Eighty's wife is a genius doctor

Chapter 90 Going to Find Bei Sitian (Part [-])
There is a lot of rain in this season. Every time this season comes, a period of influenza begins. The elderly and children are most likely to be infected.

Yang Wulang is very busy at this time, and a small cold can be solved with a medicine cake, but if he has a fever, the villagers will usually get an IV drip. His place is not big, and there are five chairs in total, all of which are now full.

But there are still several people waiting outside holding their children and helping the old man. Yang Wulang is as busy as a spinning top. Mrs. Ma could help a few days ago, but the two children in the family have also had a fever these two days. Yang Wulang was left alone.

Yang Wulang has a son and a daughter, both in their teens. As the saying goes, a half-child eats a poor old man. Fortunately, this job is a money-making job, and he is considered rich in the mountain village.

"Old Yang, you should hurry up and get a bottle for Chuan'er!" Madam Ma ran in in a hurry.

Yang Wulang was sweating profusely, and said without turning his head, "I'm going right away!"

Yang Chuan is his youngest son, now 13 years old, who was infected shortly after his eldest daughter caught a cold, and developed a fever along with him.

"Hurry up!" Mashi urged.

For her, the people in this room are not as important as her son, and she must think about her family in everything.

Yang Wulang was not annoyed by being urged to death, but his face was a little red, and he knew that he might not be spared!
This wave of flu is severe. Originally, the seasons change, so people are prone to have a fever and catch the flu. Some people who went to the town and came back caught it and spread it to the people around them.

Ma Shi's urging words were still lingering in his ears, but it seemed a bit empty. Yang Wulang straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His head was buzzing and he was drowsy. The needle in his hand had been stuck three times.

"Wulang, take it easy, look at how my mother's hand was pierced!" The daughter-in-law on the side said to Yang Wulang with a tigerish face in order to appear filial.

Yang Wulang stood where he was, looking at the dry flat hand with only a layer of skin left. The blood vessels on it were clearly visible, but they couldn't get in no matter what.

"I said Tiancheng's family. My man didn't even put his son on the bottle, so he gave it to your mother-in-law first. What else do you want to do? Look, my husband has been exhausted for half a month! If it doesn't work, we'll close the door today. Our two children still have a fever!" Ma Shi is not a fuel-efficient lamp, you want to show filial piety, but you don't look where you are, and you are still talking about seeing your illness.

Tiancheng's daughter-in-law curled her lips when she heard the words. She just said a few words, but she didn't dare to offend Yang Wulang's family. After all, there was only such a doctor in the village.

When the people outside heard that the door was going to be closed, they were in a hurry. If it wasn't for the severe fever, who would come here for a bottle?

"Tiancheng's family, we are still waiting. If you want to fight, you can fight. If you don't, hurry up and get out!"

People began to talk outside, and when one person spoke, there were many people talking. Originally, they were anxious to get angry because they were waiting in line, and they were in a bad mood. Now that they had an outlet, they all vented out naturally.

Seeing this, Tian Cheng's old lady glared at Tian Cheng's daughter-in-law, what are you doing hypocritically, she has nothing to do to find trouble for herself!
Tiancheng's daughter-in-law didn't flatter her well, she slapped the horse's leg, and even caused a commotion, so angry in my heart!
A group of people were talking when they heard a 'plop', and then remembered Ma Shi's scream.

"Chuan'er's father!" Ma Shi exclaimed and ran over.

Yang Wulang was lying on the ground at the moment, his whole face was white, only his cheeks were red, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was panting heavily.

This is for tired sickness!

"Oh my God, please help me and carry my man away!" Madam Ma turned pale in a hurry.

A few accompanying elders rushed into the house, and hurriedly carried him into the backyard.

The people who were sitting on the chairs playing the bottle were dumbfounded, and Yang Wulang also fell ill. What about the needles in their hands?
The people outside were even more dumbfounded. Anyway, you still had the bottle, what about those people who are still waiting for the bottle?
No one paid any attention here, and those who were still in line went back sadly, and after a while in the bustling small clinic, there were only people in the room who were still holding the bottle, staring at each other.

"My liquid is almost gone, what should I do?" An old man raised his head and looked at the glass bottle wrapped in a net. The medicine inside had already bottomed out.

"Yang Wulang fell ill, and his daughter-in-law can't take care of anything else now, if you can't do it, you can pull it out yourself!" said a daughter-in-law.

She was ready to pull it out by herself. It's not that she has never seen Ma Shi pull out the needle, just pull it out and hold it down.

The old man agreed when he heard it, he must not let the blood flow back, he thought to himself, he asked someone on one side to help hold the needle, and he pulled it out with the other hand.

Yang Wulang fell ill, but the cold and fever in the village did not subside because of this, but became more and more serious. Now every household has a fever and cold, and some of them have been lying in bed for several days. The sweat in the quilt did not heal for several times, and finally he was taken to the town clinic. Although he was cured, he was brutally slaughtered.

Those who came back from the town generally looked not very good-looking.

Yang Wulang's family is also sad now. Yang Wulang is lying on the kang with a cold towel on his forehead, and there are two children lying beside him, both of whom are also covered with towels. Mrs. Ma sighed.

She can only pull out needles, but can't give injections. Yang Wulang was indeed tired during this time, and he couldn't wake up after falling asleep in a daze.

During this period of time, he lacked sleep, and people would come to give him injections in the middle of the night. He was the only doctor in the village.

At night, the two little ones woke up, barely drank some porridge, and then fell asleep in a daze, their bodies still on fire.

There are three stoves lying on the kang in the house!
In the middle of the night, Mrs. Ma didn't dare to sleep well, and she had to take a quick look at the first and second children on the kang, so she opened her eyes as soon as Yang Wulang woke up.

"Oh, I said you are in charge, you are awake, what can I do now, what medicine can I give you?" Although Ma Shi usually helped a lot, but he had never learned it, and he didn't even know how to read. There was a shelf of medicines, she didn't know which one to take!

Yang Wulang's eyelids really seemed to be hung with two pots, and he barely opened them. Hearing Ma Shi's words, he opened his mouth and said something.

Mrs. Ma didn't hear it, and seeing his eyes close again, he hurriedly leaned over, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, I didn't hear what you said."

"Go, go find Bessie..."

Ma Shi was startled, thinking she had heard wrong, who is Bei Sitian?

Yang Wulang fell asleep again in a daze, she was stunned for a long time before she remembered, isn't Bei Sitian the little widow, the daughter-in-law of Luo Er's family!
(End of this chapter)