The woodcutter then lay down and said, "Thank you, doctor."
"It's okay." Zi'an sat on the bedside, his previous depressed look subsided and he put on a professional expression, "Let me see the wound."
The woodcutter's wife hurried forward and lifted the quilt to reveal her legs.
My leg was wrapped in the medicine prescribed by the previous doctor. There was some redness around the wound, indicating that the inflammation had not been eliminated.
"How many days has it been?" Zi'an asked.
"Thirteen days," replied the woodcutter's wife.
Zi'an nodded, opened the medicine bag, and saw the wound. It turned out that there were signs of inflammation.
The wound is very big. The wounds on both sides are almost the same, but the left leg looks more serious because the calf is swollen all over.
Zi'an stretched out his hand and pressed the wound. "Does it hurt?"
The woodcutter inhaled in pain, "It hurts!"
"Let me check if there are any problems with the bones besides the wound." Zi'an stood up and started to touch his wound with both hands. The right leg only had a wound problem, but the left leg had a broken bone and needed to be set.
"What prescriptions were prescribed before?" Zi'an asked.
"I'll get it." The woodcutter's wife quickly took out a prescription from the drawer. "This is what the doctor wrote. The medicine is very expensive."
Zi'an took it and looked at it, frowning slightly, "Why would a family like yours prescribe such expensive medicine for you? What use is this ginseng for external injuries?"
"The doctor said that I lost a lot of blood before, which damaged my foundation and energy. I need to eat ginseng to replenish it. He said that if my foundation is improved, my injuries will heal faster."
Zi'an was slightly annoyed, "If you have an injury, you should treat it. What's the underlying condition? Besides, there are many medicinal herbs for healing. Just use the right one. You don't have to spend on the most expensive ones. If you use ginseng, many other medicines will become useless."
The woodcutter's wife panicked, "What should I do?"
Zi'an thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll write another prescription and you can get the medicine. The cost of this medicine will not be more than ten cents."
"Doctor Xia, the medicine is so cheap, can it cure the disease?" Gao Fengtian asked from the side.
"It can be cured by treating the disease with the right medicine," Zi'an said.
Gao Fengtian let out a sigh and muttered angrily, "How could I, Gao Fengtian, be deceived? I will deal with that old bastard sooner or later."
"The injury is not serious, and the broken bone can be reconnected. I will use two wooden boards to clamp the broken bone and let it grow slowly. In about a month, you will be able to get up and walk." Zi'an said.
The woodcutter and his wife looked at each other in disbelief.
"But the doctor said that he would never be able to stand up again." The woodcutter's wife cried with joy.
"Nonsense, if he didn't say that, how could he have earned so much money from you? And he exaggerated the injury and finally healed it, so his reputation got out." Zi'an frowned.
The woodcutter's wife was very angry. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a child crying outside.
Murong Jie walked out first and saw a woman in her fifties carrying Tian'en in her arms. Tian'en was crying miserably, her face was full of crystal tears, and her palms were bleeding.
Aunt Xu was startled to see a man here suddenly. She swallowed the words that were about to come to her lips. When she saw the woodcutter's wife coming out, she quickly apologized, "I just went to the kitchen to cook sweet potatoes, and the two children started fighting. My eldest grandson was really hateful. He pushed Tianen to the ground, and he hit the stone and bled."
The woodcutter's wife felt very distressed, but she couldn't blame the person she asked to take care of the child even if something happened. Instead, she had to comfort the child, "It's okay, it's okay. Children don't grow up unless they fall. It's okay. I happen to have a doctor here. I can ask her to help take care of it. Thank you. I'll thank you later."
When Aunt Xu saw that there were guests at her house, she went back.
As soon as Aunt Xu left, the woodcutter's wife put down Tian En, looked at the wound on her palm with heartache, and blew it, saying, "Does it hurt? You kid, you should hide from your brother from now on, do you know?"
"It hurts!" Tian'en pouted and started crying again.
Although Murong Jie was not sure that Tian En was his daughter, he felt very distressed to see the face that looked like Zi An crying so sadly. He said, "She is still bleeding. I will stop the bleeding for her first."
He went in holding Tian'en in one hand. Zi'an had just written the prescription and when she looked up and saw Tian'en, she was completely stunned.
"Zi'an, this child broke his hand, go and take a look." Murong Jie said while looking at her expression.
When Zi'an saw the bright red blood on her palm, his mind flashed back to the day when his daughter was born. She was covered in blood and her little face looked exactly like his own.
"Seventh Brother!" She was completely panicked and felt extremely nervous.
"Zi'an, Zi'an," Murong Jie hurriedly comforted him, "The child is injured, take care of him first."
Tian'en was crying, and there was a newborn baby crying in her head. She stood up and suddenly felt dizzy, her eyes went dark, and she fell forward.
Murong Jie hugged Tian'en with one hand and Zi'an with the other.
Rouyao came in quickly, hugged Tianen and went out to stop the bleeding, and asked Murong Jie to settle Zi'an first.
After Rouyao stopped the bleeding, she came in immediately. When she took out the needle bag and was about to give the acupuncture, Zi'an recovered.
Murong Jie held her in his arms. She looked around and asked eagerly, tears welling up in her eyes. She asked tremblingly, "Where's the child? Where's the child?"
The woodcutter sighed softly, then walked to the cupboard, opened it, and took out a wooden box. She took it out and placed it on the table, then opened the buckle of the wooden box and took out half a piece of clothing. "Does the princess recognize this dress?"
Zi'an covered his mouth, his face switching between ecstasy and great sorrow, tears falling down. He opened his mouth and managed to squeeze out a sentence with great difficulty, "Where... where did you get it from?"
Before giving birth, she took off her outer garment, tore it open, and wrapped one side for her son and the other side for her daughter.
This is the dress that was made for her by Nana, a skillful girl from Miaojiang when she was in Miaojiang.
Murong Jie and Gao Fengtian also looked at each other, both of them were a little confused. This woodcutter lady...
Could it be that it is really Tian En
The woodcutter's wife sat down slowly. "To be honest, Tian'en was brought back from the mountains of Miaojiang by my husband. When he was brought back, he was only wrapped in this half piece of clothing, and there was nothing else to prove his identity. I wanted to throw him away several times because I felt that Tian'en was abandoned. How could he be there if he was not abandoned in such a mountainous area? But later I thought about it and was afraid that Tian'en's parents would come to our house, so I didn't throw away the clothing and kept it there."
After hearing what the woodcutter's wife said, Zi'an fell into Murong Jie's arms and cried, his tears almost breaking. The pain that had been suppressed in his heart for days seemed to burst out all at once.
Murong Jie was as ecstatic as she was. Men don't shed tears easily, but he was not too sad. This time, he really shed tears.
The woodcutter and his wife looked at each other and their eyes became wet.
Rouyao hugged Tianen tightly and cried, "So, Tianen is Zian's daughter?"
(End of this chapter)