Although Huichuntang is the only relatively reliable clinic in the town, there are two or three places to get medicine.
Su Qingluan grabbed some medicine nearby and rushed back without stopping. Although she got the medicine, she still had to decoct it, which would take a lot of effort.
It takes a long time to decoct the medicine, and each family in the alley of the Liu family does not have their own kitchen, so they can only use the public space. When decocting the medicine, they have to squat in front of the small stove and keep a close eye on the fire. It must not be too strong, otherwise the medicine will be burnt or the medicine juice will be too little, and the medicine will be wasted.
Madam Xi went to the town. Although Liu Sheng said that he didn't need Su Qingluan's help to boil the medicine, Liu Sheng's limping legs really didn't make it look like he could squat beside the pot and watch the medicine boiling.
Sure enough, after about two quarters of an hour, Yagyu began to turn pale and sweat profusely.
However, this uncle had been wandering around the world for many years and was quite tough. He held up his shaky body and refused to ask others for help.
Su Qingluan: ...So if we continue in this situation, all the previous treatments will probably be in vain.
In the end, she persuaded Liu Sheng by saying, "If the condition worsens, it will cost a lot of money to treat it again."
Liu Sheng went into the house to rest and take care of Liu Yunniang, while Su Qingluan stayed outside by the stove, carefully fanning the stove with a broken-edged cattail fan while paying attention to the condition of the medicinal juice.
As time went by, the originally clear water was gradually dyed brown by the medicinal juice, and the bitter fragrance of the herbs gradually emanated.
Su Qingluan raised her nose and sniffed: Hmm, it is indeed different from the kind of medicine in my impression that is so bitter that I want to lose my sense of taste and smell just by smelling it. So, is it true that Yunniang has a different physique from me?
At this time, Su Qingluan had not yet realized that the smell of the medicine she drank was so different from that of Liu Yunniang. She wondered what the problem was. She simply thought that it might be because the two of them had different physiques, so the prescriptions were different.
For the next two days, Su Qingluan came to the town as usual to help Liu Yunniang get and decoct medicine, and then returned to her own stall to help.
Two days passed like this, and Yang suddenly handed Su Qingluan a piece of paper: "Here, Daya, weren't you looking for the prescription that Mr. Mu wrote for you when you were sick before?"
"Hey, mother, did you find it?" When she asked before, Yang had forgotten where she put it, so she went directly to ask Mu Xingzhi.
"Well, I put it with the medicine residue before. I was going to throw it away, but then I remembered you wanted it, so I dug it out again. But don't touch the medicine residue, I spilled it on the road outside."
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mother, I'm not a child. I wouldn't be curious enough to mess with the medicine residue. But why did you pour it out onto the road instead of sweeping it up and burying it in our backyard?"
As far as she knew, medicinal residue was also a good choice as fertilizer. Of course, this stuff could be degraded anywhere, but Su Qingluan still didn't understand why it had to be poured on the road.
Yang looked around mysteriously. Seeing that no neighbors were passing by the courtyard gate at this time, she bent down and whispered in Su Qingluan's ear, "I asked a master to calculate. You have been sick repeatedly in such a short period of time. You must have bumped into 'those things'."
Su Qingluan was stunned: "Huh?" What collision? What's dirty?
"The master said that if I pour the residue of the medicine you took onto a busy road and let passersby step on it, they will help you take away the bad luck, and then you won't get sick like this again!"
As she spoke, Yang solemnly clasped her hands together in the direction of the road where she had scattered the medicine residue, and bowed while muttering something.
Yang's movements seemed awkward and awkward, but her expression was devout. She chanted the incomprehensible "mantra," but she pronounced every word with utmost seriousness. It seemed as if by completing each step so meticulously and meticulously, Su Qingluan would truly be free of all her ailments and passersby would carry away all their "illness."
Su Qingluan watched A Niang's every move. For some reason, she actually felt as if some of her fatigue was being taken away bit by bit. With each movement of Yang, she felt more and more relaxed.
Su Qingluan knew that this feeling had nothing to do with the so-called "master" or "talisman" or "possession by evil spirits". It was just because she felt the love of a mother for her daughter, which made her heart feel warm and her body full of strength.
However, while being moved, Su Qingluan couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This kind of belief in ghosts and gods as if it were some kind of spiritual sustenance is probably what the majority of people in this era are made of, right?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan became curious again. How did Mu Xingzhi develop such an obvious disbelief in ghosts and gods? Could it be that in such a feudal society and technologically ignorant era, an atheist could be cultivated?
Su Qingluan was really surprised.
After dinner, Su Qingluan had some rare free time and went to her room to read the prescription that Zhang Mu Xingzhi had written for her.
Prescriptions are like diagnostic reports from the previous life. Su Qingluan always waits until a treatment phase is over before she has the courage to study what treatments and drugs have been taken during this phase.
You could say she was timid or afraid to face it, but during treatment, she was usually reluctant to face things like "prescriptions" and "diagnosis".
At first, she was studying the herbs with great interest: "Hmm... dried ginger, magnolia bark, perilla... wait, aren't these ingredients? And honeysuckle... forsythia... rhubarb... nine cents of coptis root?"
It was not that she had any special interest in the herb Coptis chinensis, but because other herbs usually only had three or four grams, or even one gram, so why did she need so much Coptis chinensis?
Su Qingluan went to bed with this question in mind. The next day, when she went to get medicine for Liu Yunniang, she asked the doctor in the pharmacy.
Although this doctor's pulse diagnosis skills were average, he was an expert in prescribing medicine. This "Baicaotang" only dispensed medicine without taking pulses, which made this doctor's hands more accurate than a scale. He could even prescribe some common prescriptions directly based on the pulse diagnosis.
So when Su Qingluan asked why the amount of coptis chinensis seemed so high, the old doctor stroked his gray beard and said with a smile, "Young lady, you're lucky you asked me before you prescribed the medicine. Otherwise, the amount of coptis chinensis would be wrong. According to the amount you prescribed earlier, four to five grams of coptis chinensis would be enough."
Su Qingluan's heart tightened: She has been drinking this medicine for several days!
"Well, would there be any harm in adding a few more grams of Coptis chinensis?"
The doctor shook his head: "According to the patient's physical condition, there won't be any harm, but..."
"that is?"
"The medicine soup is extremely bitter and hard to drink, making it difficult to swallow."
Su Qingluan: ...I suddenly want to curse.
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