyu will she be surprised by the change of time.

Unconsciously, it has entered the end of September, the autumn wind is killing, and a thin snow has fallen on Taibai Mountain.

The cold wind together, the branches and leaves fall, there is a bleak scene in Chang'an City, and the people walking on the street, who are afraid of the cold, have begun to wear cotton clothes.

Sitting in the consultation room, after seeing the patients of the day, Zhang Jinwen stood up and moved her limbs, which were sitting a little stiff, and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry outside the door.

This kind of crying is too familiar to Zhang Jinwen, and only a mother who is on the verge of despair will make such a cry.

"Please, save my children!" A young woman lay on the ground and kowtowed, crying hoarsely: "As long as you are willing to save my child, let us do whatever we want." ”

The young man kneeling next to him, holding a three- or four-year-old boy in his arms, looked dazed and at a loss.

Most mothers in the world are fragile in front of their children, and in the face of the moment when their little life is about to disappear, they just want to replace themselves.

Among the onlookers, there were people who recognized Zhang Jinwen, and immediately shouted: "Come out, the divine doctor is out!" ”

Infants and young children are sick, and it has always been Zhang Jinwen's death hole.

She couldn't help but walk out the door and down the steps.

This is a young child with rota-shaped diarrhea in autumn, which is a relatively easy disease to treat in modern times, and the disease can be controlled by anti-inflammatory hanging water.

Zhang Jinwen half-squatted down next to the child, and a smell of poop rushed straight to her nose, without looking, Zhang Jinwen knew that the toddler's stool was already watery and foamy.

At this point, the dehydration is basically very serious, and the child's resistance is very low, and the irrigation cannot be filled.

Zhang Jinwen reached out and held the child's exposed little feet in the palm of her hand, which was cold to the touch, and there was no elasticity of immature skin.

"Alas, it's useless for you to cry, you can't save it if you don't have money."

"Yes, Qianjintang! You have the money to cure the disease, and it is enough to have another one. ”

"Alas, pitiful, this diarrhea can't be cured, whoever gets on it is unlucky! In the past few days, I have seen two children with diarrhea. ”

After talking about the gossip, Zhang Jinwen turned a deaf ear and stood up: "Bring him in." ”

The young woman got up, stumbled and followed Zhang Jinwen to the Qianjin Hall.

The man with the child in his arms stood up and said, "But we don't have any money." ”

Zhang Jinwen stopped and turned to look at the man: "Then do you want to save him?" ”

"Yes!"

"Then ......" Zhang Jinwen paused, she recognized the pair of young men and women in front of her, it was Liu Qing's second brother Liu Bai and second sister-in-law Cao, and the child in her arms was their son who she had never seen and only heard of their early death.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the crowd of onlookers and searched for Liu Qing's figure.

Liu Qing did not appear.

In her previous life, Zhang Jinwen didn't see Liu Qing's family until two years later, and when she suddenly appeared in this life, she was caught off guard and blurted out, "Why are you here?" ”

Cao Shi suddenly heard the Los Angeles accent and was pleasantly surprised: "We are here to find my uncle." ”

"Did you find it?"

"Not yet. Are you also from L.A.? My uncle's surname is Liu. ”

Zhang Jinwen was shocked to realize that she had unconsciously revealed a Luocheng accent, and then shook her head and turned back to the Chang'an accent: "I don't know." Come in with me. ”

Liu Bai still stood stupidly: "We don't have any money, can you also treat it?" ”

"Let's bring it in and show the kid first." If you continue to talk about it, the child will be choked.

Liu Bai didn't move: "You say how much money first!" ”

Zhang Jinwen clenched her fists, the character of the Liu family is really deep-rooted: "What? Are you still afraid that I will slander you? If you really don't have any money, go to the mountains and cut 70 loads of firewood to pay for the medical treatment. ”

Liu Bai took a step back: "Seventy quintals? "Grab the money!

Cao went to grab the child in Liu Bai's hand: "Seventy loads of firewood, I'll go, I'll go, you can cure it!" ”

"Put the child here, you two go together, and cut it back before dark, or it won't matter."

Cao handed over the child to Zhang Jinwen and turned around to beat Liu Bai: "A few loads of firewood for a child's life, don't you hurry up!" ”

Liu Bai was reluctantly driven out by the Cao family, and he was still muttering: "Don't talk about seventy loads of firewood, even seven loads of firewood can't be cut back." ”

People who watch the excitement don't understand how this style of painting has changed abruptly, Qianjintang is willing to treat, but the parents of the sick child are not happy, this is reluctant to pay! They all gathered around the door, waiting to see how this would end.

Zhang Jinwen walked to Qianjintang with the child in her arms, and Lily of the Valley hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the child: "Little lady Zhang, your clothes are dirty." ”

"It's okay, Donglan, go get the wooden basin, Youlan go get hot water," Zhang Jinwen didn't care, and calmly ordered: "Zhuqing, bring the clove bottle, cinnamon bottle, and pine needle bottle." Chunlan went to get clean muslin and cotton blankets. ”

It was late autumn, the wind was cold and the dew was heavy, Liu Bai's son was still wearing thin clothes, the cuffs and trousers were wide, and the wind could be poured into everywhere, and there were no shoes and socks, so it was obvious that the child's diarrhea must be caused by a cold.

The top priority is to wash the child first and soak it in hot water to ward off the cold.

Youlan poured half a basin of hot water, and Zhang Jinwen tested the water temperature with her hands, untied the child's clothes, and put them in the water.

The three-year-old toddler was severely dehydrated, his arms and legs were dark and thin, his small ribs were exposed, and he did not move when he was soaked in hot water.

Zhang Jinwen held the child's head with one hand, poured hot water on the child's shoulder with the other, and lily of the valley also squatted down to clean the child.

Zhang Jinwen put the cleaned child directly into the bucket and sit: "Soak the child in the bucket, the head should be exposed, Chunlan, you come and hold his head, hold his chin with your fingers, and don't choke on water." Remember, the water can't be too hot, just touch it warm. ”

She tried to speak as slowly as she could, and made the point clear, hoping that a few of the onlookers who were awake would hear and know how to care for a sick child.

Generally speaking, children under the age of seven, as long as they are not born with physical defects, can know how to make the child better as long as the mother does not panic when they first get sick, because the child and the mother are heart-to-heart.

It's a pity that most mothers are distracted and at a loss at this time.

Just as everyone was busy, someone came to the palace.

Lord Cheng, who had not seen him for a long time, came to announce the decree again and summoned Zhang Jinwen into the palace.

It's all over, and Lord Cheng is still in a hurry, how anxious is this?