After dinner at Zhou's house, Meng Zhiyu followed Zhou's mother and father to the room to take Zhou's father's pulse. Zhou Lao Da and several others restrained the children in the yard, nervously waiting for the results.
Meng Zhiyu placed his hand on Zhou's father's pulse, lowered his eyes and patiently took his pulse. Zhou's mother stood by, holding her breath and waiting anxiously.
A few minutes later, Meng Zhiyu took her hand away. Zhou's mother couldn't wait to ask, "Zhiyu, how is it? Can it be cured?"
"It can be cured, but it's rather troublesome." Because Zhou's father did not receive timely treatment when he was first injured, and his family conditions were poor, not to mention medication, even food was not available, so his physical recovery was even worse.
Over the years, the pain in his body had settled down. Although Father Zhou seemed to be weak and unable to do heavy work, in fact, it only took one accident to completely destroy his body.
Meng Zhiyu explained everything to the two of them in detail. Mother Zhou didn't understand some of what she understood. She only knew that Father Zhou's health was even worse than she saw. Her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Since Meng Zhiyu was there, Father Zhou patted her hand comfortingly and said, "It's okay. Didn't Zhiyu say it can be cured?"
He is not afraid of death, but he is worried about Zhou's mother and the whole family.
The third son has not married yet, and his grandchildren are not yet grown up. If he passes away, all this trouble will fall on Zhou's mother.
"Yes, yes," Mother Zhou wiped her eyes and looked at Meng Zhiyu expectantly, "Zhiyu, tell me if you need anything, and I'll find a way to get it for you."
Seeing Zhou's mother's red eyes and Zhou's father soothing her hand, Meng Zhiyu felt touched. "Auntie, the main thing is the medicinal herbs. I need to go to the mountains to pick them. In addition, you have to provide Uncle Zhou with nutritional supplements. Only when he eats well and strengthens his body's immunity can he be better treated."
In addition to medication and acupuncture, Meng Zhiyu also planned to give Father Zhou a medicinal bath. This was something she had been researching recently. "I want to give Uncle Zhou a medicinal bath, and I need a large wooden barrel."
Meng Zhiyu explained what needed to be prepared and what precautions should be taken. Mother Zhou listened and nodded seriously. "The wooden barrel is easy to make. Your Zhou San and his brothers can make it. Let them start tonight."
Father Zhou looked at the sky outside and said, "It's late today, and it's too dark to see clearly. Let's do it tomorrow."
The house was poorly soundproofed. They had no way of lowering their voices, and Zhou Songbai and the others standing in the yard had obviously heard their conversation. As soon as Meng Zhiyu came out, they came forward.
Zhou Songbai said in a deep voice, "When are we going up the mountain?"
"Tomorrow." She gave the task of making clothes to Lin. Although she had not responded yet, she would most likely agree.
After Boss Zhou and his men asked a few more questions, Meng Zhiyu suggested leaving, and Zhou Songbai offered to take her back.
On the way, Zhou Songbai felt around and then lowered his voice and said, "I'll take the wild boar in the cave to sell it tonight and give you the money tomorrow. Do you have any requests?"
Meng Zhiyu thought about it and realized that the pigs in his pigsty could be taken out of the cage soon, the fish in the pond, as well as the chickens and ducks, could almost be put into the pot, and the fruits, wheat, etc. could also be harvested, so there was no shortage of food.
"I want some cloth coupons, industrial coupons, and cotton coupons."
Zhou Songbai said it was no problem and walked to the outside of the Youth League compound. After watching Meng Zhiyu enter the gate, Zhou Songbai turned around and left.
As expected, Meng Zhiyu usually sleeps through the night, but tonight he felt itchy and woke up not long after falling asleep.
She closed her eyes and scratched her body impatiently, but it didn't work and made the itchiness even worse.
"Host, you need to go to the hospital. You are allergic." Wangcai's voice sounded in his ears. Although it was still a monotonous mechanical sound, it revealed a hint of concern.
"Allergy?" As the itchiness on his body became more and more severe, Meng Zhiyu's sleepiness gradually faded. He touched the flat bumps on his body one after another, and quickly recalled what he had eaten yesterday, but found nothing unusual.
He got up, dressed, and walked to Li Tingman's room in the dark, knocking on the door while scratching himself all over. "Sister Tingman, Sister Tingman, open the door."
She checked herself and found that her whole body was covered with flat bumps and she felt itchy inside. She couldn't ride the bike by herself and had to ask others for help.
"Xiao Yu? What's wrong with you?" Li Tingman was woken up. She opened the door with sleepy eyes, her mind still on standby.
Meng Zhiyu told her about his situation and then said, "I don't know why I'm allergic to it. I can't ride my bike to the hospital by myself, so I want to ask you for help."
Hearing that she had allergies and was covered in bumps, Li Tingman instantly lost her sleepiness. "I'll pack up and we'll leave right away."
Mu Ziwei, who was woken up by the noise, came out of the room rubbing his hands and asking, "What's wrong with you?"
After Mu Ziwei understood the situation, he saw Li Tingman hurriedly pushing her bicycle and about to leave with her group, and hurriedly reminded her, "You need to get a certificate from the village chief first."
Otherwise the hospital won’t admit you.
"Yes, I forgot." Li Tingman slapped her head. Although her body became active, her mind was still dull.
Meng Zhiyu felt even more itchy, her hands busy pinching herself everywhere, and she had no brain energy to think about anything else. "Wangcai, is there any ointment in the mall?"
"No, host." There is a treatment chamber, but the host does not have the conditions and authority to use it.
Taking advantage of the dark moonlight, Meng Zhiyu picked some mint from the medicinal field, squeezed out the juice and smeared it on the rose. The cool feeling made him feel a little better.
Mu Ziwei was worried, so he trotted behind the car and drove to the village chief's house.
Meng Zhiyu glanced at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. People were in deep sleep at this time. The village, which was noisy during the day, was exceptionally quiet. The knock on the door sounded and could be heard from far away.
Zhou Songbai and Ye Shixing, who had gone out to sell pork in the dark, quietly pushed their cart back to the brigade. When Zhou Songbai got near his home, he heard a knock and a voice calling from not far away, "Village chief, village chief, this is Mu Ziwei. Please open the door. It's urgent."
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