Su Qingluan naturally didn't know about the conversation between Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo after she left. Now she wished she could run as fast as she could to get to Huichuntang in the town.
Although she had left get out of class a little earlier today in order to get the medicine, she later discussed the "thank you gift" with Mu Xingzhi, which not only delayed her return but also delayed her return even more. So by the time she needed to rush to Huichuntang due to asthma, it was almost past noon.
There is a reason for such a rush and slow pace - the preparation of Chinese medicine is not only very laborious, but also requires the dry herbs to be soaked in water for at least an hour, and then the decoction is prepared after the herbs have fully absorbed the water. One reason is that it can further stimulate the medicinal properties, and the other is that it allows the herbs to absorb some of the water so that there will not be too much medicinal juice left.
After all, Chinese medicine is sour and bitter and it is really hard to swallow, so even drinking a small sip is good.
Because of this tedious process, boiling the medicine would take at least two hours. Su Qingluan would have to prepare dinner after returning home, so this delicate work would still be handed over to Su Guangfu and Yang. Each of them overseeing two medicine stoves was quite a sight. Those who didn't know would have thought the Su family was switching to boiling medicine.
Huichuntang still has a constant stream of patients - even though the price is high, the effect is indeed much better than some quack barefoot doctors, so anyone who has some savings at home or is really seriously ill will come to Huichuntang for medical consultation and prescription medicine.
Su Qingluan looked ahead and saw five or six people still waiting. She asked the medicine boy, who said it would take at least half an hour for her to get the medicine. Su Qingluan put the wooden number plate she had received into her sleeve, deciding to go for a walk instead of squeezing in with the crowd.
Along the way, we occasionally met one or two old customers who used to frequent the stall, and they were all asking if their stall was still open.
Su Qingluan could only explain to everyone one by one that her parents had both caught a cold and fallen ill, and it would take a few days before they could open the stall.
Naturally, some people also rushed over and said that the Su family's sewage stall had been gone in the past few days, and some people took the opportunity to open a sewage stall as well.
Several people told Su Qingluan this, and the most indignant among them were Aunt Yang and Skinny Monkey.
These two people have been helping each other since the first day the Su family set up their stall in the town, and their stall has always been right next to each other, so their friendship is naturally closer than that of ordinary friends.
Therefore, both of them complained to Su Qingluan angrily as if those people had stolen the Su family's money.
"Look at them, they are simply taking advantage of others!" Aunt Yang slapped the cloth she hung out to sell, making a "pa pa" sound, as if to vent her anger.
"That's right!" Skinny Monkey echoed indignantly, "But if you ask me, their braised soup tastes just like Chinese medicine soup, it's not tasty at all! It doesn't taste like the braised soup in your house at all!" He said seriously.
This is not a case of Skinny Monkey being biased because he "favors his relatives but not others" or because he is biased towards his friends. Indeed, while the Su family was away, these two or three "dirty stalls" have emerged in the past few days, and they are indeed far inferior to the Su family.
After all, when everyone first saw the Su family doing this business, which was not very prestigious but very profitable with almost no cost for raw materials, many people were jealous and anxious.
But looking back, no one can compare to the taste of the Su family.
The few stalls that have popped up now are able to do a little business entirely because the Su family is not setting up stalls. Some people are really craving this or cannot afford other more cost-effective warming foods, so they can only make do with this.
The evidence is that when Su Qingluan passed by these offal stalls, once the old customers noticed her, they would surround her and ask when she could set up the stall again, and they didn't even bother to drink the offal soup that had been served to them.
So Su Qingluan could only jog and try to avoid crowded places - after all, competitors were enemies, and she was really attracting hatred by hanging around near other sewage stalls.
However, this also made her realize a problem: no matter how irreplaceable the taste was, it was a fact that the Su family could not continue to operate the stall in the short term. If this continued, food like offal soup was dispensable after all, and if it was absent for a long time, this part of the customer base would definitely disperse.
Thinking about this in her mind, Su Qingluan walked around the market and bought some malt candies to sweeten the mouths of her younger brothers and sisters while they were taking Chinese medicine. She also bought a pack of cough lozenges.
After buying these, when they returned to Huichuntang, there was only one person left in front of them. Su Qingluan saw that it was almost her turn anyway, so she didn't plan to go out for a walk to kill time.
When getting the medicine, Su Qingluan told the doctor that her family had been coughing a lot recently, especially at night.
Because the Su family had also had their pulse diagnosed and medicine prescribed at Huichuntang before, they had pulse records here. Su Qingluan gave the doctor the pulse record of the time when her sister had a fever and convulsions in the middle of the night and Mu Xingzhi gave her acupuncture and prescribed medicine after she went to Mu Xingzhi's house.
The doctor stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he sighed, "I never thought that such a great master of medicine could be found in this small mountain village. I wonder if you could introduce him to me?"
Su Qingluan naturally couldn't agree to such a thing rashly, so she said, "That person must have become a doctor through long-term illness. He himself is also very weak. He falls down easily when the wind blows. He is also unable to walk and sits in a wheelchair all day. Whether we can meet should be determined based on his physical condition."
Su Qingluan wasn't completely wrong when she said this. After all, from an "outsider's" perspective, this was indeed the case. Su Qingluan felt that, logically speaking, she should be "unaware," so naturally, she would look at the problem from an "outsider's perspective."
However, she had no intention of making the decision for the other party as to whether to meet or not. Anyway, she would find a time to convey the doctor's intention to the other party. As for whether Mu Xingzhi himself agreed or not, that was none of her business.
Because the pulse diagnosis was so clear, the doctor had the confidence to change the prescription. After listening to Su Qingluan's description, the doctor added some more licorice and Sichuan Fritillaria to the medicine. Of course, Su Qingluan only knew about it after the doctor told her, otherwise her knowledge of these herbs would be limited to a limited number of common Chinese medicinal herbs.
It is really difficult for Su Qingluan to distinguish these Chinese herbal medicines that have been prepared in the pharmacy and made into decoction pieces.
After getting the medicine and carrying a bunch of medicine bags out of Huichun Hall, Su Qingluan ran into an acquaintance head-on - none other than Liu Yunniang and Liu Sheng, who came with her father to see the doctor.
Liu Sheng's legs are now able to walk slowly with the support of his daughter. Compared to the beginning when it took him half a day to move a small step stiffly, now if he stands still, it is hard to tell that he has some problems with his legs.
Su Qingluan watched her friend Liu Yunniang's family gradually get out of the most difficult times, so she was very happy to see that Liu Sheng no longer needed a crutch and was lying in bed unwilling to be decadent, like a completely different person.
Su Qingluan went up to greet him and said, "Yunniang, are you bringing Uncle Liu to see your legs?"
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