After getting the meal, Fu Jingyou didn't have time to eat, so he gave a few quick instructions.
Lu Miao and the child cannot be left alone for a moment, so it is best for two people to watch them together.
If anyone needs to go out for something, the one who stays behind must bolt the ward door.
Fu Jingyou is a typical example of someone who is afraid of ropes for ten years after being bitten by a snake once.
As soon as Tang Mei heard his words, she knew he was going out:
"Where are you going?"
"Go get some pigeons... The old lady who prepared the medicine yesterday said that pigeons are good things. It's good for Miaomiao to eat them. It will help with recovery."
Tang Mei said, "There's no rush for the pigeon... She hasn't woken up yet, so she can't eat."
Fu Jingyou frowned and said:
"If you can't eat meat, then drink soup, it's the same."
He has correct ideas and decisive thoughts, just like Lu Miao in normal times.
Tang Mei lowered her head, hugged Dabao, rocked him and coaxed him, without saying anything more.
Fu Jingyou reminded her several times, "Don't leave anyone alone," "Someone must stay to watch over you," etc., before leaving.
After a good sleep, Fu Jingyou felt much better.
He often comes to the county and is familiar with almost every street and alley, but he doesn't know the specific situation of each household.
But it doesn't matter.
He didn't know, but Hu Zhiyuan lived in the county all year round, so he must have known it.
Fu Jingyou went to find Hu Zhiyuan and explained his purpose, and Hu Zhiyuan immediately responded.
Times were tough and few people kept cats and dogs, but there was actually a family in the county that kept more than a dozen pigeons.
The Hu family was having dinner, and Hu Zhiyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks and was about to take Fu Jingyou with him.
Fu Jingyou thought of something and borrowed a razor from him. He stood in the yard and shaved his beard twice before the two of them set off.
Fu Jingyou is not good at speaking, and even at the critical moment, he seems to be a little tongue-tied.
Fortunately, Hu Zhiyuan ran around the village every day and had already developed a good tongue.
With just a few words, he convinced the family that raised pigeons and quietly bought two pigeons.
"One dollar and twenty cents each...that's really expensive!"
On the way back, Hu Zhiyuan kept muttering:
"An extra twenty cents would be enough to buy two pounds of meat!"
"Does this thing weigh half a pound? That old man is definitely trying to rip us off!"
Fu Jingyou took the tied pigeon from his hand and held it in his arms:
"There's a reason why it's expensive. Pigeons nourish people, especially women after childbirth... One pigeon is better than nine chickens. You don't understand."
One pigeon is better than three rabbits, and one rabbit is better than three chickens.
After all, Fu Jingyou felt that there was something right in the saying that one pigeon is better than nine chickens.
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Hu Zhiyuan was confused. In the moment he stopped, Fu Jingyou had already walked several meters away.
He quickly caught up and said:
"Then I'll raise pigeons too and sell them to you. I won't charge you any money. I'll trade them for chickens. Is that okay?"
After being depressed for a while, Hu Zhiyuan deliberately made a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
Fu Jingyou was serious:
"No, the chicken belongs to my wife and daughter, so forget it. But if you don't want money, you can give me the pigeon for free, and I'll thank you."
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Hu Zhiyuan spat and cursed:
"Have you any shame?"
Fu Jingyou raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, and it was a rare smile on his face recently.
He quickened his pace, ignored Hu Zhiyuan, and ran ahead to rush back to the hospital first.
In the hospital, Tang Mei had already fed Lu Miao this morning's dose of Chinese medicine.
When Fu Jingyou returned, Mr. Qian had rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and was about to give him an acupuncture treatment.
Only Tang Mei and Chen Guifen were in the room. When Fu Jingyou went in, Tang Mei drove him away, saying that he was gay.
Only then did Fu Jingyou understand why he didn't see Lu Yuanzheng.
"I'm gay, but I'm also Miaomiao's husband, so there's nothing to be shy about."
Put the pigeon with its wings tied in the corner. Fu Jingyou was determined and stayed by the bedside.
"The old man said that massage and acupressure need to be learned by someone else... I am Miaomiao's husband. I am always by her side. I am the most suitable person."
Mr. Qian nodded. Seeing that he had the patience and was willing, Tang Mei didn't say anything more.
Acupuncture mainly targets points on the calves and abdomen.
Lu Miao rolled up his trouser legs, lifting up part of his clothes on his abdomen, revealing his fair and delicate skin underneath.
This is about curing illnesses and saving lives, no one will think too much about anything else.
Although Mr. Qian is old, his hands are very steady.
He held the long and thin needles in his hand, twisted them gently, and then pierced Lu Miao's body.
When Fu Jingyou saw this, his deep brows knitted together in worry:
"...Will she feel any pain?"
"How can it hurt when acupuncture is applied to acupuncture points?"
Mr. Qian laughed, but after a while he said jokingly:
"In this situation, if she feels pain, that would actually be a good thing. She might wake up."
Fu Jingyou pursed his lips, suppressed his heartache, and felt a heavy heart beside him.
It took me more than half an hour to finish one circle of stitches.
Mr. Qian began to remove the needles, and then he started to massage and acupuncture.
Every time he pinches an acupoint, Mr. Qian will explain the name of the acupoint and what its main function is.
Mr. Qian was very meticulous. When he was still here, he always took Fu Jingyou and others to go through the process together.
Acupuncture points, meridian circulation, and other pathological and health-preserving knowledge were explained over and over again to ensure that Fu Jingyou and the others really remembered them.
Fu Jingyou remembered it very carefully.
Mr. Qian was indeed quite capable. On the same night after the acupuncture and acupressure, Lu Miao began to discharge lochia.
Tang Mei wanted to deal with Lu Miao, but Fu Jingyou didn't let her.
Lu Miao is shy, and she wouldn't want such a private matter to be handled by so many people.
Fu Jingyou asked Tang Mei to help get some hot water, and then asked them all to stay outside the door.
He cleaned up Lu Miao himself in the ward.
The lochia is dripping, sometimes it comes and sometimes it doesn't.
Lu Miao felt uncomfortable lying down because he was afraid of dirtying the bed.
Fu Jingyou put something under her and kept a thin blanket over her lower body, and did not let her put on pants.
Lu Yuanzheng avoided these things and stopped visiting in the ward. Every time he came, he would just take a look from a distance at the door and then leave in a hurry.
The time for Chen Miaomiao's execution is approaching, and Lu Yuanzheng is very busy.
Not only was he busy with Chen Miaomiao's affairs, but there was also an urging telegram from Beijing.
At home he is a father and a husband.
Outside, he is the leader and the president of the Beijing-North Military Region University.
There are a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.
Before the execution, Lu Yuanzheng went to the prison to see Chen Miaomiao once.
After the doctor's simple treatment, Chen Miaomiao's injury was covered with white gauze on one of her eyes, and she looked crazy.
Lu Yuanzheng sat on the chair and watched her go crazy in silence.
It was not until someone around him gently reminded him that visiting time was up that Lu Yuanzheng slowly stood up.
He didn't leave in a hurry, but stood there and looked at Chen Miaomiao calmly and said:
"Don't your eyes hurt?"
Chen Miaomiao tilted her head back, poking and tapping with her fingers, looking for the stars and the moon, without any emotional fluctuations.
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