Lianliankan

Chapter 65 Treating Eye Diseases
The next day, Zhao Yetian got up at dawn because he was worried about seeing a doctor for Zheng Guangming.

Then, looking at the noodle tank that had bottomed out at home, and the ration of 28 catties per month in the grain book, he had to face a very real problem, how to eat.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ye found helplessly that the underground business of Yuanshen and Shui Ziliu could not stop for the time being.

Speaking of which, it's all the fault of the system.Due to the cheating background arranged by the system, coupled with the time node, after the death of his father in this life, Zhao Ye was not able to enter the flax factory as he wished to take over.

The first one or two years were fine, relying on the subsidy of five yuan a month from the street office, some savings at home, and occasional donations from Li Suhua, they could barely fill their stomachs.

But in the next few years, as the predecessor began to develop, that little subsidy and quota was simply a drop in the bucket. There was really no other way.

If it wasn't for Zhao Ye himself to transmigrate in time, the temperament he had developed in his previous body would have ended up like Shui Ziliu and the others sooner or later, and he would inevitably go to prison.

Closer to home, seeing that there was no food left at home, Zhao Ye immediately decided to go outside for breakfast, find a Chinese medicine shop by the way, gather all the medicinal materials needed, and buy a set of acupuncture and moxibustion equipment.

Putting on a thick padded jacket, and putting on his hat, Zhao Ye came out of the empty mouse-running house, and walked towards the nearest market with an unrecognizable pace, out of the light-text.

After going back and forth like this, when he came to Zheng's house in Taiping Hutong again, it was already after noon.

Zheng Guangming was sitting in the yard waiting early, and when he heard Zhao Ye's footsteps, he immediately greeted outside the yard happily: "Brother Zhao, you're here!"

Then, without waiting for Zhao Ye to respond, he turned his head and shouted into the room: "Mom, come out quickly, brother Zhao is here."

As soon as Zheng Guangming finished speaking, an elderly woman with silver hair, a bent waist, and a face full of dimples walked out of the room.

Zhao Ye, who had watched TV dramas, admired this kind old man very much. Before she could speak, he went up to greet her and said, "You are Aunt Zheng, and I am Brother Zhao in Guangming's mouth. My name is Zhao. Ye, you can just call me Xiao Zhao."

Zheng's mother looked at Zhao Ye, who was so imposing in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little bit at a loss. After a while, she tremblingly said, "Guangming told me all about it yesterday. I really don't know how to thank you."

After finishing speaking, perhaps seeing that Zhao Ye was young, she asked with some trepidation: "That little, little Zhao, can bright eyes really be saved?"

Zhao Ye understood that given his age, he lacked convincing power, so he was not surprised. Instead, he smiled and said, "Auntie, I checked for Guangming yesterday. I am sure his eyes can be cured. Just take it easy."

"Oh, my God!" Zheng's mother exclaimed, and she was about to kneel down, but Zhao Ye, who had been on guard for a long time, helped her up.

"Auntie, don't dare to do this. Isn't it my blessing? And it's a new society now, so we don't like the old way."

Zheng's mother held Zhao Ye's hand tightly, and said in a crying voice: "Auntie really doesn't know how to thank you, this bright eye has always been a problem for me and his sister, I thought it would be like this in this life, no Thinking of meeting a living Bodhisattva."

"This is too serious. How can I compare myself to a Bodhisattva at such a young age?"

During the reply, Zhao Ye saw Zheng's mother's expression was too excited, and hurriedly told Zheng Guangming: "Guangming, don't stand there stupidly, and help your mother to the house with me, I want to treat your illness."

Reminded by Zhao Ye, Zheng's mother immediately reacted, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Xiao Zhao, aunt is getting old, and her brain is not working well, so she forgot to ask you to sit in. Come on, hurry up sit in."

Although it was the second time for Zhao Ye to enter the door of Zheng's house, but it was the first time to enter the house. He was naturally curious about their house, so as soon as he stepped on the threshold, he couldn't help but look around. .

Zheng's house has two doors, the first one is a crooked broken door, which is a small space called Mendou by the northerners. It has no windows, and the inside is dark, about three to four square meters, piled with briquettes, firewood, frozen cabbage, and frozen radish. What, there is also a shelf with buckets upside down.

Entering the second door is the room for people to live in. It is about fifteen or six square meters. The heated kang occupies half of the space.

The glass above the window sill was frozen, and in order to prevent the melted ice water from dripping onto the Kang, it was covered with rag rolls and cloth strips.

On the small floor, the other half of the area is taken up by pot tables and cupboards.There was an old table, a broken chair that made one look afraid to sit on it, and a washstand that looked equally flimsy.

In addition, there was nothing else, not even a box for putting clothes, so that the few clothes of the three members of the Zheng family were stacked against the Kang wall on the east.

How should I put it, the Zheng family seems to have a lot of things, but most of them are tattered, which is not the same as the Zhao Ye family.

But the problem is, Zhao Ye can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry, and he has the ability to buy furniture, unlike the Zheng family who are really poor.

Mother Zheng also knew that her house was a bit dilapidated, especially when she noticed that Zhao Ye was looking around, she said in a little embarrassment: "Xiao Zhao, auntie's house is small and rotten, don't be disgusted with it."

"No, I think it's pretty good, much better than my family."

How could Zheng's mother believe it, she just thought it was Zhao Ye's polite words, and then asked him to sit on the edge of the kang, and made a bowl of sugar water specially.

After seeing that Zhao Ye picked up the bowl and drank it without any hesitation, Mother Zheng finally showed a smile on her face and asked if there was anything she could do.

Hearing this, Zhao Ye took off the burden on his shoulders, took out a small packet of traditional Chinese medicine from a pile of things, asked Mother Zheng to crush it, mixed it with water and made it into a batter, and then asked for an oil lamp.

After the preparations were ready, Zhao Ye ordered Zheng Guangming to take off his upper body clothes and lie down on the kang with his eyes closed. He first roasted all the silver needles with fire, then took a deep breath, and followed the instructions of the ghost gate. The usage of thirteen needles is to apply needles on Zheng Guangming's body.

It was also Zheng Guangming's luck. If Zhao Ye hadn't chosen the special skill of Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate at that time, even if he has the level of a fourth-level Chinese medicine practitioner, he would be powerless against this stubborn disease.

It's just that this skill is good, but it also has a fatal shortcoming, that is, it consumes a lot of energy.

Take Zhao Ye as an example. His physical attributes at this time have already exceeded the full value of ordinary people, but after performing the cast, he is still sweating profusely and exhausted.

This also made Zhao Ye understand why such a powerful medical skill disappeared in the long river of history, because it is simply not something that ordinary people can play with. After a long time, it must not be lost!

Mother Zheng, who had been standing silently by the side for fear of making any noise, waited until Zhao Ye stopped before she dared to ask, "Xiao Zhao, is it over?"

Zhao Ye shook his head wearily, and asked Zheng's mother to fetch the medicine and gauze, carefully applied the medicine to Zheng Guangming, and then bandaged it.

After all this was done, Zhao Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Okay, you can dress Guangming now. After that, change the medicine every three days, and after a month, Guangming will almost be able to see."

"Really?" Zheng's mother looked happy, and immediately asked Zheng Guangming with concern: "Guangming, what do you think?"

Zheng Guangming shook his head and replied weakly: "I feel cold in my eyes, and I want to sleep a little."

"This...Xiao Zhao, what do you think?"

"It's okay, this is a normal reaction, let him sleep." Zhao Ye comforted.

Then, he walked to the side of the burden, took out two more packs of medicine and handed them to Zheng's mother, and solemnly explained: "This is the next medicine, and the usage is the same as the one just now."

After speaking, he told Mother Zheng his home address, and then declined her stay and left.

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