Through Aunt Zhang's description, the outline of Zhang Jinwen's imaginary mother became clearer and clearer.

It was a woman who was full of hope for the future, had optimistic ideas, and constantly worked hard to realize her dreams.

"Aunt Zhang, do I look like my mother?" This is the issue that Zhang Jinwen is most concerned about.

Aunt Zhang's eyes closed slightly, and she shook her head with a smile: "You look more like your father!" Especially when wearing men's clothes, it is simply a copy of Lord Zhang Qiu. Your eyebrows, eyes and expressions are very similar. ”

"Oh!" Zhang Jinwen was a little disappointed.

She just felt that if she looked like her mother, then she would have the advantages that her mother had!

Furong came over and knocked on the door: "Little lady Zhang, little lady Zhang?" ”

Aunt Zhang went to open the door, and Furong came in with the little green cow in her arms: "Little lady Zhang, you can help me take a look, the cow baby is a little spitting up." ”

Fleur was a little flustered, a few days ago, there were three lanes near Qianjintang, and the baby with a family was also diarrhea, and he was not willing to see a doctor, and he was not saved in less than a day, and no one knew when the baby was out of breath, until the family picked it up and fed it, and found that the body was hard.

Zhang Jinwen took the little green cow from Furong's hand, patted it gently, held it on the crook of her arm, lowered her head and sniffed, a little milky: "Furong, when you were a cow baby, did you touch something cold?" ”

"I just finished washing my clothes, and the cow baby cried, so I picked it up and fed it twice."

"The water for washing clothes is cold, your hands are also cold, and when you are feeding, the cool air will be passed to the cow baby."

"Oops, what then? Give the cow baby some medicine? Powder? ”

"The cow baby is too small to be fed medicine." Zhang Jinwen looked at the little cow baby, her small face, white and tender, and she was sleeping fragrantly: "You go and drink some yam and tangerine peel porridge, drink hot, it can't be hot or warm, it's hot." When boiling millet porridge, remember to put some ginger in it. ”

Fleur was like a treasure: "Okay, I'll do it." ”

Zhang Jinwen put the cow baby in Furong's arms: "The water is still too cold now, don't do the laundry, and wait for the little green cow to stop feeding, and then you touch something cold." ”

"Hey, I remember. Thank you, little lady! Furong happily hugged the cow baby back to the house and asked the green cow to boil yam porridge.

Aunt Zhang sighed: "Jin'er, every time I see you holding a cow baby, I feel that you are very skilled, as if you have taken a child." ”

"The heart of the healer's parents." Zhang Jinwen looked at him left and right, and diverted the topic lightly.

When I got up the next day, Xiao Qingniu's little problem was cured.

Fleur's laughter echoed in the courtyard again.

Qingniu gratefully kowtowed to Zhang Jin's wife again and again, and worked harder than usual.

Everyone said that Xiaoqingniu was blessed by Qianjintang and Zhang Jinwen, so that he could be born peacefully and live a healthy life.

For such a young baby, the medical books available for reference were very limited, so Zhang Jinwen decided to write a separate book and write a medical prescription for children. The first is to record the symptoms of various infants and children, and the second is to observe the mood of the parents and elders of the infants, and whether there is any impact on the conditions of infants and young children.

After Zhang Jinwen made this decision, the first medical case recorded was Hibiscus and Niu Wa.

Fleur does a lot of things every day, almost never stops, and only has the opportunity to stop and sit and lie down when she is milking the young cow and sleeping.

However, Fleur has a smile on her face every day, as if everything she does makes her very happy.

Writing and writing, Zhang Jinwen recalled that when she recalled her previous life, she had never smiled like this.

What is it about her that she can't laugh? Is it Huanlang?

She remembered that Huan Lang usually didn't like to talk much, let alone pay much attention to people. When he was a child, he spoke very late, and when Huan Lang was almost four years old, Liu Qing separated his family and separated his family, and Huan Lang began to shout out his father and mother for the first time.

Then, does Huan Lang's late speech have anything to do with her emotions?

Zhang Jinwen's thoughts flew back to the past.

In her previous life, after she followed Liu Qing to sneak away from Taiping Peak, she regretted it not long after, but under Liu Qing's persuasion, she didn't dare to turn back. Later, after several hardships, she followed Liu Qing and finally returned to Los Angeles safely, but she was not accepted by the Liu family, saying that her origin was unknown.

Liu Qing withstood the pressure of her family, but she still married Zhang Jinwen, but I don't know what happened, she never got pregnant in the first few years, and her mother-in-law secretly scolded her for being a hen that couldn't lay eggs. When she finally got pregnant, she was often poked in the backbone by her mother-in-law and scolded her for being shameless, in fact, her mother-in-law was just jealous that she had a holy hand prescription and did not hand it over, and always caused trouble and provoked. And she was always afraid that her elopement would be publicized, and she couldn't raise her head in the Liu family, so she listened to it with her anger, knocked out her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach.

Zhang Jinwen vaguely remembered Huan Lang's physical condition, every time she was unhappy and depressed, Huan Lang was prone to fever and cough, and when she was happy, Huan Lang grew strong and had a very good appetite.

Huan Lang's woodenness, and unsociability, I'm afraid it's related to her mood and state when she was pregnant, right?

I really don't want to know, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Zhang Jinwen couldn't help but close her eyes tightly, constantly wiping away the tears that were slipping down, only to feel a cold air on her back and a numb scalp.

She kept telling herself that it was all a dream, a real dream.

It's just that when she thinks of Huan Lang and sees a boy similar to Huan Lang again, she can't tell whether it's reality or a dream.

On this day, a sick child came to Qianjintang.

A little boy who was about three years old had a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his grinning mouth, and a large piece of wet clothes on his clothes.

Carrying the child was a middle-aged woman under the age of forty, who claimed to be the child's grandmother.

Zhang Jinwen carefully pinched the child's whole body, felt the pulse, and found nothing abnormal.

She intuitively felt that the cause of the child's illness must be related to the mood of the person who took care of him.

"Who usually takes this child?"

"It's her mother."

"Why didn't the child's mother come along?"

"Her mother is also sick and can't get out of bed."

"Why don't you take a look? Senjindo specializes in women's medicine. ”

"Alas, how can you be so squeamish, just get some sleep."

This mean tone made Zhang Jinwen faintly unhappy, she looked at the woman in front of her, and asked, "You ask someone to bring her over, I'll take a look." ”

"Look, she just wants to be lazy by sleeping, and what kind of medicine to take! There's no money to waste so much for her. The woman cried out in a festive voice: "Little lady, I brought my eldest grandson to see the doctor, you don't treat the child, you want to see what her mother does?" ”

Zhang Jinwen glanced at the woman coldly: "I'll see if his mother is too sick and the child is like this." If the adult is not well, the child will not be able to rule the law. ”