Feng Qingxue was surprised and delighted when she heard him express his feelings. She was full of admiration for Wu Zheng and was also very grateful to him.

Wu Zheng said as he wiped the needles: "Come to my place every two or three days, do acupuncture and massage for a month, plus internal and external conditioning, and that's basically it. For arms and legs that don't have acupuncture, massage, or medicated oil, you can only wait until the shrapnel is taken out and the wound is healed before coming back to me. If you are in the army and can't come back, go find Xiao Guo and her niece. Both of them are experts, but they use a lot of Western medical techniques, and few people know that they are proficient in acupuncture and massage."

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang thanked him again and again, and asked if they could go to the mining area hospital to buy medicine.

While Lu Jiang was receiving acupuncture and massage, Feng Qingxue had already read two prescriptions. Unfortunately, most of the medicines stored in the space were Western medicines and Chinese patent medicines, and there were very few Chinese medicinal materials that could be directly used to make medicines. The more expensive Chinese medicinal materials were ginseng, deer antler, donkey-hide gelatin, wolfberry, safflower, astragalus, Panax notoginseng, etc., which she had painstakingly bought in the production area.

"Sure. The mining area hospital is a hospital that serves miners and coal factory workers. People often get injured. There is a Chinese medicine pharmacy. The herbs are not complete, but they can prepare the prescriptions I give you."

After dinner, Wu Zheng took them to get the medicine.

Wu Zheng and Mrs. Wu insisted on keeping the two of them for dinner. Fortunately, the two of them were used to bringing their own dry food, so they agreed.

While helping Mrs. Wu with the work, Feng Qingxue finally understood why Lu Jiang said that she was wasting food, because she found that when Mrs. Wu was frying wilted eggplants, she only used gauze dipped in a little oil to wipe the bottom of the pot.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qingxue felt ashamed.

Knowing that Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were not short of money, Wu Zheng provided them with enough medicinal materials at once.

It cost a few dollars to load the large and small bags of medicinal herbs onto the mule cart.

Feng Qingxue was concerned about the shortage of medical care and medicine in Caohu Brigade and Wanglou Brigade, so she begged him to buy some common medicines for her and her husband to bring back, but she was unable to do so because of the extremely strict drug management in the hospital.

If you are a worker, you can see a doctor and get medicine for free.

Neither Lu Jiang nor Feng Qingxue was one of them, and Wu Zheng was a man of integrity who would not abuse his power for personal gain, so the two of them spent the money, but they were willing to do so.

Mr. Lu was very relieved when he found out.

Fortunately, Feng Qingxue wanted to study medicine and went to visit Wu Zheng, otherwise, if Lu Jiang's hidden injury was allowed to develop further, the consequences would be disastrous!

Hidden injuries are internal injuries. External injuries are easy to treat, but internal injuries are difficult to heal and not easily discovered.

Father Lu praised Feng Qingxue as the lucky star of the family.

"Dad, please don't laugh at me. I don't deserve the title of lucky star. It is my and A Jiang's luck to meet Mr. Wu and have him treat us sincerely." Feng Qingxue said as she prepared the medicinal oil according to the method written down by Wu Zheng, so as to use it directly after the two bottles of medicinal oil were used up.

Father Lu and Lu Jiang helped together. After they finished, the old man said to Feng Qingxue, "There should be quite a few medical books in our collection. Throughout history, many scholars have known a little about medicine. I also know a little about health preservation, so naturally I will collect such books. When no one is paying attention at night, I will find them and give them to you."

"Thank you, Dad!" Feng Qingxue had looked at the list of books. She was worried about the incomplete medical books collected in her space. There was no bookstore in the city, so she could only try her luck at the scrap yard.

"You're welcome, family!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There are no valuable rare books in the Lu family's collection. To put it bluntly, this is a common problem among literati. They believe that cultural classics are more valuable than jewelry, jade and antiques, so they first hide books and paintings with cultural value, and then consider gold and silver.