"You are the miracle doctor... Chen Yitang?" Zeng Wenjuan confirmed again in disbelief. Goudan blinked his big eyes and looked at the man in front of him, wondering why his mother was so surprised.

Chen Yitang nodded: "Of course, this is my friend's clinic. He is seeing patients here, and I am here to help him watch over it. If you still don't believe me, then please do as you please." After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation.

Zeng Wenjuan believed it without a doubt and knelt on the ground holding Goudan in her arms: "Divine doctor, please save my son! He is still young and has not seen the world yet. As long as you can save him, I will be willing to work like a slave for him."

"Get up first. I can't explain clearly if others see us. Your son's condition is not that serious. If it were someone else, it would be difficult to treat him. But you are lucky to meet me. I will prescribe some medicine for you. Come back for a check-up in a week." Chen Yintang said this and was willing to treat Goudan, and besides, the other person had already knelt down.

When Zeng Wenjuan heard this, she stood up and pushed Goudan in front of her. She looked at Chen Yitang and said, "Godly doctor, why don't you take my son's pulse?"

Chen Yintang looked at Goudan, nodded, and pointed to a seat: "Sit over there!" Then he sat in the attending physician's seat.

While taking the pulse, Chen Yintang confirmed his guess that Goudan was a premature baby and did not get enough nutrition in the later period. In addition, his spleen and stomach were damaged. If he was not treated early, no matter how much delicacies he ate, it would be useless.

After taking the pulse, Chen Yitang wrote down the prescription: "Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, Chinese yam, Ganoderma lucidum, dried orange peel, Amomum villosum. We don't have Ganoderma lucidum here now, you can look for it over there where we pick ginseng, maybe there is some."

(ps: If you are sick, go see a doctor. Don’t expect me to cure you! I am not a professional!)

Zeng Wenjuan was a little anxious when she heard that there were few herbs, but when she heard that she could find them, she asked again: "Godly doctor, do you have any prescription that can help my dog ​​Dan recuperate first? And what does the Ganoderma lucidum look like?"

"Okay, I'll get you another set of medicine and let your child take it first. When you come for a follow-up checkup, remember to find the Ganoderma lucidum, otherwise I may not bring it here." Chen Yitang said expressionlessly, and opened the drawer again, and took out a drawing from it: "This is a picture of a precious medicinal material. If you come across it, you can bring it with you. I will take it all."

When Zeng Wenjuan opened the album, she saw the picture of Gastrodia elata. She felt numb all over. She had stepped on many of them yesterday and killed them. She stammered, "Godly doctor, is this also a precious herb?"

Chen Yitang took a look and shook his head and said, "No." Before Zeng Wenjuan could breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Yitang said, "This is just an ordinary herbal medicine. If I accept it, it will be eight yuan per catty. If you have it, you can send it to me. Even if I am not here, the owner of this pharmacy will accept it."

Zeng Wenjuan felt even more heartbroken when she heard the price. She had trampled on all the money she had spent yesterday. After receiving the Chinese medicine packaged by Chen Yitang, Zeng Wenjuan left with Goudan.

"Mom, am I sick?" Although Goudan was young, she was very sensible. She knew that her family owed money and she should not be sick.

Zeng Wenjuan shook her head and said gently, "No, it's all my fault. I made you lack nutrition. It won't be the case after a while. I can make money. When we go back, we'll buy two kilograms of pork and I'll make you some soup, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy's cooking is delicious." Goudan was comforted, and he leaned on Zeng Wenjuan's arms and acted like a spoiled child. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, he could also see bicycles. Goudan asked curiously, "Mommy, are we going to call Daddy now?"

"Well, now you can think about what you want to say to your father. Tell him directly later. He will definitely miss you." Zeng Wenjuan said gently.

Goudan was held by Zeng Wenjuan. He imagined what his father looked like. Was he as powerful as Ergou's father, or as fierce as Dabao's father? What would he say to him?

When they arrived at the phone booth, they saw a line. Zeng Wenjuan walked over with Goudan in her arms. After waiting in line for about ten minutes, it was finally their turn.

Goudan looked at the telephone booth that was getting closer and closer, his hands clenched tightly, and one could tell at a glance that the boy was extremely nervous.

After entering the phone booth, Zeng Wenjuan took out the phone number, inserted four cents, and called the number on it.

After a long while, the other end finally answered: "Hello, this is the Communications Department. Who are you looking for?"

"Please ask Zhao Jianguo to answer the phone. I'm his wife. Just tell him I have something to talk to him about." Zeng Wenjuan replied.

"Okay, sister-in-law, please wait a moment, I'll help you contact her." When the signalman heard that it was the wife of a soldier, he immediately answered and asked others to contact Zhao Jianguo: "Hurry up and call Captain Zhao, my sister-in-law called him."

Other people who were free called Zhao Jianguo's office, only to find out that he was not in the army and had gone out on a mission two months ago.

"I'm sorry! Sister-in-law, please leave your phone number here! When Captain Zhao comes back, we will tell him that you called." The signalman said somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's okay. When he comes back, ask him to write a letter back home. Also, the family has split up, and it's fine with me and the children." Zeng Wenjuan could also understand. After all, national affairs are more important.

After hanging up the phone, Goudan lowered his head in displeasure. He had imagined the scene of talking to his father. Why wasn't his father here? Did he not like Goudan?

"What are you thinking about! Your father has gone to do something important. He will write us back when he comes back, and it will be the same if he calls us then. Now, can you buy us some candy, Goudan?" No one knows a child better than his mother. Zeng Wenjuan could see Goudan's little thoughts.

"Okay, mom will eat too." Goudan said very considerately.

Zeng Wenjuan smiled with relief: "Okay, Mom will eat too. Goudan will eat too." The two of them walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

After arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative, Zeng Wenjuan discovered a serious problem. In this new era where everything was limited and required tickets, it was useless for her to go to the county town without a ticket!

Just as Zeng Wenjuan was hesitating, a big boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, came over and asked in a low voice: "Do you want tickets? I have sugar tickets, meat tickets, and grain tickets." After saying that, he ran away.

Looking at the direction the older boy left, and then looking down at Goudan, Zeng Wenjuan didn't want her son to be disappointed again. She saw Goudan's disappointed look when Zhao Jianguo didn't answer the phone just now. Thinking of this, she took Goudan and followed.