Amu built a platform in the cave with stones to serve as their operating table.
He refused to let Linlang take action and even rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles. "Linlang, look, I'm not a weak scholar. I'm strong."
There was no other way, Linlang could only hand over the tools and occasionally find one or two small stones.
At other times, I would sit on the small stool brought by Amu and watch him busying around. Occasionally, he would turn his head and look at me. When our eyes met, he would definitely smile gently.
Linlang thought about her past life. When she found out she was pregnant, the Li family was very happy. But at that time, the family was poor and she was only focused on making money, so she never had a chance to rest.
The Li family didn't know how to do anything and relied entirely on her. Her father and brother often came to help her, seeing how hard she worked. But they didn't want a penny of the money she earned.
Now, she didn't have to do anything, as her father, brother and Amu had earned the money back and loved her like a treasure.
She cherishes the present time very much, even though it is ordinary, she is very happy.
After the platform was ready, Amu began to grind the materials. Sometimes there were sparks and smoke. After grinding, Amu's face turned into a little black face, and his nostrils were full of black ash.
Linlang felt both amused and distressed when she saw this, and quickly fetched water to wash his face.
Ah Mu saw himself in the water and chuckled, "So this is what coal miners look like. No, they should be darker than me."
"Every profession is difficult. Just like those aristocratic families, everyone is noble and equal."
Linlang wiped Ah Mu's face and said, "The lower the level of people, the harder it is to live. Ah Mu, you must be a good official who serves the country and the people in the future."
Four words echoed in Amu's mind: everyone is equal. This is something that requires the efforts of many generations to achieve. For ordinary people today, it is a beautiful yearning.
But he could promise Linlang, "I will be a good official who benefits the country and the people."
Only after experiencing pain can one empathize with others. Jing Chao must become strong.
He cannot do it alone; it requires concerted efforts and courageous contributions from everyone from top to bottom.
Northern Qi had once used a cannon to force Jing Dynasty to surrender, and Jing Dynasty signed many compensation treaties and paid tribute to Northern Qi every year. So they worked hard to return the favor.
Grinding the materials was very tiring. On the first day, Amu's palms were covered with blisters. Linlang pricked the blisters for him and applied medicine to them out of concern. She also asked Nanny Li and the others to make him a few pairs of sturdy gloves.
"Linlang, don't be sad. I'm a man, and this injury is nothing. Your medicine is so good, it will be healed tomorrow."
No matter how good the medicine is, it is not a panacea. Healing takes time. However, Linlang's medicine is similar to Yunnan Baiyao and is indeed very effective. It can stop bleeding, kill bacteria, and relieve pain.
In this era of cold weapons, most of the soldiers' injuries were open wounds. Without adequate medicine, they could easily become infected and die. It was so unfair that they died in their tents despite only having minor injuries.
I hope she can use the medical knowledge she has learned to help more soldiers on the border.
Soon the samples to be provided to Renhe Medical Clinic were all completed, and the instructions written by Amu and Moer were attached. Linlang came to see Doctor Wang with the samples and the contract.
Doctor Wang happily took it and saw the instructions on the porcelain bottle. They were very detailed. He was surprised and said, "Linlang, aren't you afraid that someone will use your prescription to make medicine?"
Linlang smiled and said, "These are only seen by my boss and the doctors who use the medicine. Few ordinary people can afford to buy a bottle."
"Also, many of the medicines here are not expensive. Apart from these tonic medicines, we basically can't make any money."
"I believe that the owner who named a jar Renhe must be a good doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, not a profit-seeking businessman. I trust his character."
"Hahaha, Madam Xiao thinks highly of me." A refined middle-aged man walked over from the backyard. "I've wanted to meet Madam Xiao for a while now. Doctor Wang sent a letter to the capital saying you were willing to cooperate with us, so I couldn't wait to rush over from the capital."
The elegant uncle introduced himself, "I am the owner of Renhe Medical Clinic, Qin Jiajie. My grandfather and father were both in the Imperial Hospital, and since I like to travel around, I opened this Renhe Medical Clinic."
Linlang was surprised to find that he had already arrived in Luer Town. She quickly stood up and greeted him, "Boss Qin, nice to meet you."
"I am also honored to meet Mrs. Xiao. If possible, I would also like to meet Mr. Xiao." Doctor Wang wrote a letter to tell Qin Jiajie about Linlang's surgery on Amu. He was very excited at the time. If he had not been delayed by important matters and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would have come to Luer Town long ago.
Performing surgery on Amu was nothing new in Luer Town, so Linlang readily agreed, "Of course."
She also wanted to see the medical skills of Mr. Qin, whose grandfather and father were both in the Imperial Hospital.
Qin Jiajie was very excited. "Okay, then let's look at the medicine and the contract first, and then go to Madam Xiao's house to meet Mr. Xiao."
Linlang nodded and began to introduce the medicines. Dong Jiajie poured out each sample and looked at it carefully, then read the instructions. "Thank you, Madam Xiao, for your trust."
"In business, honesty is paramount. Mutual trust is a necessary condition for cooperation." Linlang pushed the contract over. "Boss Qin, please take a look at it. If there's anything inappropriate, we can discuss it."
Boss Qin picked up the contract and nodded in satisfaction after seeing the contents. "Is this written by Mr. Xiao?"
Linlang nodded. "I don't know much about this. Ah Mu read a lot of books and wrote this contract."
"Mrs. Xiao is too modest." Boss Qin knew that it must have been written after the couple discussed it. To be honest, according to their price, they didn't make much money.
However, if we measure the value of medical practice with money, it would be a bit superficial. If these medicines for common diseases are promoted, many poor people will be able to afford them.
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