His grandfather raised him, but passed away before he could enjoy his blessings. This kindness was as great as a mountain, but he had no way to repay it. He felt indescribably sad.
Fortunately, the lights in the room were dim, and everyone was looking at those strange herbs that were being ground into powder by the little apprentice with a pestle. No one paid attention to his gaffe.
He borrowed some wine and poured the powder into a small bowl on the spot, mixing it into a paste. He then found a clean cotton cloth, spread the paste on it, and bandaged it on the few areas where the injuries were more serious.
After working like this for an hour, the barefoot doctor only charged two or three yuan.
Master Lin comes to change the dressing twice a day, and the swelling and pain can be reduced quickly.
Of course, Zhao Wei paid the money on his behalf.
Master Lin felt the effect of the medicinal paste and found it was indeed cooling and pain-relieving. He felt much better.
Although he was still unable to chop meat or kill chickens, he was still able to handle ordinary small tasks. He immediately forgot who had made him suffer so much and stared at Zhao Wei in amazement.
"This medicine is good. I can use this prescription in the future. I won't be afraid of hurting my body anymore. Haha..."
The barefoot doctor was also a little moved when he heard this. He returned the money for the medicine to Zhao Wei and said, "Young man, your medicine is so effective. I wonder if I can... ahem..."
Asking others for prescriptions is a big taboo in this industry.
Zhao Wei doesn't have such an idea. Traditional Chinese medicine needs people to learn and pass it on. If everyone cherishes it, it will be cut off sooner or later.
"Old man, feel free to use the prescription. This is a great thing that will benefit the people. It is a great kindness."
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