Isatis root and isatis indigotica are both anti-inflammatory drugs.
"This is honeysuckle, which is also anti-inflammatory."
"This is Baiji. It's used to stop bleeding."
"This is Platycladus orientalis leaf, used to stop bleeding."
“…”
The old doctor became more and more excited as he reported, his eyes shining.
These herbs are anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, analgesic and fever-reducing.
It is not used in daily life and few people pay attention to it.
Even the old Chinese medicine practitioners themselves usually only use dry medicinal materials that can be used directly in their clinics. They don’t grow, dry or pound the herbs themselves like in TV dramas.
Now the clinic has become a ruin, with medicinal materials scattered everywhere, making it difficult to put together a complete prescription.
The old doctor was anxious and wanted to do something for the injured folks, but he had no medicine, and he was not as professional as the young nurse in nursing.
For a moment, I even forgot that I could go up the mountain to collect Chinese herbs.
The number of wild Chinese medicinal materials is limited, and the same medicine is only enough for two or three people.
Fortunately, Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang brought back a wide variety of medicinal herbs, enough for dozens of people.
The old Chinese doctor thought Jiang Shiyue had picked them and asked kindly, "Young comrade, how do you know so many Chinese herbs?"
Jiang Shiyue shook her head and proudly pushed Yangyang to the front, "It's not me, it's our child."
Old Chinese doctor: “…”
He widened his eyes in astonishment, looked at Jiang Shiyue and then at Yangyang, and smiled, "Little comrade, you are really humorous."
Can a one-meter-tall child know so many Chinese medicines?
The other medical staff also had strange expressions on their faces, and just like the old Chinese doctor, they didn't believe what Jiang Shiyue said.
Yangyang is obviously a two or three-year-old child. How could he know so many kinds of Chinese medicine when he can still wet the bed?
Half a sack contains twenty or thirty kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs.
How can a child who may not even know his own name pick out the most needed medicinal herbs from a pile of weeds so accurately?
Moreover, many medicinal herbs do not grow together at all. Some grow at the foot of the mountain, some at the top of the mountain, and some halfway up the mountain.
Everyone present looked at Yang Yang with suspicion.
Yangyang still had no expression on his face. His tender three-year-old face was calm, as if he was an elder who had seen the ups and downs of the world and was not happy or sad because of things.
Yangyang didn't care about other people's doubts. However, as a mother, Jiang Shiyue didn't want Yangyang to suffer such grievances. She swept her eyes over everyone's faces and snorted, "I'm not being humorous, I'm telling the truth. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Some people remain mediocre their entire lives, while others achieve extraordinary success at a young age. People are different after all."
The old Chinese doctor was old and had seen a lot of things. He was not angry when Jiang Shiyue bullied him. Moreover, he knew that Jiang Shiyue was answering him, but he was not just saying it to him. He said calmly: "You are right! We are short-sighted. So, since the child knows so many Chinese medicines, could you please ask him to take everyone to find more herbs nearby? These..." He pointed to the herbs on the ground, "are far from enough."
In the face of natural disasters, human lives are no different from those of ants.
The city of Xuyi became a tomb, burying most of the people alive.
Except for a few who escaped the disaster, most people did not escape the earthquake. Only a few lucky survivors were completely unharmed, while most survivors suffered injuries of varying degrees.
Many people lost their lives in their sleep.
Being alive is a blessing.
There are still many people buried under the rubble and their lives are unknown.
However, Jiang Shiyue refused without a second thought: "No."
A young female nurse's face suddenly turned bad. "Why not? Or are you lying? Your son doesn't know so many Chinese medicines, so you don't dare let him go?"
Jiang Shiyue sneered: "Some people look clean but their hearts are dirty, so everything they see is dirty. This is disaster relief, not a performance. What practical significance does my lying have? Human lives are at stake, so many people are waiting to be saved! Lying can't save anyone.
If my son found it, then it's my son who found it. Besides, even if I said I found it, would you believe me?
My son is mine, so of course I feel bad for him. He's so little, and he's been running with me up the mountain for hours. Just because he doesn't complain of being tired doesn't mean he isn't. Even working animals need some fodder to rest, right?
Or do you have double standards? When identifying herbs, you think my son is too young to be trusted, but when I lead others to find herbs, he suddenly becomes grown up and doesn't know how to be tired?
The nurse, who was rebuked by Jiang Shiyue, blushed and said, "You..."
The doctor beside her stopped her from saying anything more with a look, and said to Jiang Shiyue with a pleasant face, "I'm sorry! Comrade, Xiaohui means no harm, but as you know, in this situation, a minute's delay could mean a life lost! We were inconsiderate. How about this? We still have to ask the child to come up the mountain with us, but can I carry him the whole way?"
"No." Jiang Shiyue still refused. "Don't use moral blackmail. It's not like a simple "no malice" can always silence a bad word. The child is young and needs to rest. Besides, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Let him rest well so that he can concentrate on finding more herbs."
After saying this, Jiang Shiyue ignored everyone's expressions and took Yangyang back to their tent.
She carried Yangyang to the bed and took off his shoes and socks.
Several blisters formed on the soles of the fair and tender little feet.
Jiang Shiyue blew gently and asked him tenderly, "Does it hurt?"
Yangyang shook his head, thought about it, and nodded.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
A normal person should nod first and then shake their head, right?
She understood that Yangyang was afraid that she would leave, so she smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Don't worry, I won't leave. I will always be with you."
Jiang Shiyue still had the needle she borrowed at the train station pinned to her clothes and hadn't returned it, mainly because she hadn't had the chance to return it.
He just took it and burned it on the fire, holding Yangyang's little feet with one hand and pricked his blisters with the other hand.
When picking bubbles, Jiang Shiyue still blew on them gently unconsciously even though she knew it was meaningless.
"call……"
Yangyang didn't move the whole time. Only when Jiang Shiyue came to his feet and blew gently, he would look at the top of Jiang Shiyue's head, and a warm ripple appeared in his clean and clear eyes.
Jiang Shiyue treated the blisters on Yangyang's feet, picked the leaves from the few herbs she had left on her body, crushed them, and gently applied them to Yangyang's feet. She asked him to lie down and said, "Have a good sleep. When you wake up, you'll have to take everyone to find herbs. Human lives are at stake, so you have to save us if you can!"
Yangyang looked at her stubbornly.
Jiang Shiyue promised: "I won't leave, I will stay with you."
Only then did Yangyang close his eyes.
Jiang Shiyue found a thin piece of wood and used it as a fan to fan Yangyang.
The look is complicated.
Jiang Shiyue knew very well that in the golden 72 hours, every second of delay could result in the loss of a life.
But she is also a mother, and she always has selfish motives.
No matter how unspoken Yangyang is, or how talented and sensible he is, he is still just a three-year-old baby after all.
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