Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 52
Seeing Ma Youcai walking away, Su Mo asked Yan Congkuan: "Can you do it yourself?"

"Yes." Yan Congkuan nodded firmly.

"Then you take Second Sister-in-law here to take a look. I'll go out to buy some things. When we're done, we'll meet at the hospital."

Yan Congkuan looked at Wang Feng and nodded without saying much.

He is a retard now.

He had hidden it for three years, and now he no longer wanted to hide it.

In the past, he was afraid of Yan Ce and had a father who couldn't handle it. He was too weak to resist.

But it was different now. He and his uncle Yan Ce's family were all exiled, so there was no difference. Maybe none of them would survive the exile, so he really didn't care.

But he didn't know how to explain it to his mother, Wang Feng.

Once he opens his mouth, he will reveal the scars buried deep in Wang Feng's heart. His mother has become mute because of this incident, and now she is pregnant. He is really afraid that his mother Wang Feng cannot bear it.

Yan Congkuan felt helpless deep in his eyes: he could only do it step by step.

Yan Congkuan helped Wang Feng enter the hospital.

There were already many people waiting to see a doctor in the front hall. The waiter handed a sign to Yan Congkuan, indicating that Yan Congkuan would wait patiently.

Yan Congkuan took it politely with a silly smile.

The waiter looked at him with a bad look on his face and quickly moved away a few steps as if he was hiding from the god of plague.

"How can a good-looking person be a fool?"

Yan Congkuan didn't care. He took the sign with a silly smile and read the words on it: Bingsi, I guess it's a serial number.

The waiter secretly curled his lips next to him: "How can a fool understand the words on the wooden sign? Oh, and when the time comes to queue up for him, he won't even know it's him who is being called."

Thinking about it like this, he felt like laughing, lying on one side and enjoying the autumn wind.

Yan Congkuan put the sign away, found another seat, helped Wang Feng sit down, and waited quietly.

This was his first time entering a pharmacy. He felt very novel and took advantage of the queue to look around.

The front hall is simple, with some counters for displaying medicines.

At the same time, there are several rows of shelves displayed around it.

On the shelf are wooden drawers with a small grid and a small grid. There is a small wooden sign hanging on the drawer with the name of the medicinal material. There is a simple picture below the name, and the efficacy of the relevant medicinal material is indicated.

Yan Congkuan carefully read the words on the wooden sign.

Atractylodes macrocephala, dried tangerine peel, licorice root, poria cocos, costus root, angelica root, white peony root...

Atractylodes macrocephala: has pungent, bitter, warm nature and flavor, and returns to the spleen and stomach meridians.It has the effects of nourishing the spleen, strengthening the stomach, replenishing qi and strengthening the surface, diuresis and dehumidification, strengthening the spleen and stomach, and stopping diarrhea.

His eyes turned to Baizhu's small picture again, and he examined it carefully for a while before turning his attention to the tangerine peel next to him.

Tangerine peel: has a pungent and warm nature and flavor, and returns to the spleen and taste meridian.It has the effects of promoting qi, strengthening the spleen, resolving phlegm, and relieving cough.

……

Yan Congkuan was attracted by these small words and pictures, and his nose was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which made his whole heart calm down.

He enjoyed this feeling very much, as if the medicine shop had a magical power. He was like a dry land, desperately trying to absorb moisture.

The more you look at it, the more you become immersed in it.

Yan Congkuan learned these words by secretly reading books. In order to know a few more words, he crawled over like a dog, ate rotten rice, and received slaps...

But he never thought of giving up.

Gradually, he recognized more and more words and understood more and more.The waiter who just handed Yan Congkuan the wooden sign shook his head in disdain: "Bah, what is a fool pretending to do? If the fool can understand, I can eat it." /Big teeth.”

Yan Congkuan was immersed in these words, and it seemed that those boxy drawers had a unique charm.

Until an impatient voice sounded.

"Bingsi! Bingsi! Bingsi come with me."

Yan Congkuan came back to his senses and remembered that the wooden sign he got was engraved with the word Bingsi.

He quickly helped Wang Feng stand up and followed the waiter into the inner hall with a silly smile on his face.

The inner hall is a consulting room. In addition to cabinets for storing medicines, there are also several beds. The beds are covered with snow-white cloth, which looks clean and tidy and makes people feel bright.

A thick wooden table in the middle is a diagnosis table, with some diagnostic tools listed on it.

A vigorous old man was sitting in front of the consultation table.

The waiter brought Yan Congkuan and the two to the consultation table and then left respectfully, which was completely different from the impatience he showed when calling Yan Congkuan's number.

In the medical clinic, the treating doctor enjoys absolute authority and is respected by everyone.

Yan Congkuan helped Wang Feng sit down, while he stood aside and bowed respectfully to the old doctor.

Then he pointed at Wang Feng, meaning that it was Wang Feng who was treating the doctor.

Probably because of the pain in her stomach, Wang Feng was a little cautious. She looked sideways at Yan Congkuan nervously, trying to find some courage from her son.

The moment Wang Feng looked at Yan Congkuan, Yan Congkuan had the silly smile on his face.

But it was this smile that made Wang Feng clearly realize that she must cheer up.

She took a deep breath and looked at the old doctor with a smile.

The old doctor carefully observed Wang Feng's face and said to Wang Feng: "Open your mouth, ah..."

Wang Feng did as he was told.

The doctor shook a flat wooden stick from side to side in Wang Feng's mouth, and pressed it on the tongue coating. The wooden stick was pulled out of the mouth and placed in a wooden bucket next to it.

Then he said: "Stretch out your hand and put it on this."

Wang Feng placed her wrist on a small cylindrical drum, and the doctor checked her pulse with a solemn expression.

During the process of taking the pulse, the doctor also observed Wang Feng's facial expressions, eyes, body movements, etc.

Yan Congkuan watched carefully and imprinted almost every move of the doctor in his heart.

He couldn't explain why, but since he saw those small wooden drawers outside just now, he thought of Su Mo using herbs to treat diarrhea for the officials, and Yan Congkuan felt a kind of fanaticism in his heart.

This kind of fanaticism made him feel uncomfortable.

"How long has this situation lasted?" The doctor frowned.

Wang Feng's body was already weak. When she was strict and lenient, she was still confinement, and her mother-in-law Tang Si used various reasons to let her work.

She was asked to use cold well water to wash clothes and diapers every day, saying that the washed products would be clean.

Her nephew Yan Congrui was born a few months after Yan Congkuan. At that time, her mother-in-law Tang Si gave her various orders to serve her concubine Zheng Meiyu. It can be said that the concubine Zheng Meiyu did not suffer at all from the hardships she suffered during confinement.

It turns out that Zheng Meiyu is Yan Ce's concubine, and Wang Feng is Yan Ming's head wife.

Not to mention that Wang Feng's status was higher than that of his concubine.

Even if she really wants to serve her concubine Zheng Meiyu, there are so many maids in the Yan Mansion, and her mother-in-law Tang Si can definitely arrange for the maids in the mansion to serve her. If not, there is Yan Ce's wife Lin Mengan, who will never be able to take her turn. On Wang Feng.

(End of this chapter)