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The two of them chatted and unknowingly arrived in front of the courtyard of the hospital. It was already dark, and the courtyard was pitch black with no light at all.

"Why hasn't Uncle Bo come back yet?" Er Ya looked in and asked.

"Hi! I'm used to it, he can't go out for a day or two, let's go into the house!" Bo Qi freed a hand to push open the bamboo fence door in the yard.

"Hey! It's no wonder, he is the only doctor in eight villages nearby." Er Ya sighed.

Bo Qi carried Widow Wang into his room, and gently put her on the bed, "Sister, you should have a good rest, I will make medicine for you later."

Widow Wang no longer had the previous fear, her tense face relaxed, it was a fair and beautiful face, she nodded at Bo Qi.

Bo Qi walked out of the room, closed the door gently, Erya who was standing at the door greeted her, and asked, "How is she? Is she okay!"

"The spirit has stabilized now, but her body is still weak, I'm afraid she won't be able to walk for a while, I'll make some tranquilizing medicine for her later." Bo Qi said.

Er Ya frowned, "Then I'll leave the rest to you, my mother is still at home waiting for me to go back and cook!"

"Then you go back first, and I will take good care of her." Bo Qi said.

Erya smiled and nodded at him, "Then I'll go back!"

Bo Qi sent Erya outside the yard, watched her figure gradually disappear into the dark night, and then went back to the yard and closed the bamboo fence gate.

He came to the medicine house, stood in front of the towering chest of drawers, looked at a cabinet half a foot high, and grinned with relief, "Fortunately, I always bring some commonly used medicine bags every time I go out, otherwise I really don't know what to do!"

He opened the drawer, took out a pack of medicine from it, and went straight to the kitchen. It was the first time for him to make medicine for someone at such a big age. He boiled the medicine himself, he just saw how Lao Tzu boiled it.

He imitated Lao Tzu's way of boiling medicine, first cleaned the jar, then filled it with clean water, and then poured a large bag of herbs into the medicine jar, and the water in the jar suddenly overflowed, "Huh? Why did I do that?" Is there not much? Forget it, let's do it!"

He covered the jar tightly, put it on the stove and started a fire.I used to tell people to boil the water in the pot to half a bowl and then turn off the fire to dispense the medicine, but it seems that I don’t have enough water for half a bowl, right?Just let him go.

Bo Qi flicked the flames of the stove, and after a while, the kung fu medicine pot gurgled, and as the lid shook for a while, the medicine soup continuously flowed out from the gap beside the lid.Damn it!If things go on like this, is it drinking medicine or eating dregs!In a panic, he instinctively reached out his hand to lift the lid of the medicine jar, but immediately retracted it as soon as it touched him. The burning sensation spread from his fingertips to his brain, and he kept shaking his hands.My mother!Unexpectedly, it is so difficult to boil medicine!

After shaking for a while, suddenly he realized something, stopped quickly, and quickly pulled out the burning firewood from the stove, and the soup in the medicine jar calmed down the excitement, but in this way, it seemed that the fire It was too young, and there was no movement in the jar for a long time, Bo Qi added a few more, and after a while the medicinal soup boiled and overflowed again, so he had to add and pump again and again, until the medicine was boiled For half an hour, he was already dripping with sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, "It should be all right!" He took a small rice bowl from the bowl shelf, poured out the medicinal soup, and poured it several times before getting out half of the bowl.Damn!I think this is the condensed version!

He took the medicine soup and came to the room, walked to the bedside, put the medicine bowl on the stool next to the bed, gently helped her up, "Sister, take medicine!"

Widow Wang slowly opened her eyes, her lips were still a little pale, Bo Qi picked up the medicinal soup, "Let me feed you!"

Bo Qi scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, blew it on her mouth, and brought it to her mouth for her to drink. The red and swollen fingers caught the eyes of Widow Wang, and suddenly her heart tightened, "You What's wrong with your hand?"

"No, it's okay!" Bo Qi said with a smile.

"Let me take a look! Is it scalded by boiled medicine? Really, don't be careful!" Widow Wang lightly held his hand and looked at it over and over for a while.

"It's all my fault. I didn't learn from my father well before, and I haven't survived the medicine since I grew up." Bo Qi blamed himself.

Widow Wang laughed loudly. Bo Qi was about to leave after feeding her medicine, when she suddenly stopped her: "Qizi, don't leave yet, please? Elder sister wants to chat with you."

Bo Qi looked at her pleading eyes, and he sat on the head of the bed again, "Sister, what do you want to say? I'll listen."

"I want to tell you what's on my mind." Widow Wang's eyes became moist.

"Sister, why are you crying?" Bo Qi asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, I just have too much to say, I'll tell you!" Widow Wang wiped the corners of her eyes and said with a smile.