Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10910

"Blacksmith, don't panic. I'm not sending them away. I'm asking them to go to the warehouse to find out if there are any necessary two-flavored medicine."

Uncle Fu smiled and explained to Blacksmith Luo, "Your condition this time is indeed more serious than before. It can be seen from the fact that you coughed up blood just now."

"So the previous medicines were not strong enough to suppress the pain. I need to add two more medicines to it."

"As for those two medicines, I don't have them on hand anymore, because they are usually rare, so I asked Qing'er to go look for them in our Luo family's warehouse."

"Ah? Unusual medicine?" Blacksmith Luo's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, but he lifted his head slightly.

What he was afraid of was not whether the medicine was rare or common. What he was most afraid of was that the doctor said that there was no need to prescribe medicine and that the medicine and stone were ineffective... That was no different from directly pronouncing a death sentence.

"Brother Fu, what if we can't find this rare medicine in our warehouse? What should we do?" Wang Cuilian asked cautiously next to her.

Blacksmith Luo also looked at Uncle Fu nervously. This issue also concerned him.

Uncle Fu touched his nearly white beard and said to the two of them: "There are no raw medicinal materials for this rare medicine this season. Even in the season, if the raw medicinal materials are to be processed into medicine, it will take seventy-seven forty-nine." Only God can do it.”

Seventy-seven and forty-nine days?

Blacksmith Luo felt that his heart, liver, and lungs had shrunk from coughing...

"Because of this, I asked Qing'er to look for it. If we can find it, that would be great."

"If you can't find it, I'm afraid you have to go to the town medical clinic or a larger medical clinic in the county to find medicine..."

"Ah? Are you still trying so hard?" Blacksmith Luo was a little stunned.

Next to her, Wang Cuilian's mind was spinning hard, "What, Brother Fu, it's too hard to find the two rare medicines you mentioned. Can't I use other medicines instead?"

Fu Bo shook his head, "This time the situation is different. Those two medicines are the key."

This is very clear, and it is the key. Without those two medicines, it will be difficult to cure, and Blacksmith Luo's condition will become serious and worsen, and it will become even more difficult.

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian also understood the powerful relationship between them, and they looked at each other in confusion.

Blacksmith Luo said: "This is the end..."

Wang Cuilian felt distressed and angry at him, "I had a slight cough when winter first came. I took some medicine and suppressed it and it went away. So what did we say that you were here?"

"We told you not to touch spicy food when winter comes, especially not to drink alcohol. What about you? You don't listen to us, and you get lucky every day."

"If you had just listened to our mother-in-law's advice and restrained yourself, you wouldn't have had so much trouble."

Blacksmith Luo's face was full of shame. He wanted to say a few words, but his throat felt itchy. He gritted his teeth and fought against the feeling, holding back tears until tears welled up in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Wang Cuilian guessed that he must have had another attack. She didn't care to say anything at the moment, so she quickly picked up the tea bowl next to her and wanted him to drink some water to suppress it.

Blacksmith Luo covered his mouth with one hand and waved vigorously towards Wang Cuilian with the other hand. After waving his hand several times, he pointed at something in the corner.

Before Wang Cuilian could react, Uncle Fu reminded her: "Quick, bring a dustpan for garbage."

Wang Cuilian understood that it turned out that Blacksmith Luo was feeling sick and wanted to vomit, so she quickly turned around and went to the corner, took back the dustpan that she had just finished cleaning up the dirt in front of the bed, brought it back to the bedside, and placed it in front of Blacksmith Luo.

Blacksmith Luo took it, lowered his head and retched several times. He only vomited out a few mouthfuls of sour water and nothing else.

The little things in my stomach were probably all vomited up before, but now I have acid reflux, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Wang Cuilian's eyes were red. She stood next to Blacksmith Luo and helped him along his back. She couldn't help asking Uncle Fu: "Brother Fu, look at this person in my family. This situation looks scary..."

Uncle Fu was also looking at Blacksmith Luo. When he heard Wang Cuilian's words, he said: "It's normal. He has a chronic bronchial and throat disease. This kind of disease is most intolerable to spicy stimulation and cold."

"Once an attack occurs, it's like this. It's a bit torturous."

Blacksmith Luo retched while holding the dustpan for a while, with tears and runny nose running down his face, before he finally regained his breath.

He took the handkerchief Wang Cuilian handed him and wiped his face. He drank a few more sips of hot water to suppress the feeling. Maybe it was because Uncle Fu had given him a few injections before, so he didn't feel so breathless now. , but my throat is still uncomfortable.

Blacksmith Luo knew that this seeming relief was just superficial. If the root cause was not solved, it would recur or even worsen at any time.

Footsteps came in from outside, and Yang Ruoqing and Wangsheng entered the house one after another.

Yang Ruoqing said to Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, Brother Wangsheng and I have searched carefully, and the two medicines you mentioned are not in the Luo family's warehouse."

Uncle Fu frowned and glanced at Blacksmith Luo, who smiled bitterly.

"Qing'er, Uncle Fu told me this before. If I don't have this, I'm afraid I'll have to go to a big medical center to buy medicine." Blacksmith Luo said.

After Yang Ruoqing heard this, she came to the bedside and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, don't worry. I discussed it with Brother Wangsheng before and came up with an idea."

"What do you think?"

"I want to take you directly to Yihechun Medical Center in the town early tomorrow morning to get your cough treated."

"I don't object to going to the medical center in town. It's just a quick trip, but what do you mean by getting a good treatment?" Blacksmith Luo looked puzzled.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Wangsheng, who nodded.

Yang Ruoqing then continued: "The meaning of good treatment is that instead of asking the doctor to take a pulse and prescribe some medicine and then go home, we should bring our things and live in a nearby medical center for treatment for a few days."

Hospitalization, eating, drinking, and diarrhea are all managed, and a doctor will come over three times a day to track the progress of your condition at any time.

The more important reason is that after staying in the hospital for a few days, you can fundamentally control your diet and refuse spicy tobacco and alcohol.

Taking medicine at home for treatment involves too many temptations, and the same medicine may not be as effective.

When he heard that he had to stay in a medical center, which would take at least two or three days, Blacksmith Luo instinctively resisted this arrangement.

He shook his head and waved his hands, and his reaction was a little fierce, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'll buy more medicine and keep it warm at home, it will heal faster."

"It's freezing cold in a place like a medical clinic. How can it be as comfortable as at home? I won't go if I don't go!"

Blacksmith Luo resisted so much, but Wang Cuilian was moved and helped to persuade him: "You go to the medical center to treat your illness, not to enjoy the blessings. There are doctors there all the time and the medicines are complete. Why don't you go?"

Blacksmith Luo continued to shake his head and pointed at Uncle Fu and Wang Sheng: "It's convenient for me to be a doctor at home, as long as I can get the medicine."

"Besides, it's the twelfth lunar month and people are running home, so I'm going outside. It doesn't make sense!"

"You old man really thinks too much, what do you mean you can't explain it? We are going to treat a disease!" Wang Cuilian said, dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)