Nongmen doctor Xiangjiaojiao daughter-in-law

Chapter 8
Dr. Wang has practiced medicine for more than [-] years. Everyone admires him wherever he goes in these nearby villages. Wherever he was so angry, he rolled his eyes and almost passed out.

Wen Dongnuan didn't care about him, and told Mrs. Zhou: "Aunt Zhou, please prepare a basin that can sit on people, a large bucket of clear water and a ladle, and I will wash your son's wound."

Zhou Shi nodded, turned around and went out the door.

Wen Dongnuan didn't stop her either, but when Mrs. Zhou left, she looked at the village chief again.

"Village chief, please go get some plant ash, which is the ashes of weeds after burning, and then mix together two catties of plant ash and five catties of water to dissolve the plant ash in the water, then filter it with a cloth and bring it to you I."

The village chief who was still hesitating, now that he heard Dongnuan's order, he believed her words for some reason, "I'll go right away."

"What can I do to help?" Seeing that the village chief and Mrs. Zhou had left, Mrs. Zhao worried that Wen Dongnuan had other orders, so she asked.

"Can auntie know how to write?" Wen Dongnuan asked.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head in embarrassment. There is no teacher in their village. If you want to read and write, you have to go to the town. It's just that the two taels of Shuxiu a month is simply not affordable for ordinary people.

In their entire Changqing Village, there are only two or three families who are able to send their children to study in the town. The others are the kind whose eyes are smeared and who don't even know how to write their own names.

Wen Dongnuan also guessed it, so he could only turn his gaze to Dr. Wang who hadn't fainted yet, "I'll write the prescription, and you write it."

Dr. Wang was sure that he would really be pissed off by Wen Dongnuan. He just scolded him as a quack doctor, and now he is still bossing him around.

"I don't write!"

"You caused the pillar to become like this. Now I can save it. If you don't write it, who will write it?" Wen Dongnuan wished he could step forward and kick the dead old man over.

She can write by herself, but who knows if the characters she writes are also common here, it is better to be careful and ask others to write them first.

"Girl, what did you say? Doctor Wang harmed my family's pillars?" Mrs. Zhou heard this sentence just after she came back from carrying water. , Even Zhou's skirt was mostly wet.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Niu Zhuzi died, so what's the matter with the old man?" Doctor Wang retorted with his heart skipping a beat.

Wen Dongnuan's eyes turned cold, but she knew what she should do most now.

"Aunt Zhou, you bring the things in first, it's important to save the pillar."

Mrs. Zhou suddenly regained her senses, picked up the wooden basin on the ground again, picked up the bucket of water that had been spilled a lot, and brought it into the room.

Wen Dongnuan carefully put the pillar into the tub, "Aunt Zhou, hold on to the pillar and don't touch the affected part of his body."

"Okay." Mrs. Zhou nodded, carefully supporting the pillar.

Wen Dongnuan took the water ladle and started scooping water to carefully water the affected part of the pillar. In fact, it is best to boil it cool and boiled. After all, there are inevitably bacteria in the raw water, but it is obviously too late to boil the water temporarily.

When Wen Dongnuan touched the water, three drops of spiritual spring condensed again from his fingertips, but the spiritual spring was the same color as the water, so no one noticed that the water that Mrs. Zhou called was already different.

The water mixed with the spiritual spring was repeatedly poured on the affected area of ​​the pillar, and the red spots on the pillar's body could be seen with the naked eye.

Zhou cried with joy, "The pillar is saved, the pillar is saved!"

After the water was finished, the village head on the other side just came in with water from plant ash.

It's just that the water from the plant ash was black. Seeing that Dong Nuan was about to pour this "dirty thing" on the pillar without changing his face, the village chief was anxious.

"Girl, this won't work, how can this dirty thing touch the wound of the pillar?"

(End of this chapter)