Popular peasant wife: mountain man lacks training

Chapter 177 Aren't You Dead?
"Little lady, congratulations, although your pulse is a little weaker, you are indeed pregnant, and it looks like it's been almost a month.

By the way, I remember that you seem to have a brother who was seriously injured last winter. He came to our hospital to see him once, but he didn’t get any medicine afterwards. How is he doing now? "

The old doctor sitting in the hall finished his pulse diagnosis, stroked his beard and said.

The medical clinic in the town has been open for many years, and this old doctor has been sitting in the medical clinic for many years. Although many people don't know his name, they are more or less familiar and know which village he is from.

Lu Jiaojiao was immersed in the great surprise that she was really pregnant, thinking that even if she found the door of the Jin Mansion this time, she would have confidence, and she didn't put her mind on the old doctor at all.

"It's dead. Thank you, doctor, how much is the consultation fee?"

Lu Jiaojiao stood up from her seat and asked in a daze.

Seeing that she was really absent-minded, the old doctor reported the consultation fee and let her go.

Lu Nanchuan put the raw materials of the bamboo curtains into a stone mortar and pounded them into muddy noodles, then added an appropriate amount of water to prepare them, and then went to the most difficult part of the papermaking process to make paper.

Papermaking is the most test of strength. If you copy lightly, the paper will be too thin. If you copy heavy, the paper will be too thick. Lu Nanchuan wasted more than half of a tank of pulp before he could barely master the strength of papermaking.

It took Lu Nanchuan two days to complete the pulp for this tank. A total of more than 1000 sheets of paper were made, and only [-] sheets of paper could be used for writing. The success rate was very low.

After sorting out the [-] sheets of good paper, Lu Nanchuan planned to keep the remaining paper of uneven thickness for his own use.

Geng Sang was also very moved. In his imagination, he could make money by making paper without paying any cost. It was a big and attractive piece of cake. After doing it this time, he suddenly realized that it was not. Making money is really not easy at all.

"Brother Chuan, are you okay?" Geng Sang looked at Lu Nanchuan worriedly.

Lu Nanchuan squeezed his sore arm, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, "It's okay, I'll go to town tomorrow, go to the medical center and buy two plasters and stick them on."

Papermaking is the most labor-intensive and mind-consuming process, and Geng Sang couldn't help much with this process, it was all done by Lu Nanchuan alone, and he was too tired to lift his arms after finishing.

Thinking of how Lu Nanchuan had barely rested for half a month and was constantly working hard, Geng Sang felt a little distressed.

"Then you will go to the town to buy plasters tomorrow. You have been resting at home for the past few days. It's not like we can't get rid of the pot. We need you to work hard."

Lu Nanchuan smiled and only said hello.

There was only one big medical clinic in the town. When Lu Nanchuan entered the medical clinic, he asked the apprentice who was picking up the medicine and asked for two plasters for promoting blood circulation and relieving pain.

"Huh? You, aren't you dead? What a hell!"

There was a herb in the prescription that the old doctor had to grab by himself. When he looked up, he saw Lu Nanchuan standing in front of the counter, and his hands shook a few times in fright.

"Doctor, you mean me?"

Lu Nanchuan looked left and right, saw that he was alone in front of the counter, and asked belatedly.

"Aren't you the one in Poxia Village who was seriously injured last winter?

Your sister said yesterday that you were dead! "

After the old doctor was frightened, he also felt that he had lost his composure, so he could only explain.

"You suffered such a serious injury at that time, and the family members did not come to the medical clinic to get medicine, so this old man remembers it very clearly."

(End of this chapter)