Zhou was clear-minded at the moment. It was the dead of night. Even if she went to the town, it would be difficult to find a doctor. Her man might not survive until then, and the doctor in the town might not be able to cure him.
She grabbed Yu Jiao's sleeve tightly and said with tears in her eyes, "Ms. Meng, please give it a try. I won't blame you if you can't save her."
Yu Jiao looked at Old Man Yu and asked, "Do you have a silver needle? Lend it to me."
Without waiting for Mr. Yu to respond, he turned to Zhou and said, "How can I treat your man if you hold me like this?"
Zhou quickly let go of her hand.
When Mr. Yu saw that Yu Jiao was really going to see Zhou Huai, he frowned slightly. Madness was an incurable disease, so how could Meng Yujiao know any medical skills? If someone really died in his Yu family, it would be said that it was Yu Ruhai who killed the person. Who would come to see him in the future?
The old woman was right, this Meng Yujiao was a big disaster!
Yu Ruhai's beard trembled with anger, and he was unwilling to get the silver needle for Yu Jiao. Zhou knelt down in front of Yu Ruhai again, crying, "Uncle Yu, please go get the silver needle quickly, my man can't be delayed!"
Yu Ruhai glared at Yu Jiao, flicked his sleeves in anger, went into the east room, took out the silver needle, and threw the needle bag to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao picked up the candle on the table, walked to the unconscious Zhou Huai, handed the candle to Zhou's eldest son, pried open Zhou Huai's eyelids with her hands and took a look. Seeing that his face had turned crimson purple, she quickly opened the needle bag, took out a slightly thicker silver needle, heated it over the candle flame, and stabbed Zhou Huai's ten fingertips several times.
When Mr. Yu saw Yu Jiao holding the silver needle very skillfully, a look of doubt flashed across his eyes. Could it be that she really knew medical skills?
Blood oozes out of Zhou Huai's ten fingers, dripping down his fingertips onto the ground.
The two young men from the Zhou family murmured, "Can a woman like her really treat a disease? How can she bleed someone? She might as well not only fail to cure the disease, but also harm Uncle Huai."
The eldest son of the Zhou family was also full of doubts. He had never heard of a woman who could practice medicine. His mother must have been so frightened that she actually asked the Yu family's daughter-in-law to see the doctor and even said such nonsense as "no blame if the patient cannot be saved". He pulled Zhou's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, are you crazy? How can Meng Yujiao practice medicine?"
The people from the first and second wives had just arrived and had no idea what was going on in the house. They were a little surprised to see Yu Jiao giving Zhou Huai acupuncture and it was not her own old man.
Yu Jiao knew that she couldn't control the others in the room, so when she saw Yu Qizhe coming in, she looked up at him and said with a smile, "Fifth brother, do you have any green onions at home? Please find some green onions, fry them and send them over."
Yu Qizhe had never been to the kitchen before, and Song was afraid that he might not do it well, so she quickly said, "I'll get it if we have some at home." After that, she walked towards the kitchen.
Old Master Yu had never heard that scallion whites could cure diseases. His face grew increasingly gloomy. He thought Yu Jiao was fooling around and was about to scold her when Zhou Huai, who was lying unconscious on the door panel, let out a gasp.
The breathing was rapid and long, as if someone who had one foot in the gate of hell suddenly came back to life.
Then Zhou Huai slowly opened his eyelids and woke up, but his limbs were still stiff, and his teeth were out of control as if he had suffered a stroke, and he couldn't speak.
The Zhou family was surprised and happy, crying and laughing. They never expected that Zhou Huai would wake up so quickly.
"Boss, you're finally awake. I was scared to death!" Zhou knelt beside Zhou Huai with red eyes, and her tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
The expressions of Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu were particularly intriguing. They had never expected that Meng Yujiao had actually saved Zhou Huai by accident. Especially Mr. Yu, who had just repeatedly warned that crotch wind was an incurable disease, but now it was cured by Yu Jiao. He felt a little embarrassed.
"The scallion whites are ready." Song was in the kitchen, hearing the crying and shouting in the main room. She thought the man from the Zhou family was dying, so she hurriedly came in with the scallion whites.
Yu Jiao motioned Zhou to take the scallion and said, "Put the scallion two fingers below your man's navel."
Zhou hurriedly did as she was told.
Yu Jiao asked Song again, "Do you have any Sanqi at home?"
Song nodded, "Yes."
"Take two scallions and ten grams of Panax notoginseng, and boil them in wine." Yu Jiao said.
Song hurried to the west room to get some Panax notoginseng and went to the kitchen to cook soup according to Yu Jiao's instructions.
Yu Jiao looked at Yu Qizhe and said, "Fifth brother, do you have a pen and paper? Lend it to me."
Yu Qizhe looked at her deeply, went back to the room to get paper and pen, and spread them out on the table.
Yu Jiao found a stool and sat down at the table. She picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing. Old Man Yu came forward and tried hard to decipher it, but he could only recognize the two words "Danpi".
"Are you writing a prescription?" asked Mr. Yu.
Yu Jiao nodded.
Old Master Yu stroked his beard, thought for a while, and said, "Your handwriting is really hard to recognize. If the doctor outside can't understand it and prescribes the wrong medicine, it will be a disaster."
Yu Jiao stopped writing, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. She was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and was forced by her grandfather to practice calligraphy since she was a child. However, her handwriting always looked like a worm crawling, without shape or meaning. She was often scolded by her grandfather, and it was always her senior brother who helped her write prescriptions.
Yu Jiao raised her eyes to look at Yu Qizhe, smiled flatteringly and said softly, "Fifth brother..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mr. Yu.
"Let me write the prescription." Just as he finished speaking, he took the pen from Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao smiled gently, seeing through Mr. Yu's thoughts, and did not bother with him. She said slowly, "Uncaria rhynchophylla, Semen Cassiae, Gentiana scabra, seven cents each, add Cortex Moutan, Acorus calamus, Gastrodia elata, Bamboo juice, and Scutellaria baicalensis, five cents each, boil over high heat until one bowl of water is left, take twice a day."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Man Yu had already written the prescription. If he had previously thought that Yu Jiao's rescue of Zhou Huai was just a stroke of luck, but now listening to Yu Jiao talking about these herbs and directly prescribing the prescription, he realized in his heart that he had underestimated Yu Jiao of the Meng family before. It turned out that she was a doctor, but he had never heard that anyone in the Meng family knew medicine before.
Old Master Yu blew the ink off the paper and said with a smile, "Not bad, you have inherited my true teachings. This prescription is very correct."
With just one sentence, all the credit for Yu Jiao's medical skills was attributed to him.
Yu Jiao pursed her lips slightly, having other plans in mind, and did not expose Mr. Yu's thoughts.
Yu Ruhai stood up with the written prescription in his hand and said to Zhou, "I have most of the herbs on this prescription. You still need to go to the town's pharmacy to look for Gentiana and Gallbladder Star."
"Uncle Yu, please help me get the medicine." Zhou said.
"Come with me." Yu Ruhai took the prescription and led Zhou to the west room to find medicinal materials.
Song came in with the cooked scallion and Panax notoginseng soup. Yu Jiao did not handle it and signaled Zhou's eldest son to give it to Zhou Huai who was lying on the ground.
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