136 Return to the Village on New Year's Eve

Even though Da Wu, Xiao Wu and Tong Lin were there, Fang Xiao still personally escorted Ping An and the others out of the valley.

Ping An happily took the smoked meat, smoked rabbit and other mountain products that Madam Fang had packed up, and Zhou Heng and Zhang Xiaoshan both stayed.

Today is the eve of the Chinese New Year, and as they are about to arrive in Yong'an City, Ping'an directly lets Qingshi and Dawu return home. Xiaowu will go back to his brother and sister-in-law's home to celebrate the New Year a few days before the New Year. In the end, Wu Jun still asked Uncle Fang's people to send him to Yangcheng, and then asked his father to send someone to send him back after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The remaining Tong Lin, Er Qiang, Lin Feng and Yuan Qing naturally followed him back to the medicine store.

Mei Niang was so happy to see her son standing in front of her after a long absence: "Your father said that you would definitely come back in the next two days. We have prepared a lot of delicious food at home. Erqiang, you and Ping An should come in quickly."

Erqiang pretended to pout: "Aunt, do you still know there is an Erqiang? I was thinking about moving to the main courtyard with Yuanqing and the others."

Mei Niang narrowed her eyes and smiled: "You are the one who is causing trouble. Come in, come in. Yuanqing, you guys should eat here too and then go back."

Tong Lin looked at his fair and tender sister and liked her.

Ping'an put his luggage into the room. The room was clean, almost spotless. His mother still loved cleanliness as always.

"Mom, Dad and Uncle haven't come home yet?"

"Ping An, a few days ago, the village started to hibernate. Your uncle finally persuaded your father to follow him to the medical hall to learn medicine. He said that he already had the basics and he would teach him step by step. It would be a pity if he didn't learn."

Ping An smiled, "Indeed, it goes without saying that Uncle taught him sincerely."

"Your father was hesitant at first, but then your uncle said that when Ping An finishes his studies and opens a medical clinic, you can be the manager. Your son is capable now, and as a father, you can't just keep growing medicine."

Ping An laughed out loud. He wished his father could learn more skills. A man who is just 27 years old can have some dreams.

He noticed that his mother's belly was slightly bulging. She gave birth in early June, when the weather was not very hot.

Tong Miao had already gotten used to life in the Wan family, and quickly went to the kitchen to help.

Ping'an had made up his mind that he would go to a pawnshop to buy a maid after the beginning of the year, so that at least Tong Miao could be freed from home after the child was born. A person trained by the master with great effort could not always be shuttling between the kitchen and the children.

Wan Changsheng and Sun Hongyu returned home late today.

When they saw Ping'an and the others coming back, they all looked happy, and by the time the food was served, the lights had already been lit.

"Dad, Uncle Grandpa, do you come home so late every day?"

Wan Changsheng sighed, "Usually it's a little earlier. Today a patient came to the clinic, and Manager Ge refused to admit him, but the patient begged desperately. He was brought in in the morning, but died in the afternoon."

Ping An was shocked: "What's going on? So powerful?"

It is also very troublesome when someone dies in the infirmary. Generally, for those who are extremely ill, not only do their family members rarely send them out for medical treatment, but even if they do, the infirmary will not admit them.

"Ping An, the patient had intestinal abscess and had been in pain for two or three days. It was too late when he was brought in. Medicines couldn't help at all. Acupuncture didn't work. I told his family and they understood. They just wanted him to suffer less before he died. They wouldn't blame the clinic. It's a pity. He's only in his early forties. Normally he could live another twenty years."

Sun Hongyu also sighed deeply. Someone who was several years younger than him passed away just like that, which made him feel particularly sad for no reason.

"Eat, eat. It's getting dark. The children need to take a rest after eating. They have run such a long way." He picked up the first chopsticks.

In Changsheng's home, the couple treated him as the real elder of the family. He was always the first to pick up the chopsticks during a meal, which made him feel satisfied.

Even if he really has to die one day, he is not afraid. He is now a man with a family. Changsheng treats him as his uncle, and now he is his apprentice. The master and apprentice are like father and son, so their relationship is naturally closer.

Ping'an felt sad. In modern times, acute appendicitis is the simplest operation. After anesthesia, it can be resolved in half an hour. The patient can go back and rest for eight to ten days, and nothing will happen.

In ancient times, doctors were helpless because the intestines are inside the belly and cannot be seen or touched.

"Uncle, you said intestinal abscess, intestinal abscess, it must be a problem with the intestines, why don't you make a small incision in the stomach, check the intestines, and cut out the damaged parts, isn't that okay?"

Mei Niang's hands trembled with fear, and she quickly covered her son's mouth with her hands: "Uncle, don't listen to the child's nonsense, he is still young and doesn't know anything."

Sun Hongyu waved his hands and said, "Let Ping An go and let the child eat. Ping An, don't say these words outside in the future. Opening the abdomen is not a trivial matter. No doctor dares to do it. First of all, the hair and skin of the body are given by parents and cannot be damaged easily. Second, no one dares to say that they can cure people by opening the abdomen. No one dares.

I have been at the border for 20 years, and I have seen people with ruptured stomachs and intestines leaking out. I have treated them, but they all died in the end. They almost all had high fevers that would not go away, and the wounds were red and swollen, and then rotted. It took only a few days for them to recover. I was safe. Some people could not be saved, not because we did not want to save them. "

Ping An was silent.

This is inflammation.

There was no medical alcohol in ancient times. Ordinary liquor was only about 10 to 20 degrees. There were also better liquors. He had seen Uncle Fang drink it and even took a small sip. It was only about 30 to 40 degrees.

Such liquor is not enough for disinfection.

Of course he knew how to drink alcohol, but how could a child, an eight-year-old child, say that? No, he had better think about how to get the alcohol out.

There is no moment more than now when I want to grow up quickly. By then, I can completely say that it was all my own thought.

But even if you turn sixteen, there are still eight years left.

Seeing that his son was silent, Wan Changsheng comforted him: "Ping An is still young, and he is so diligent. He will definitely be able to come up with a way to treat intestinal abscesses in the future. Daddy should also study hard. Eat well now and grow up well, okay?"

This tone is just like treating him like a little child.

Ping An felt warm in his heart: "Dad, I will be the best doctor, just wait and see."

Erqiang was much calmer today and didn't interrupt from beginning to end.

Mr. Zhou assigned so much homework. The school will start on the eighth day of the first lunar month. There is only half a month left, and the Chinese New Year will come in between. He can only rest tonight at most. Starting tomorrow, he will have to work hard during the day or he will have to study late into the night.

After dinner, Tong Lin, Yuan Qing, and Lin Feng returned to the main courtyard with Sun Hongyu.

Wan Changsheng took out the letter from Daqiangzi, Pingan took a look at it and handed it to Erqiang.

Everything was fine in Daqiangzi's Taoist family. He was well taken care of by Doctor Sun in the medical clinic and began to learn to write. This letter was written by him.

He is now helping the waiter in the front hall and has already recognized many medicinal herbs. Doctor Sun promised him that once he has a basic understanding of these herbs, he will start teaching him medical skills.

Everyone in the family is very happy, but it’s a pity that those who are away from home cannot come home for the New Year.

As he watched, Erqiang began to sob. He really missed home, especially during the Chinese New Year.

Ping An said, "There are still people who want to become the best master. I have never heard of a master crying like this. It's not for anything else, just because he can't go home for the New Year. Ouch."

Erqiang stopped crying immediately. He was indeed sad that he couldn't go home for the New Year, but he had to endure it. Otherwise, even if he became a master in the future, Ping An and the others would still use this as an excuse, which would not look good.