Chapter 298 United as One
Dr. Zheng was dumbfounded.
Although he was only a mediocre doctor, he had at least studied pharmacology, and this prescription was truly...
His lips were slightly parted, and he had no idea what to say.
Cheng Wanwan understood his worries.
Shuanghuanglian was originally a medicine for treating livestock. Later, modern medical research improved it and it was used on humans with excellent results.
However, the proportions of medicinal herbs are very important; if one is not careful, it is easy to overdose and cause serious consequences.
Of course, this prescription is an antidote and has side effects, such as diarrhea and rashes. But compared to losing your life, these side effects are not a big deal.
Cheng Wanwan said, "Zhao'er, show the prescription dosage to Doctor Zheng."
Cheng Zhao kept a close eye on the patient, taking notes on the prescription, proportions, heat, and cooking time, and observing the patient's condition. After the patient took the medicine, he would check on the patient every half hour to record the patient's condition accurately...
Doctor Zheng took the prescription. The proportions were very particular, unlike the prescriptions he had given to livestock before. When there was no other choice, it was indeed worth a try.
"Grandma! Zhao Gun'er and Zhao Shagen's fevers have gone down!"
The village headman came over happily to announce the good news.
Cheng Wanwan appeared quite calm: "Doctor Zheng, do you still question my prescription?"
Zheng Langzhong looked embarrassed.
His prescriptions were ineffective, but when Aunt Dashan took action, the two children he had predicted would not survive came back to life, making him seem somewhat useless as a doctor.
"This pot for decocting medicine will be given to Doctor Zheng." Cheng Wanwan gave up her seat, "I'll go prepare to cook porridge for the patients."
Zheng Langzhong nodded and personally oversaw the cooking process.
The villagers had already handed over their food rations, which were all mixed together in a mess. When they were put in the pot, they were all different colors. Cheng Wanwan asked two women to help cook porridge.
With only twenty or thirty people, cooking porridge wasn't too strenuous. Once the porridge was cooked, it was served in bowls provided by each family, and Cheng Wanwan personally carried it to the school.
The room was filled with coughing sounds, and many children coughed until their faces were red.
She said gently, "Have some porridge to fill your stomach first. The medicine will be ready soon. You'll feel better after you drink it."
A three- or four-year-old child innocently looks up and asks, "Can I go home when I'm better?"
"Of course." Cheng Wanwan patted her hair. "The medicine is a little bitter, so you must drink it obediently."
She could only carry two bowls of porridge in at a time, and it took her more than a dozen trips to get everyone a bowl to drink.
After finishing her work here, she took a basket to shield herself from the wind and carried the porridge to the ancestral hall. Fortunately, the school and the ancestral hall were not far apart. When she arrived, the porridge was still steaming. She put the porridge on the table and, together with Li Xiu'e, fed the porridge to the children who were delirious from the fever.
While feeding her porridge, she also secretly fed her some ibuprofen.
Zhao Shagen and Zhao Gun'er are much better now, and the two of them are helping to take care of those who still have a fever.
After finishing all these tasks, an hour passed quietly, and Cheng Wanwan was so tired that her head was spinning.
"Cough cough!"
She suddenly coughed softly.
Li Xiu'e was startled: "Aunt Dashan, why are you coughing too? Have you caught a bit of the illness too... Oh, how can I let you into the ancestral hall? Just have someone bring the porridge to the entrance of the ancestral hall, and I'll go out and bring it in, so that everyone doesn't get sick..."
Cheng Wanwan waved her hand: "I'm fine."
She was just tired, so she coughed a little, it's nothing serious.
She walked out of the ancestral hall carrying a basket. A gust of north wind suddenly blew in, and she couldn't help but shiver. She was so frightened that she immediately bought a Shuanghuanglian (a traditional Chinese medicine) from the mall and drank it.
She walked back to the school gate, poured herself a glass of water, and drank some hot water to drive away the chill after being exposed to the wind.
Unexpectedly, the water was scalding hot as soon as it came out of the pot. She took a sip and spat it out, then coughed violently.
"Grandma Dashan, what's wrong?" The village head rushed over. "Have you caught some illness? What should we do... Quick, someone come here, help Grandma Dashan to rest..."
Cheng Wanwan caught her breath and said, "I'm fine, I just choked on the water."
The village head breathed a sigh of relief.
If Da Shan Niang were to collapse, he really wouldn't be able to maintain order by himself, and he wouldn't know what to do next.
He said, "Grandma, you must take care of your health. We're getting old, not like young people. If we catch a disease, it could easily..."
"Where am I old?" Cheng Wanwan's face darkened a bit. "Uncle Village Head, you are fifty-five years old this year, and I am only thirty-three. Let's not compare us, shall we?"
The village head said, "Hehehe, same here, all the same. I have a grandson, you have a granddaughter, we're practically from the same generation..."
Cheng Wanwan's face grew increasingly dark.
She immediately changed the subject: "The medicine seems to be ready; it can be served now."
"Auntie Dashan, you rest over there, we'll get the medicine." Aunt Wang, her face covered with a burlap smear, came over and forcibly pressed Cheng Wanwan down to sit. She raised her hand to a group of women beside her, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help! This isn't just Auntie Dashan's Dahe Village, it's all our Dahe Village. How can we let Auntie Dashan do all this work by herself!"
Tiezhu's mother picked up the spatula and said, "Dashan's mother, you sit down and rest. We'll take the medicine out and put it at the entrance of the ancestral hall and school, so that the sick people can come out and get it themselves. It'll save you trouble, won't it?"
"You are the pillar of our Dahe Village, you can't fall down."
“Grandma, just tell us what you need, and we’ll do it.”
Cheng Wanwan sat in a sheltered spot, watching a group of women busily working, and a sense of admiration arose in her heart.
That's how Dahe Village is. Everyday life is chaotic, with all sorts of trivial matters and squabbles. But when something really happens, these ordinary people will choose to step forward.
They have no passion, no glamour, no grand ambitions; all they have is a sense of responsibility and love for this mountain village…
All the villagers stopped working, the women took charge of brewing medicine and cooking porridge, and the men who were idle at home joined the patrol team. With more people, there was more help. The whole village was united and of one mind. Cheng Wanwan believed that this matter was just a trivial difficulty for Dahe Village and would soon pass.
"Uncle Village Head, something bad has happened!" A man from the patrol team ran over, covered in sweat. "The people from Guihua Village are causing trouble."
The village head was looking at Cheng Zhao's records of illnesses when he heard this. He flung the object in his hand, only realizing it was paper after it fell. He quickly picked it up, blew on it, smoothed out the pages, and carefully placed it on the table before walking over: "What kind of trouble are those bastards from Guihua Village causing now?"
The man gasped for breath and said, "They're the group that planted the mulberry trees recently."
Construction is underway everywhere in the village, and there is a shortage of manpower. Most of the people planting mulberry trees are relatives of villagers from other villages. Dahe Village and Guihua Village are adjacent to each other, and the two villages have a long history of intermarriage. Many of the relatives of the villagers are from Guihua Village. There are about twenty people from Guihua Village planting mulberry trees in Dahe Village. They have been planting for seven or eight days and have been quite well-behaved.
The village head asked as he walked, "What are they making a fuss about?"
"It's all about money. They say Dahe Village blocked all entrances to the village to avoid paying Guihua Village's wages. Some people in their village are sick, but they don't think it's a serious matter, always thinking Dahe Village is making a mountain out of a molehill... They're blocking the village entrance, insisting on planting trees, saying they don't have to plant trees, they just have to get their wages settled..."
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