Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 17 No need, isn't this ready-made
Gu Jingzhao's expression changed, "Take me to have a look."

Qing took Jing Zhao upstairs.

The face of the woman on the mat was black, and there was some filth spit out on the ground. She kept humming softly, as if she was in pain.

This disease is ferocious and highly contagious, and there may be an incubation period.

Now he has no way to determine whether Qing's mother was infected with the disease before, or because Qing came into contact with the sick clansman in Shandan yesterday and brought the disease back to infect her mother.

If it's the former... Jing Zhao feels guilty when he thinks about it. The original owner had the disease. By chance, his time travel allowed this body to survive, but it's hard to say whether he will be infected again.

Now that I can't hide, I can only find a prescription to cure the epidemic no matter what!Not only to save others, but also to save ourselves.

Jing Zhao bet this time, putting the treasure on Ah Fu.

He stared and settled down: "Qing, this disease is contagious, I can't let your mother live in the shop, otherwise it will not only be you, but also two children, and Aning and Ah Fu in the backyard." , are at risk of infection."

Jing Zhao patted her on the shoulder and continued: "If you agree, I think you can send your mother to live with the sick clansmen in Shandan. They will be quarantined together and treated together."

"No."

As soon as Jing Zhao finished speaking, Qing vetoed it.The woman's apricot eyes were red and swollen from crying, "Grandpa, my mother is old, if she gets this disease again, she can't leave someone to take care of her."

Jing Zhao frowned: "If you are infected, what will happen to your young sons?"

Qing also had a difficult time. The two young sons could not do without the care of their mother. As a child, she could not ignore her mother's life or death.

The old woman suddenly patted Qing's hand. She woke up from her lethargy at some point, and she might have heard their conversation. Her voice was very soft, and she whispered something in Qing's ear.

Qing's complexion changed, and tears rolled down in streams, but the old woman patted Qing's hand lightly in relief.

Jing Zhao could tell that as a mother, she must be trying to persuade Qing to give up on herself.Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong.No one in this world will give everything including life for you unconditionally, unless this person is a mother.

Jing Zhao's heart ached, and he turned his back a little unbearably.

This decision can only be made by oneself, and no one has the right to interfere.

For a moment, Qing raised her head and looked at Gu Jingzhao, her eyes determined: "Grandfather, let me go too, I will take care of the sick. My husband and father also suffered from this disease. When I was at home, I was the one who took care of them. I know what to do."

She paused, and then said: "It's just that my two youngest sons are still young. If I...unfortunately contract this disease, please benefactor take pity on my two children and help me take care of them."

Jing Zhao had mixed feelings in his heart, and his eyes flicked back and forth between the old woman and the two children, but unfortunately he was not clear, and all his better solutions could not be applied to this already fragmented family.

All his rationality was defeated by the Qing family's emotions at this moment.

Jing Zhao looked at the two lovely children beside Qing with distress. The two children had lost their father. If their mother and grandma (grandmother) also died in this epidemic, they would become orphans in this troubled world.

but……

Jing Zhao couldn't think of a better way.

At this moment, Ah Fu, who came out of nowhere, said: "I think it's okay, you take your mother and hurry over there."

Jing Zhao suddenly turned to look at Ah Fu.This guy... what a fart he promised.

"Don't you see that I'm still thinking about it? You just leave it here and come up with random ideas!" He pulled Afu aside.

"I can see it, little boss, you are in a hurry to take a shit." A Fu held a dead wooden cane, and looked at Jing Zhao with a half-smile.

"You..." Gu Jingzhao couldn't breathe.

"I think what she said is very reasonable. If something happens to her, you can take care of her children. Little boss, you don't even need to get married, you just got a pair of children for nothing. What a wonderful thing."

"Hehehe." Jing Zhao sneered, "A good thing? Do you want such a good thing?"

Ah Fu shrugged his shoulders: "They didn't trust me, what do I want?" He rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Tell me, does this little widow like you?"

Jing Zhao's fist hardened in an instant!

He turned his eyes to Ah Fu's feet, snorted and chuckled: "It seems that my painkiller works well."

"Thanks to the little boss who personally boiled the medicine for me." Ah Fu smiled slightly, two small dimples looming at the corners of his mouth.

Jing Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, "If you recover, go and see those sick people for me. They say that you are the best doctor in a thousand miles around. You can't shirk the matter of curing diseases and saving lives."

"The little boss asked me to see, I should serve. It's just...you made a mistake. Healing diseases and saving lives is not a matter of human beings, but destiny."

While smiling, he grabbed a small wooden carving and played with it in his hand.

This little bastard is playing tricks on him.

Jing Zhao rolled his eyes around, pointed at Mat Shangqing's mother, and said, "This epidemic is fierce, and it is likely to be highly contagious. We stayed in the same room with this sick person for so long. There's no guarantee you won't be infected."

Jing Zhao tapped the table twice, "But... there's nothing you can do about it. You just said that fate is up to the sky, not to people."

Ah Fu glanced in the direction of the patient, his face became ugly.

As a doctor himself, he naturally knew that Jing Zhao's words were not alarmist.What's more, from Sanshan to Quanjun, he saw more and more people fell ill, and the disease was spreading.

It has reached a point where no one can stay out of it.

The so-called saving others is nothing more than saving oneself.

Ah Fu put away the joke, and said with a serious expression: "Even if I can make a prescription, without the medicinal materials, it still can't save people."

After a while, Jing Zhao raised his head and said slowly, "You only need to prepare the prescription, and I'll figure out the rest."

Ah Fu stared at him suspiciously: "What I want is not ordinary medicinal materials such as jasmine root and calamus. The medicinal materials I want cannot be bought in ordinary pharmacies."

Jing Zhao secretly rolled his eyes. He spent ten coupons for his "common medicinal materials" yesterday. If the medicinal materials were not ordinary, those coupons would not be worth the expense!

But with a calm and elegant face, "You give the prescription first."

After Jing Zhao finished speaking, he paused and said, "I'll make breakfast in a while, and you all go to Shandan with the food, and you stay there to treat them."

"No need, isn't there a ready-made one here?" He raised his eyebrows and pointed to Qing's mother, and began to take her pulse after sitting down.On the one hand, he asked Qing about the old woman's current situation.

Jing Zhao saw that there was no room for him to intervene, so he went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

(End of this chapter)