Chapter 510: What the Little Daughter-in-law Writes Now
And Lin Xiaofu roasted the silver needles on the lamp one by one, and then put them back in the needle bag after cooling.
She didn't have alcohol sterilization, and it was okay to roast the cold poison on the fire.
After a period of busyness, he returned to the kang and slowly joined his voice, counting together to further stabilize his speech.
Six hundred, estimated for ten minutes, after that, Lin Xiaofu looked at Zhao Zicheng's legs again and took his pulse again.
"Come again tomorrow night and the night after, and you won't have to give any more injections." She concluded.
"Is it all right?" Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up.
"No, it's to alleviate the damage you did on a rainy day." Lin Xiaofu explained, and suddenly sighed again.
"I should add another sentence in the doctor's prescription, don't go outside the house on rainy days to get cold and aggravate the condition, you may have to apply needles, which will be costly."
"When the weather clears, we will go to the town again, this situation can be added to Yan Langzhong, and he himself is in this situation, maybe he has thought of it."
Zhao Zicheng comforted Lin Xiaofu.
Lin Xiaofu thought about it, and it could only be like this.
Yan Langzhong's current situation, he will definitely not leave the house, maybe he is lying uncomfortably.
Now it's time to try to make up for the circumstances that arise during the treatment, including unexpected variables.
So she went back to her desk and thought about it.
She definitely has a treatment plan, and she has treated it in her previous life, but the modern medical level and facilities are advanced, and there will be far fewer accidents to pay attention to.
And now we can only continue to supplement it with the current situation.
Seeing the little daughter-in-law writing seriously, Zhao Zicheng didn't bother her, and he didn't walk around the kang, but leaned over and took the "Hundred Herbs Atlas" and looked at it.
The oil lamp rested on the suitcase, but the room could also be illuminated, and Lin Xiaofu was sitting at the table and writing hard.
Zhao Zicheng didn't find that what the little daughter-in-law writes now, if she doesn't have a high level of knowledge, she can't write it.
It was still raining the next day, except for Zhao Zicheng to pick up Lin Xiaolu to and from school, everyone stayed at home, and they couldn't even go to the yard.
And Zhao Zicheng's figure through the village was praised by many villagers, and in the village school, Lin Xiaolu's classmates were envious.
They also have an elder brother in their family, but it's not so good, Lin Xiaolu's eldest brother-in-law is too good!
Lin Xiaobao was also jealous when he saw it, he pulled Lin Yinbao to carry it, but Lin Yinbao glared at him and scolded: "You are already older than him!" He's still weak, and it's already shameless for you to bully him, and now you have to learn from him, you're really embarrassed! ”
As soon as he turned over the words and scolded Lin Xiaobao, he cried, put on his coat and ran home to sue his mother.
Lin Xiaoshan didn't blush at this, because his father also came to pick him up.
Dad said that because Lin Xiaolu has no father, he can only let his eldest brother-in-law carry it, and his sister is not married yet, of course there is no brother-in-law.
After soaking his feet at night, Lin Xiaofu continued to administer needles to Zhao Zicheng and continued to tell him the sequence and direction of this set of needles.
It was much clearer than the first night, and Zhao Zicheng touched the door a little.
At night, Zhao Zicheng read "Atlas of Herbs", but Lin Xiaofu opened "Walking Needle", wanting to understand how the acupuncture technique in this world is different from what he knows.
But she thought it wouldn't be much worse, after all, when she was in the bookstore, the introductory medical books she read out casually were available in the bookstore.
On the morning of the third day, when the rain finally stopped, many people came out to look at the sky and couldn't help but cheer.
Although every rain can make the weather a little hotter, everyone still hopes that the rain is not too big, it is too inconvenient to travel and work, not to mention the dampness at home, and some houses are still leaking.
In the afternoon, a horse-drawn carriage came to the village.
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