Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 328 I don't know what I dreamed of (two more)

Daan shook his head.

"Te Xiang, but I took two bites, and I felt a little nauseated and vomited." He said.

Yang Ruoqing's expression became solemn.

"Dizzy?" she asked.

Daan nodded: "It was a bit earlier, but it will be better now."

Is it a slight concussion?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, so she put down her chopsticks.

"Eat the dumplings later. Let's go. Sister will take you to the front yard to see the old village doctor."

The sister and brother came to the front yard, just in time to catch up with the old village doctor and came out of the east room surrounded by old Yangtou and Yang Huaan.

Yang Ruoqing glanced over.

Judging from the expressions of the crowd, Mr. Tan should be fine.

The old village doctor told them as he walked: "...The old lady has to rest in bed, and she should not be overjoyed and sad in the near future, and the diet should be light..."

Old Yang nodded again and again.

When the old village doctor passed by Yang Ruoqing's sister and brother, the old Yang's face sank when he saw Yang Ruoqing's sister and brother.

He looked back and led the old village doctor to the front door.

Yang Ruoqing chased after him.

Old Yangtou frowned, and scolded Yang Ruoqing in a deep voice: "Your milk is already like this, why don't you stop?"

"I beg you, go back to your own room, don't mess around with this anymore!"

Yang Ruoqing is farting when old Yang's head is.

He walked straight to the old village doctor and bowed respectfully.

"Uncle the village doctor, please stop and take a look at my brother Da'an's ears!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

The old village doctor nodded.

Yang Ruoqing immediately waved to Daan.

Da An trotted over, and behind him were Yang Huazhong and the Sun family.

Both of them looked nervous.

Seeing this, Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, then remembered his previous promise, and Lao Liang became slightly red.

He stood aside in silence and put the tobacco stick in his mouth.

Ears, but pricked up listening to the diagnosis here.

Yang Ruoqing pushed Da An in front of the old village doctor, and the old village doctor leaned down and diagnosed Da An...

Soon, the diagnosis came out.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't imitate the old village doctor's interpretation of the dialect.

But it probably means that she understands it, and it is almost the same as what she guessed.

Just a slight concussion.

"Go back and open a pair of 'Qingnaoyu soup', take more rest, it should be fine..." The old village doctor finally said.

Yang Huazhong and Mrs Sun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Yang Ruoqing was still worried.

A concussion can easily leave sequelae.

The younger brother is so young, if she suffers from hearing loss or something, she really wants to cut Yang Huamei's ear with a knife!

Over there, Yang Huazhong and his wife thanked the old Chinese doctor a lot.

Mrs Sun wanted to go back to the house to get the medical fee, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"Mother, didn't you say that before? Da'an's consultation fee is counted as the milk fee."

"Master, am I not mistaken?" She turned and asked the old Yangtou who was smoking a cigarette on the side.

Old Yang's head came back to his senses, his old face was blue and white.

He nodded and said to Yang Huaan, "You will bring back Daan's medicine together!"

After sending the old village doctor away, Yang Huazhong's family also returned to their house.

After tossing for most of the day, it was noon.

The belly of the couple was empty, almost collapsed.

Yang Ruoqing brought them two bowls of dumplings and insisted that they eat them.

Then, she asked Da An to lie down on the bed.

She sat sideways beside him, soaking the handkerchief with hot and cold water.

Repeatedly and alternately apply to the red and swollen areas...

……

Half an hour later, Yang Huazhou delivered the medicine.

"Third brother, third sister-in-law, how is Daan?"

The man asked when he entered the door.

Yang Huazhong was in a wheelchair, while Sun and Yang Ruoqing were both sitting beside Daan's cot.

Seeing him come in, Yang Ruoqing made a silent gesture towards him.

"I kept screaming about pain before. I put it on him for a while and just fell asleep."

Yang Ruoqing lowered her voice.

Yang Huazhou nodded and passed the medicine in his hand.

"The old village doctor made five rounds, and each round was made into a bowl of three bowls of water, once a day."

Sun was about to reach out to pick it up, but Yang Ruoqing got up first.

"Mother, you are guarding your brother, and I will decoct the medicine!"

Yang Ruoqing said to the Sun family.

Sun nodded and sat back again.

Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhou next to him: "If Uncle Lao brings medicine, you can sit down for a while."

"It's okay, Qing'er, go do your work." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took the medicine bag and turned to the stove.

She opened the medicine pack and looked at the medicine carefully.

She was an agent in a past life.

Many people have a very narrow understanding of agents.

When it comes to agents, I think of a killer in a black tight leather jacket who kills without blood.

Actually wrong.

Agents in the true sense are a broad concept.

In order to complete the task, it can be varied.

With the murderous killers of the underworld.

She can be bloodthirsty and ruthless.

In her eyes, life is like a mustard.

When with the doctor.

She is the angel in white who robbed the god of death for life.

With gamblers, she is greedy.

With the painter, she is elegant.

She can stand in the spotlight and enjoy the glory of attention.

She can also be in the market, a philistine, bargaining with people for a handful of chives!

As long as the mission can be successfully completed, this is an agent.

Take the medicine in front of you, for example.

In order to complete the task, she was lurking in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital for a long period of time.

We have a general understanding of the pharmacy medicinal materials for some common diseases.

She opened the medicine packet and carefully checked the medicinal ingredients of 'Qingnao Quyu Decoction'...

It's not that she doesn't trust the old village doctor.

It was these medicines that she had to handle herself before she could give her brother a drink.

Purple Orchid, Chuan Qiong, Hu Ding...

Well, they are the basic herbs used in traditional Chinese medicine for concussion.

Don't worry, start adding water to boil...

Bring to a boil over high heat, then turn to simmer and fry.

The bitter aroma of the concoction permeated the stove.

Sun entered the kitchen.

"Qing'er, you go to take a break, mother is here to watch."

"It's okay, mother, go and rest." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs Sun came over and took the broken banana fan from her hand: "It's better for you to go, Da'an was raving about it earlier, calling your name."

"It's better for you to be in front of you." Sun Shi said, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing quickly got up and went to the next room.

When I came in, I just caught up with my father and fifth uncle to inquire about Tan's situation.

Yang Huazhou said, "I woke up a long time ago, and my fourth aunt and Mei Er were by my side."

"After listening to the old village doctor's words, I stopped being irritable and cursing people, but none of us dared to move forward like that."

"Big brother went to get the medicine, but he didn't dare to enter the house, so he sent me in."

"Father asked me to talk to the third brother, saying that for the past two days, let the big guys not go to the east room in the front yard, so as not to irritate the mother again..."

Yang Huazhong listened silently, and nodded after a while.

The man's eyes fell on the sleeping Daan, and the child's face swelled a little.

However, the little brows were still wrinkled together.

In the dream, I didn't know what I was dreaming, and I trembled a few times from time to time.

The man's heart is always filled with joy.

(End of this chapter)