The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

It's boring and repetitive work to cook medicine. Wen Ruolan's face is red by the fire. He keeps adjusting the proportion with his hands. There is a basin with a thumb sized pill in it.

When Anshun saw Wen Ruolan coming back, he went to the back and never came back. Wen Ruolan didn't bother anyone. After the last batch of medicine was cooked, he put it aside to cool down. When he looked up, he saw an old farmer in his 50s and 60s looking around at the door. When he saw himself, the man immediately turned and left.

"Old man."

Startled, the old farmer ran away.

Wenruolan curious to follow up, see him into a family, closed the door.

As soon as she got to the door, she heard a low cry, and complained: "you are useless. Can't you go and beg them? We'll starve to death if we don't eat any more. "

"Ya'er, grandpa doesn't dare."

Wen Ruolan didn't even want to turn around and go back to the kitchen to wrap up some food and carry it away.

Come back to the door. Go up and knock.

The shabby door creaked and opened from inside. The pale old woman saw Wen Ruolan and hurried to close the door.

Wen Ruolan put the things in his hand into the door: "aunt, I'm a doctor. I'll see a doctor."

The old lady smelled the smell of rice, gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Wen Ruolan on guard.

Wen Ruolan kept smiling: "don't worry, our childe came to Longhe to send you food and medicine."

"Really?" The old woman touched the bag with her thin hand and opened the door with a clench of her teeth: "girl, come in."

Wen Ruolan came into the door and saw the child lying on the broken mat. He was eight or nine years old. His face was pale and dying: "aunt, you have something to eat. I'll see ya'er."

"Oh." The old woman held the bag of clothes and food and carefully followed Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan comes to ya'er, pulls her wrist and frowns slightly. The child is feverish.

"Auntie, make a pot of hot water." Wen Ruolan took out the pill, divided it into the size of rice, kneaded it into a ball, put it in the palm of his hand, and held ya'er up: "uncle, give me a bowl of water."

The old farmer was staring at Wen Ruolan. When he heard her call, he was so scared that he didn't dare to delay. He ran to bring a bowl of water.

Wen Ruolan poured the pill down to ya'er, and then took out the silver needle. The child was too thin, and her bones were only covered with skin like thorns. She couldn't bear to give the child a needle.

"Milk, I'm hungry." Bud son eyes all opened not to open, the head of misty a slant fell in the bosom of Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan gently rubbed her back: "ya'er is good. After a while, there will be fragrant rice porridge to drink." If you say that, the silver needle will not hesitate to prick down. Hegu, Quchi and Dazhui take three points to clear away heat, Neiting, Erjian and Fenglong to discharge Yangming heat. After hesitating for a while, you will prick at shaochong, zhongchong and Quze.

Next to the old farmer back a soft kneel on the ground, want to come forward to stop and dare not, looking at his dying granddaughter was stabbed a needle, the whole person trembled.

Wen Ruolan raised his head: "don't be afraid, uncle. This is the silver needle radiating heat. Ya'er's body is feverish. The heat evil is in Qi, and the points are in blood. As for this, we can save lives."

"Oh, oh." The old farmer did not dare to look at Wen Ruolan and nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

The old woman cooked the hot water and ran over. She knelt down beside Wen Ruolan, reached out and touched ya'er's little hand: "girl, is ya'er still in my family?"

"Yes, don't worry, auntie. I've brought you some food. You can choose some rice to make porridge. If it's rotten, you and uncle can eat some too. Don't be too full. You can't stand it." Wen Ruolan looked at the child in her arms: "you see, isn't she that hot?"

"My bitter bud." The old woman's tears crackled down and said that she would not let go of her granddaughter's hand: "they are all dead, they are all dead."

"Don't cry, you scared ya'er." The old farmer came and pulled her up: "ya'er is hungry, go to make porridge."

Looking at the two people helping each other, Wen Ruolan gently took the silver needle on ya'er's body, picked her up and sent her into the room.

After the flood, the house was covered with mud, but fortunately the bedding was still there. After putting the bud away, she went out and brought hot water to clean her body again and again.

When the hot water was cold, I took the basin and went out to change the water again. As soon as I got to the kitchen, I heard the old farmer inside muttering: "are you crazy? Can those people believe it? As soon as they see, they are not easy to provoke. How many blacksmiths are missing? "

"I just want to know if my son is dead or not. My son said that my master is a good master and has given me so much money." The old woman wiped her tears: "my daughter-in-law is dead, my grandson is dead, Yaer is going to die, and I won't live if Yaer is dead."

"You can't ask that!" The old farmer stood up angrily, turned around and saw Wen Ruolan come in, and immediately stepped back.

Wen Ruolan installed hot water like no one else: "aunt, ya'er wakes up, come in and have a look."

"Really?" The old woman stood up at once.

Wen Ruolan laughed: "wake up, send a bowl of porridge." Then he went to the house with hot water.

Bud son really wake up, see Wen Ruolan time is obviously afraid, shrink body: "you, who are you?"

"Bud." The old woman saw her granddaughter wake up, quickly put down the porridge, ran over, and hugged her: "you are scared to death, milk will follow ya'er."

Wen Ruolan next to the porridge slowly cool, until the old woman does not cry, then the porridge bowl sent to the past.

Ya'er always secretly looks at Wen Ruolan while eating porridge.

Wen Ruolan didn't say much. She put the silver needle away and took out a few pills: "Auntie, three pills a day. Just give ya'er some on time. I'll go first."

"Girl." The old woman clenched her teeth and came down on her knees.

Wen Ruolan quickly stopped her: "Auntie, I'm a doctor. It's right to cure and save people."

"The girl is kind. I want to ask the girl, did the master invite you to see the people in the yard?" The old woman grabbed Wen Ruolan's hand: "to tell you the truth, we are from Longhe. When there was a flood, the whole family fled here. My son said that the iron makers here were from Longhe village."

Wen Ruolan's heart clattered, holding the old woman to sit beside the bed: "aunt, isn't this Longhe?"

"No, it's Longhe village. It's a day's journey to Longhe." The old lady is a thorough person. Wen Ruolan guessed this question and shook her head: "rich people can't believe it. Has the girl been cheated?"

Wen Ruolan nodded with a wry smile: "aunt, if you can trust me and take ya'er's family to Wenjia village at the foot of Qishan mountain, you can go to the carpenter's house and tell them it's their daughter who asked you to go. They will take your family. As for your son, tell me his name. If I meet him, I will tell him to go to Wenjia village to meet you. How about that?"

"But..." The old lady was in trouble. She was a stranger, and she couldn't believe it.

Wen Ruolan didn't hesitate. She took down the purse that Chai Yuee had embroidered for her and handed it to the old woman: "that's my home. My mother embroidered it herself. When she saw the purse, she would take you in." The mouth says so, but in the heart has been repeating a word to oneself infinite times, he cheated you.