(PS: Many book friends in the book review area talked about the unreasonable rent setting of 9,000 documents in the book, and also talked about the price issue in the early Tang Dynasty. Lao Mu looked up some information and thought the book friends were very reasonable, so he modified the 9,000 documents into rent plus the debts of Zuo Gui's family borrowed money from Zhao Sanniang and the money borrowed when they married their daughter Fennel, etc., for a total of 9,000 documents. This is more reasonable. Lao Mu also wrote a short article on the price issue in the early Tang Dynasty and posted it in the work related. Interested book friends can go and take a look and give them opinions.)

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"Really?" This was the first time that the girl said so much to him and gave the little squirrel to him. Zuo Shaoyang was very happy and said happily: "Don't worry. Thank you, I'll treat it right away!" Zuo Shaoyang put down the medicine box on his back, took out the knife wound medicine, first cleaned the wound for the little squirrel, and then applied the wound medicine. He looked at it and said: "The wound is not too deep, so there should be nothing serious. Just change the medicine a few more times!"

The girl smiled and nodded.

Zuo Shaoyang put his finger at the little squirrel's mouth and teased it. The little squirrel poked out his tongue and licked his fingers. It was itchy. Zuo Shaoyang smiled and said, "It's hungry, what should I feed it?"

"Walnuts, chestnuts, and pine cones are fine."

"Oh, I got it."

The girl bumped the firewood pick on her shoulders, smiled at him, twisted her waist and walked up the mountain road again.

After walking far, the crisp mountain song lingers in the mountains again:

Brother Xinxi,

Look at my brother's footprints on the hillside.

It's sunny and rainy,

I can see my footprints and see my brother.

Listening to this mountain song, Zuo Shaoyang felt a sensation, as if a bowl of honey was poured from head to feet, his whole body was sweet. He wanted to play a mountain song, but he couldn't find the tune, and he couldn't even make a sentence. Seeing that the firewood girl was carrying firewood away, he saw that his father and the fat rich man had already gone down the mountain and could not wait any longer, so he could only shout at the girl's back: "Thank you, Miss! If you have time to come to the city in the future, we will take a rest and drink some water!"

That being said, I had no idea that after New Year's Eve, Guizhitang was still owned.

He put the little squirrel in his arms carefully, and then he quickly caught up with his father and his group. On the way, he picked a lot of pine cones and prepared to go back and eat it for the little squirrel.

As the child went down the mountain, he continued to cough. Because the spasms and convulsions were not completely relieved, the throat numbness was not relieved, and the phlegm was weak, but he just kept coughing lightly, but the phlegm could not cough out. Before he reached the foot of the mountain, a small face had turned into a pig's liver color, and his eyes began to roll up, and severe symptoms of suffocation appeared.

The fat rich man and his wife were panicked and hurriedly ordered to stop and begged Zuo Gui: "Old doctor, it seems that my son is not good anymore. Please save my son!"

Zuo Shaoyang was also panicked. It really didn't work. He could only cut the throat from the front of his neck and use a tube to suction sputum. But where to find the tube? It is impossible to have a plastic tube, so what should I use instead? The tube and the knife are not disinfected. What should I do if I get infected? What should I do if there is no infiltration anesthetic and painful shock? There is no choice now, so I can only think of a way to suck the sputum first!

While Zuo Shaoyang was looking around and preparing to find a pumpkin vine to do tubes and be prepared to perform surgery, Zuo Gui asked the young woman in a deep voice: "Do you bring needles and threads?"

The woman always carried a sewing bag with her. The young woman hurriedly took it out, but she didn't know what Zuo Gui wanted to do at this time, so she hurriedly handed it to him.

Zuo Gui took it, squatted down and found a croton from the medicine box, stabbed a few needles on the croton with a needle, then passed the needle and thread through the croton, tied a knot and hung it, came to the child's side, and stuffed the hanging croton into the child's mouth: "Young master, hurry up, swallow this thing!"

The child tried hard to swallow the croton. Zuo Gui pinched the child's cheeks with his hand, grabbed the thread and pulled it back, and pulled out the croton. The child's cough immediately worsened, and he was still retching, but he couldn't spit out anything.

Zuo Gui asked the child to swallow the croton again, then pulled the thread out again. After repeated several times, he heard a few coughs. The child finally spit out a large mouthful of thick phlegm. When he heard the sound of his coughing, it became much clearer. The phlegm sound in his throat was almost inaudible. He lay in his mother's arms and gasped, and his face looked much better.

The young woman asked anxiously: "Son, what do you think? Are you better?"

"Well..." The child nodded in panting, "I spit out, and I won't hold my breath anymore..."

"My poor son..." The young woman hugged her son and couldn't help but cry with joy.

Zuo Shaoyang also breathed a sigh of relief. He was very strange about the mechanism of the method used by his father Zuo Gui to help cough phlegm. It was probably related to the stimulation of the croton oil contained in croton to the throat, but the reason was not clear. He asked Zuo Gui: "Dad, you just used croton to make him swallow and pull it out, and you can cough phlegm. Why is this?"

Zuo Gui laughed and whispered to Zuo Shaoyang's ear and said, "I used to see your grandfather, that is, your master. He used this method to treat people who cannot cough up phlegm, so I learned it. To be honest, I don't know why I can cough up phlegm like this."

Zuo Shaoyang secretly praised in his heart that ancient doctors had many useful traditional Chinese medicine clinical skills, such as this simple and easy-to-use method, which he didn't know. He was thinking about surgery just now, and it was ridiculous to think about it. It can be seen that ancient doctors still had many things worth learning from. Although they may not be able to describe the medical principles, these methods really play a role.

Seeing that his son spit out, the fever on his forehead subsided a lot, his hands and feet slowly stopped twitching, and his mind was much clearer, so he could already talk to his parents. The fat rich man and his wife were overjoyed and refused to listen to the praises of the old doctor Zuo Gui taking medicine as if he was a god, saving his son's life.

Zuo Gui stroked his white beard with a smug hint and said a few humbly. Although he couldn't figure out the pride himself, he was sure of the way to stimulate the throat and help cough phlegm with Croton, and it was indeed effective, but how could Sanwu Bai Pills used indiscriminately wake up the mind and relieve fever and stop spasms? He couldn't figure it out, especially when he used laxative medicine the day before, he was even more surprised.

He thought that he had to easily cure the prescriptions he used for two consecutive emergency cases. Of course, these two prescriptions are not harmful to the patient's disease, but they should not have obvious effects. How can he cure the disease? His son Zuo Shaoyang's medical skills were taught by himself, and it was not very good, so he never thought that it was actually his son Zuo Shaoyang who was secretly helping him. He kept wondering whether he was a blind cat who met a dead mouse, or was God really open his eyes and especially patronizing him?

Half an hour later, they finally went down to the foot of the mountain and walked a long way forward. At the time of sunset, they arrived at Shijing County, Hezhou. At this time, the child could already lean on the soft couch and cough while talking to his mother. The child would not lie, be sick or not, be mild or serious, and can be seen at a glance.

When the fat rich man said he wanted to send his child to Huimintang to see Dr. Ni, Zuo Gui and the others bowed to them and said goodbye. The fat rich man bowed and thanked them repeatedly, asked them where Guizhitang was located, and said that once the child recovered from his illness, he would come to thank him.

Watching them go away, Zuo Shaoyang took out the purse in his arms and handed it to his father Zuo Gui: "I don't know how much money they have given us, I hope it's enough to pay the rent."

Zuo Gui pinched and shook his head: "I'm afraid there's not such a good thing." Although he said this, he also hoped that he had made a wrong judgment. He hurriedly opened his wallet and looked around and no one looked at it. Then he poured the money inside into Zuo Shaoyang's palm.

There is a string of strings strung with ropes, which is a hanging of money, which is one hundred coins, and the rest are scattered copper coins.

It only has more than one hundred articles. Although this has exceeded Zuo Gui's single-day medical treatment income record since he opened a pharmacy (not counting the last bracelet), he was still somewhat disappointed. After all, it is far from enough to pay Zhao Sanniang's debt.

Just as he was about to put the copper coin into the purse, Zuo Shaoyang was sharp-eyed and found that there was a mezzanine on the inner wall of the purse, and hurriedly said, "There is something in it!"

Zuo Gui also saw it, so he hurriedly reached into the mezzanine and took it out and took it out: "Oh, it's silver!"

Zuo Shaoyang hurriedly leaned over his head and looked at it carefully. It was indeed a few small pieces of silver the size of soybeans. This was the first time he had seen silver circulating in ancient times. He saw the quality and his eyes were dark and gray. If he threw it in the corner, it would be unlikely to be noticed.

Now that money is too much, Zuo Shaoyang couldn't help swallowing: "How heavy is it?"

Zuo Gui weighed it: "It's probably more than one or two."
Chapter completed!