Splendid Pastoral

Chapter 50 Literacy
Zhao Min stood in front of Zhang Yi's bed, lifted the quilt to check the wound on his back, and nodded unconsciously.

"The stitches can be removed, little stone, go and get my disinfection tool."

Xiao Shitou has been by Zhao Min's side for a long time, so he can naturally understand what the disinfection tool she is talking about is.

Hastily went to bring her jar of medicinal wine, Zhao Min found a pair of scissors, lit the lamp, roasted on the fire for a while, and after doing a simple disinfection treatment, began to do further work, preparing to remove the thread on Zhang Yi's back. down.

When the wound was stitched last time, Zhang Yi passed out, so she didn't feel any pain.

Although Zhao Min's self-made anesthesia has some anesthetic effects, how can it compare to the current anesthesia that makes people feel no pain at all!

During the process of removing the stitches, Zhang Yi couldn't help crying out, and Zhao Min hurriedly asked Xiao Shitou to get a piece of cloth to cover his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

After Zhao Min finished removing all the threads on his back, Zhang Yi's face was already pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

The little stone was taken out of his mouth, and he was already a little exhausted, lying on the bed weakly.

Zhao Min was also extremely nervous. After removing the whole thread and applying some herbal medicine to him, the project was considered complete.

Seeing this, Xiao Shitou quickly handed a cloth to Zhao Min, asking her to wipe the sweat off her face.

Zhao Min took the cloth, casually wiped the sweat off his face, then turned to look at Zhang Yi.

"Don't worry, the wounds on your back have been closed. You will be able to get up and take action in two days, and you will heal soon."

Zhao Min's words seemed to give Zhang Yi a reassurance.

It's just that the current him doesn't have the energy to speak, so he just nodded slightly.

Zhao Min also wanted to see how he was the first to treat this patient with modern methods in ancient times, and how he recovered later.

So after I left the market today, in the next few days, I would tell Po Gu that I went out to collect herbs, but actually I came to the town to see how Zhang Yi's body was recovering.

It has to be said that Zhao Min's treatment was very successful, but within two or three days, Zhang Yi was able to go to the ground.

Although he has forgotten some memories, he has not forgotten his life skills. Moreover, Zhao Min discovered that he can read and write.

Since it wasn't a market, Su Linghai didn't need to go to the doctor, so he was working on some of his own medicine formulas in the back hall.

From time to time, I pick up some medicines and put them under my nose to ask, thinking about the effect of combining them together, and developing some new medicines.

In the back hall, there were several pots of medicine boiling. For convenience, Zhao Min spread the paper on the ground, squatted on the ground with a brush, and wrote and drew on the paper.

"Goji berries?"

Zhao Min, who was squatting on the ground and writing, suddenly heard a voice behind him, and looked back, seeing that it was Zhang Yi, a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Are you literate?"

Zhang Yi looked puzzled: "I don't know."

Zhao Min picked up the paper he had written all over and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi didn't know what she meant, and looked at Zhao Min suspiciously.

Zhao Min looked at his handwriting that looked like a dog's paw, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, coughing twice: "The handwriting is not good, I hope you can forgive me."

I really can't blame Zhao Min. She was asked this way before: "Shouldn't you be interested in ancient things if you majored in Chinese medicine? Why can't you write with a brush? How can you write with a pen with such a high degree?" ugly?"

At that time, Zhao Min wanted to spray her to death with a sip of salt soda!Who the hell said that those with a high degree of education are good-looking in writing!

When Zhao Min first came to this place, he discovered that the folk customs and costumes here did not correspond to the dynasties in his memory. Although the font was traditional, Zhao Min could barely recognize it, but it took him a long time to master it. I learned some of the words I used frequently.

Although Zhang Yi was puzzled, she still followed suit and read out one by one.

Zhang Yi also felt very embarrassed in her heart. She received Zhao Min and Ming Yaoguang's favor for nothing. They saved her life, and now she has recovered, so she wanted to help.

Seeing that he could read, Zhao Min simply asked him to write a prescription for him, and helped him grab some medicines, so he settled him down.

Today Zhao Min went to see a doctor as usual, but Xiao Shitou suddenly found that there were more people visiting the doctor than last time.

When Zhao Min was free, Xiao Shitou told her all of the results he had observed.

Zhao Min raised his eyebrows, wondering if it was true: "I've said it all, they won't last long."

Xiao Shitou believed in Zhao Min's words, but he didn't understand why.

"Master, I'll go out for a while." Saying that he forgot, he ran out quickly, presumably to find out the reason.

Sure enough, he came back within half an hour and told Zhao Min all the results of his inquiries.

It turned out that after Renjitang lowered the price, more people went to his clinic to see a doctor. Fu Shaolin was still very proud at the beginning!
But after a long time, it wasn't really long, it was only five or six days, and he felt that he couldn't take it anymore, and the medical center was operating at a loss every day.

Regardless of the housekeeper's dissuasion, Fu Shaolin, the idiot, came up with a "good way", that is, to use inferior medicines as good ones, take some bad medicines, or the broken medicines as good medicines, and sell them, but the result is disastrous. One can imagine.

A large number of people, instead of getting better after taking the medicine bought from his family, developed some other symptoms.

After learning the news, Zhao Min just nodded calmly and said, "Got it."

Xiao Shitou was no longer surprised by his master's calmness, and immediately went to the back hall to busy himself with his work.

"Gu Po, what did you want to say to me last time? Zhao Min suddenly interrupted you."

The master and the servant were thinking about what to do in the Gu family's house.
Gu Po recalled that those were unfinished words, and spoke slowly.

"Master, Zhao Min is running outside frequently now. When he comes back from the market, although he doesn't give me the money, he doesn't ask me for silver when he buys things."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Gu Lingqing only thought that when Zhao Min went to the market, she just went to the market to sell medicines casually, but she didn't know that she no longer asked Mrs. Gu for money.

Gu Po nodded: "Yes, I think she seems to have a source of income, I think we should be able to keep her here with peace of mind. After all, following us will inevitably put her in danger."

Gu Lingqing understood that what Po Gu said was the best solution, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

"Wait for me to investigate and make a decision."

(End of this chapter)