Chapter 54: How Old Is Your Brother?

Bei Sitian turned her head to look at him, and a trace of doubt flashed in her clear eyes.

Zhou Jiren greeted the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and smiled slightly, "Anti-inflammatory drugs can't be used casually, this thing works quickly, but the side effects are very great, so you have to prescribe the right medicine for people." ”

Bei Sitian nodded secretly, it is true, I heard that Western medicine works very quickly, sometimes a few tablets can be effective, but the side effects are also very big.

Hearing Zhou Jiren say this, the doubts in her heart dissipated.

"It's my brother who was hurt, a child." Beth Tian told the truth.

Zhou Jiren handed the medicine to Bei Sitian, "Brother? ”

"Yes."

Bei Sitian took the medicine, looked at it over and over, and found that it was a useful dosage description, and his attention was immediately attracted, and he didn't notice the strangeness on Zhou Jiren's face when he said the word 'brother'.

The instructions stated the child's dosage, and the corners of Beth Tian's lips curled suddenly.

"How old is your brother?" After Zhou Jiren finished speaking, he added: "If it's too small, you can't eat too much." ”

Bei Sitian raised her head and said with a smile: "I saw that the instructions were written, so it's very convenient, thank you Mr. Zhou, how much is this medicine?" I buy half a box. ”

"Five bucks." Zhou Jiren looked at Bei Sitian, opened his lips slightly, and finally swallowed what he wanted to ask.

Bei Sitian secretly said to herself, there are only six tablets in half a box, and it actually costs five yuan!

In the past, when I bought medicine from Yang Wulang, it was two pieces for one dime, one dime for one piece, and two or three cents for one piece, which cost five yuan and six pieces, which is equivalent to more than eight cents a piece!

No wonder Yang Wulang would show such a look, and even did not hesitate to quarrel with his daughter-in-law to borrow money, this anti-inflammatory drug is too expensive!

Bei Sitian paid the money and said hello and left Jishi Pharmacy, Zhou Jiren stood in the hall and looked at her back thoughtfully.

Bei Sitian did not go back to the village directly, but went to the Chinese medicine pharmacy to get some medicine, and she needed some medicinal materials to make Xuanfu.

Precious Chinese herbs are naturally not available, but there are general herbs, and it costs less than three yuan to grab two packs of medicine, which shows that Western medicine is really expensive.

Bei Sitian didn't waste any more time, this time she didn't take the donkey cart, but caught the noon car.

This was the first time she had sat in this four-wheeled tin car, compared to the rickshaws and donkey carts, the car was indeed more than a little faster, and it was not so bumpy, even if it was windy and rainy, it would not be too affected.

It's just that the strong body odor in the car makes Bei Sitian nauseous, not only the body odor, but also a strange smell wafting there, which makes her want to vomit.

Fortunately, the car was fast, and she arrived at the station without waiting for Bei Sitian to hold on, and when she got out of the car, she took a deep breath of refreshing air, walked quickly down the big road, and walked towards the village.

On the way into the village, Bei Sitian saw Zhang Shuncai carrying a shovel coming from not far away.

"Yo, this is not a small widow...... Sweetheart? I heard about your brother, what's going on now? Zhang Shuncai stopped and put the shovel down on the ground.

Bei Sitian looked at him, Zhang Shuncai did not have a mocking look on his face, and he asked this very seriously, without gloating.

"Not awake yet." Beth Tian replied.

"This is true, this kid is too skinny, what are you doing in the mountains, you have to take care of it in the future, then what did Yang Wulang say, there should be nothing wrong, right?"

Bei Sitian was silent, what Yang Wulang said, the entire backing village must know.

"Don't be too sad, how can a kid not be naughty, okay, I have to go to the ground, go first." Zhang Shuncai picked up the shovel and walked towards the big road.

Bei Sitian turned around and looked at Zhang Shuncai's back, in the past, Zhang Shuncai saw her as air and ignored her completely, why did he suddenly care so much today?

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she finally glanced at Zhang Shuncai, turned around and walked home.

When she returned home, Bei Sitian felt a very depressed emotion rushing to her face, she knew that the Qin family and Luo Anguo couldn't accept this matter at all, although Luo Anping's life was saved at that time, but Yang Wulang also told the truth that it was not easy to pass this hurdle later.

Eighty percent of the wound will be infected, and if you have a high fever, you are not afraid, but you are afraid that the high fever will not go away, then it will be really troublesome, and anti-inflammatory drugs are only one of the possibilities that can be carried over, but even if you go to the hospital in this situation, I am afraid that the chance of survival is not great, after all, the child is too small and the wound is too deep.

Yang Wulang didn't want to give the two of them any more hope, and then let their hopes be shattered again, that would be too cruel, so he just said it in one go, so he had to be mentally prepared.

When he said this, he actually felt not optimistic in his heart, and he felt that Luo Anping couldn't resist it.

As soon as Bei Sitian entered the courtyard, she heard Qin's cry, and she hurriedly walked two steps into the east house.

After entering, I saw Luo Anping's cheeks lying on the kang red, and he had obviously begun to have a fever.

Luo Anguo didn't have the heart to roll a cigarette, and sat on the kang in a daze, his eyes were dead silent.

Bei Sitian had no doubt that if Luo Anping couldn't resist, the two of them would go with him.

The most important thing for rural people is the child, everything is on the child after giving birth to the child, and if the child is gone, there will be no hope, and there will be no point in living this life.

Bei Sitian didn't say much comfort, and everything she said at this time was in the vernacular.

She examined Luo Anping's wound, which was already a little red, and she went back to the Westinghouse and closed the thin door.

She plugged in the door, the Qin clan and Luo Anguo didn't bother to care about the rest, she decided to order the spirit talisman at this time.

Because there has been a period of talisman making, there is no longer a problem of adaptability, Bei Sitian is like the previous life, skillful movements, elegant posture, and made three talismans in an instant.

Because she was now under the influence of the spirit and spirit, the effect of the Xuan Fu she made was limited, so for the sake of safety, she made three Xuan Fu just to clean the wound, and these three were turned into rune water and applied to Luo Anping's wounds, which could play a great role in protecting and protecting.

This kind of talisman cleans up the filth inside the wound, which is the so-called bacteria here, but it has to wait for the wound to stabilize a little, which is why she is making talismans now.

Turning a piece of talisman into talisman water, Bei Sitian took a small bowl and began to apply it to Luo Anping, she didn't put much water, and the liquid was slightly thicker, so that it could be attached to the skin.

Although some of it was wasted, most of the rune water was smeared by Bei Sitian, and as soon as the rune water dried, a special protective film would be formed.

There are a total of three Xuan Talismans, which is the amount of today's day.

Qin Shi and Luo Anguo wept silently with dull eyes, and the other looked vacant. didn't seem to see Bei Sitian's actions,

Bei Sitian didn't have time to take care of them for the time being, after doing this, she wiped off a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, prepared to take a rest, and prepared to make a healing talisman near evening, which would be used with anti-inflammatory drugs.