The little lucky wife of a peasant family, the chief minister pinches her waist and dotes on her

Early the next morning, a crowd of people came to the door of the inn.

Shopkeeper Bai hurriedly stepped forward: "Folks, let's stand upright. Can we come one by one?"

"In order to avoid scaring other ladies, the lady of the Li family who will provide free medical consultation today is named Ning. You can call me Dr. Ning, or Madam Li."

"The other doctor is Mrs. Li's disciple, whose surname is Yun. You can call her Dr. Yun or Mrs. Yun."

After hearing what Shopkeeper Bai said, the villagers stood upright and waited in line.

Not long after, Ning Qiyue also came out with Yun Dai and Bi Yun. Chang Lin, Chang Fu and Shi Qi maintained order.

Li Zhiyan sat in front of a case and prescribed prescriptions for everyone.

"Auntie, please come forward." Yun Dai was still a little embarrassed and almost said the wrong thing.

Ning Qiyue was not in a hurry and looked at her with a smile.

Seeing that she calmed down after starting to treat people, he stopped looking at her and said, "I've also started here. Please be the first one to come forward."

The old man limped and carefully walked to the seat in front of Ning Qiyue and sat down.

Ning Qiyue smelled a smell of rotten meat on the tip of her nose, but it was nothing unusual.

The old man looked at Ning Qiyue with gratitude in his eyes.

"Old man, can you show me the injury?" Ning Qiyue put on a pair of silver gloves.

The old man didn't feel that Ning Qiyue disrespected him. The old man took off his shoes embarrassedly, revealing the injuries on the soles of his feet.

The wound was already oozing with pus, and was as red and swollen as a steamed bun. The wound was just a small opening, and yellow pus was constantly flowing out.

"Biyun, help my father-in-law go lie down on the recliner over there." Ning Qiyue ordered Biyun while preparing the things to be used.

Biyun took the order and stepped forward to help the old man go to the recliner on the side. The old man was a little embarrassed. Biyun said softly: "Master, don't worry, our young lady has very good medical skills."

The old man nodded repeatedly, saying thank you and thanking you for causing trouble.

Ning Qiyue came over with something and said with a smile: "As a doctor, you should constantly improve your medical skills and serve patients, so why bother."

After saying that, she sat on a small stool with a gauze mask on her face. She probed with her hand and found that there was a foreign object inside.

Take out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and sprinkle the powder on the wound.

Then he took a needle and stuck it in.

Those looking around gasped, and Ning Qiyue asked the old man: "Can you still feel it?"

"No, the wound feels numb."

"it is good."

Ning Qiyue stopped asking, took out a sharp knife, disinfected it with spiritual power, and slashed directly towards the wound.

As soon as the knife went down, a stream of yellow pus spurted out.

The person squatting at the front almost got stained by the yellow pus. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He stepped back several steps with his hands on the ground before stopping.

There was even a look of horror on his face, and a smile flashed in Ning Qiyue's eyes. It is human nature to like to join in the fun.

She pressed her hand on the wound, and after a while, a sharp wooden thorn was squeezed out.

Seeing this, the old man's wife couldn't help but slap her thigh: "Oh, I didn't expect there to be more here. My old man accidentally stepped on a rotten wood when he was in the field that day."

"It was bleeding profusely. I was afraid there was something inside, so I squeezed it, but I didn't expect there was something inside."

"Old man, you have suffered a lot this time." The woman blamed herself, and the old man waved his hand.

"What does it have to do with you? I didn't even realize there was something inside. I have to thank Dr. Ning this time."

The mother-in-law nodded repeatedly and agreed gratefully: "Yes, yes, thank you very much, Dr. Ning. It's such a kindness. Thank you."

"Auntie and father-in-law, please don't be polite." Ning Qiyue calmly treated the wound. After the wood thorn came out, all the yellow pus was squeezed out and cleaned, and then he was given the golden sore medicine.

"Old man, this is the golden sore medicine I made myself. It has a miraculous effect on stopping the bleeding of wounds. I don't have much with me, so I will give the rest to you."

"Thank you, Doctor Ning. Thank you, Doctor Ning." The old man was helped up by his mother-in-law, and he kept saying thanks.

Ning Qiyue smiled, took off her gloves and handed them to Chang Lin. Chang Lin put the gloves in boiling hot water, boiled them, then took them out and put them aside to dry.

Sitting down again in front of the diagnosis case, Ning Qiyue started a new round of treatment.

The number of people on Ning Qiyue's side decreased one by one, and those who got the prescriptions thanked each other and left.

Just when the next one was about to come forward, the maid from yesterday came over arrogantly and stood in front of Ning Qiyue, looking up and down.

Seeing that Ning Qiyue was such a beautiful young woman, she was also stunned.

With a slight snort, the maid spoke: "I am the maid next door to Aunt Zhou Jiayu. My name is Qingzhu, and you must be the female doctor at the free clinic."

Ning Qiyue ignored him and said softly to the patient in front of him: "Auntie, you coughed too violently earlier and hurt yourself a little, but it's not serious. You can wait until you go to my husband's place to get the prescription, grab some medicine and decoct it and you'll be fine. ”

"Thank you, Doctor Ning, thank you very much." The mother-in-law was a little afraid of the green bamboo, but she was still very grateful to Ning Qiyue.

"Ms. sir, please record this..."

After reporting the name of the medicine to Li Zhiyan for recording, Ning Qiyue smiled at the woman and added: "The prescription I prescribed is very effective and not very expensive. About ten yuan is enough."

"Hey, thank you." The mother-in-law sighed quickly and went to Li Zhiyan to get the prescription.

Qingzhu's face changed, and he scolded unhappily: "I'm talking to you, why do you pretend not to hear me!"

"If your aunt needs medical treatment, just come here and line up. Why would you send a maid here to show off?"

Ning Qiyue looked at Qingzhu calmly, and Qingzhu's face turned red with anger.

She glared at Ning Qiyue and said harshly: "What do you think you are? You are just a wandering barefoot doctor. How can a good woman be a female doctor!"

"I came to call you personally to give you face. I can tell you, don't be shameless."

"This guy named Bai is just a servant. His family and our Zhou family have been on good terms for generations."

"You have offended our Aunt Yu, and you are walking around without food."

"If you still want to have a good free medical consultation, just follow me to Zhou's house and ask for a safe pulse for my Aunt Yu."

Qingzhu's words amused Ning Qiyue. Ning Qiyue looked at her and mocked: "Does your master know that you are causing such big trouble to the Zhou family outside?"

"What trouble, what nonsense!" Qingzhu snorted.

"Then did you know that only royal nobles who take pulse can be called the Ping An pulse?"

"Do you mean that the Zhou family is a member of the royal family, or simply the local emperor?" As soon as Ning Qiyue said these words, the little maid suddenly turned pale.

"You heard wrong. I meant to ask you to take a pulse."

The villagers on the side said one after another: "All we hear is please be safe."

"How dare you, a little concubine of the Zhou family, be so unruly, want Dr. Ning to treat you, and belittle her like this!"

When the man finished speaking, Qingzhu looked at him fiercely.

When I saw the person, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Cheng, Mr. Cheng?" Qingzhu looked at Mr. Cheng who was wearing ordinary clothes, and then at shopkeeper Bai who had an unchanging expression.

"I'm sorry, I'll go back and tell our aunt right now." Qingzhu didn't dare to be presumptuous. The owners of Fulai Inn were all lining up obediently.

How could she have the dignity to continue to stand here and let people follow her back to get her aunt's pulse?