"Alright, alright, the Fan family is fine now. Last time, someone in the village accidentally ate some poisonous mushrooms and foamed at the mouth, insisting that he saw his father, who had been dead for many years, dancing. After inducing vomiting, he drank the herbs sent by the Ding family, and after recovering, he was as energetic as ever!"
"Although Uncle Ding and Aunt Ding are not doctors, they have been collecting herbs for many years and are extremely familiar with pharmacology. They are probably even more skilled than barefoot doctors."
Given the unpleasant smell inside the house, and the fact that everyone had their own work to do, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Fan Jin was still inside, and Shui Qing felt embarrassed to leave too early.
She instructed her children, "Yanqiu and Dajiang, you go back first. Your father and I will stay here a little longer."
There was still a lot of work to be done at home, so she and Fan Jin could stay here.
Yan Qiu and Fan Jiang didn't really have much affection for their grandmother and uncle's family; they preferred to go home and work.
Hearing her mother speak, she whispered, "Mother, you and Father don't tire yourselves out. Let's go home and get some work done. Don't worry about things at home."
Shui Qing nodded. "Don't worry, it won't tire me out."
The place was filled with the stench of feces, urine, and vomit; she couldn't even stand the smell, let alone serve her!
After watching her two children leave, Shuiqing lifted her foot and looked into the main room.
Aunt Ding had already brewed the herbal medicine, put it in a large wooden basin, and carried it inside.
Inside the large wooden basin was a ladle made from half a gourd. She scooped up a ladleful of herbal water, pinched the patient's nose, and poured it in as soon as the patient opened their mouth.
No matter how loudly the patient coughs.
Moving on to the next one.
The method is simple and crude, yet extremely efficient.
The symptoms of Fan Dazhu and the other three were much milder. They were just weak in their legs and had no energy. They were then forced to vomit, and almost vomited bile.
Now, a large ladle of herbal water was suddenly poured into his throat, causing him to cough violently!
He yelled angrily, "Are you doing this on purpose! Can't you feed me properly? How can you force-feed me medicine like that? I choked, do you know that?!"
Everyone else who was helping stopped and looked up at Fan Dazhu.
His eyes were full of disapproval.
They were just as rough with them. The Fan family has many poisoned people and is filthy. Who cares about being gentle?
Does Dazhu also harbor resentment towards them?
Was this statement even meant for them?
Those who hadn't left the courtyard, hearing the commotion inside, also moved closer to the main entrance of the hall.
Aunt Ding, whom Fan Dazhu had mentioned, was actually the one who minded the least.
Without pausing, the slightly plump body continued to pour in the herbs one after another.
After finishing the last bottle, she straightened up, counted everyone, and made sure no one was missed. Then, her smile widened.
He then turned to the crowd at the door and sighed as he explained, "I had no choice. This herb must be drunk while it's still hot, and the sooner you drink it, the better the effect."
Many members of the Fan family were poisoned this time. I was worried about wasting time, so I didn't pay attention to being careful and gentle in my actions. I didn't expect to choke Dazhu and upset him.
Sigh, in the end, it's still my fault for not doing a good job.
"Oh, a child? I remember Dazhu was seventeen this year, right? What kind of child is old enough to get married!"
"Exactly! Even children can distinguish between good and bad. This is simply disheartening."
“Aunt Ding, you’ve done a great job. I think he’s almost fully recovered. Let them handle the rest themselves.”
The crowd dispersed like a tide.
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