Therefore Wen Qingzhu has a good impression of this family.
"Auntie, take it, this prescription is not valuable to me, but now it's hard to find the medicinal ingredients." Wen Qingzhu forced the paper to her.
The aunt was forced to take the next step. She looked down and saw a string of words that she couldn't understand, which looked like pictures.
After repeatedly declining, Wen Qingzhu expressed his plan: "My aunt has taken me in for one night, given me food and a place to live. I really don't know how to repay you. You can take this. I plan to take it back and eat it." Walk."
While talking, she gave the aunt a jade pendant.
The aunt wanted to refuse, but Wen Qingzhu turned around and went to the stove without giving her a chance.
Holding the prescription and the jade pendant, the aunt always felt that these things were too hot, so she turned around and went to the tent to show the things to her father-in-law.
On the grasslands, everyone with some wealth would have jade pendants and the like, but paper was extremely rare.
When the uncle saw the paper in the aunt's hand, he immediately put down the cigarette rod in his hand, stood up and shouted: "Where did you get the paper?"
"It was given by Xiao Shui. She said it was a prescription that could cure my illness. She said herbal medicines here are too scarce. We could only find three herbs and asked us to find the remaining medicines ourselves."
The aunt explained and handed over the prescription.
The uncle took it over and took a look, his eyes narrowed slightly: These are the graphic characters that only the Xiongnu nobles would use!
"Show me the jade pendant." The uncle quickly raised his head and asked again, and the aunt handed over the jade pendant.
Taking a closer look, I was shocked!
I couldn't help but blurt out: "This is..."
"What are these?" The aunt didn't know much. She just thought that these two things looked very precious, but judging from the appearance of her father-in-law, they seemed to have a lot of background.
Less than half an hour later, Jianda came back to get the pie.
Wen Qingzhu was the only one who came out of the stove. He took a cloth bag and packed him a piece of dried meat and two dry wheat pancakes. He handed them to him and said, "Your mother is talking to your father in the tent. Take this."
After taking Wen Qingzhu's things, Jianda did not leave immediately, but looked at her longingly, but did not dare to express his feelings casually.
Wen Qingzhu looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but ask: "Jianda, are you okay?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you, when are you leaving?" After the rounds of teaching last night, Jianda basically gave up on her.
Wen Qingzhu smiled and replied, "I'll leave later."
"So fast!" Jianda shouted immediately, "Aren't you in poor health? Why don't you wait two more days?"
Wen Qingzhu shook his head: "No wait, my health is much better than before. I just want to buy more food from you. Is it okay?"
"Of course!" Jianda agreed without hesitation.
The curtain of the tent was opened, and the uncle and aunt came to Wen Qingzhu and the others.
The uncle glanced at the door of the sheepfold and said: "Why do you let Xiaobei guard it! Why don't you go quickly! Your father will go with you today!"
"Ah!" Jianda was startled. Doesn't his father have his own affairs
However, as soon as his father's eyes widened, Jianda turned around and ran to the other side of the sheepfold. It was indeed outrageous to ask the guests to guard the sheepfold for him.
As soon as Jianda left, the uncle crossed his hands on his chest and was about to bend down when Wen Qingzhu quickly stopped him: "I can't do that!"
The uncle insisted on saluting, and finally stood up and invited Wen Qingzhu to go to the tent: "If the girl doesn't mind, come with me to the tent to have a look. There happens to be something that needs to get rid of the girl."
Wen Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, thinking that Beidou had inquired about this family last night. Except for the uncle, the rest of the family, old and young, had no attack power, so she followed them in with confidence.
Arriving inside the tent, Wen Qingzhu immediately smelled a very light medicinal smell, which was also mixed with a faint smell of decay.
It looks like stinky meat, but it doesn't look like it.
Following your uncle and aunt, Wen Qingzhu saw a curtain hanging on the right side of the tent.
The aunt stepped forward, opened the curtain, and a man covered with a felt quilt appeared in front of her.
As the curtain opened, Wen Qingzhu finally saw the person above, his face pale, and a hideous wound extending from the left temple to the right lip.
The wound directly crossed the bridge of the nose, the flesh and blood were turned out, and a black scab-like shell remained.
"He, who is he?" Although Wen Qingzhu had seen all kinds of patients, it was a bit scary to think that the person in front of him was still alive despite obvious signs of decay.
Preliminary estimates suggest that this man has been lying in bed for at least three years.
The uncle replied in a serious tone: "He is Jianda's biological father. He was seriously injured about eight years ago and barely managed to survive. Now he has been lying like this, neither dead nor awake. In the early spring of this year, his body became more and more emaciated. , there were corpse spots on his body, and I saw that he might not survive, so I thought of going to Dingyuan to try my luck, but I didn’t expect that a war broke out, so we had to return.”
"So the uncle wants me to take a look?" Wen Qingzhu looked away and looked at the uncle.
The uncle nodded: "I know the girl is very capable. If you don't take it seriously, he may end up here. No matter what, we can give you a ride."
Give her a ride
It must be said that this condition made Wen Qingzhu very excited.
After all, if there is a real Huns herdsman with them, things will go much smoother.
However, what she wants to do may cause trouble for them in the future.
After thinking for a long time, Wen Qingzhu nodded, thinking that he would leave them before Tudan was delivered.
Since he agreed to them, Wen Qingzhu asked Aunt Qu to boil hot water.
Wen Qingzhu could tell that the uncle must have had some considerations in mind when he allowed her to come in for medical treatment.
So she took out the silver needle bag and placed it on the square stool next to the bed.
When the aunt's hot water came in, Wen Qingzhu washed his hands with plant ash and rinsed them carefully.
Only then did he reach out to lift the quilt of Jianda's biological father in front of him. Suddenly, a smell of rot, dampness, and stench hit him.
Even though Wen Qingzhu had been mentally prepared before, he was still overtaken by the smell and turned around to vomit acidic water.
In order to keep the place clean, Wen Qingzhu forced himself to go out and vomit.
After vomiting, he closed his sense of smell without hesitation.
After the wind blew outside for a while, Wen Qingzhu calmed down and then turned around and went in.
The smell was still very strong. Although she couldn't smell it, she still felt uncomfortable in her stomach.
With the help of his aunt, Wen Qingzhu turned the patient over and found that his buttocks had turned black and there were deep and shallow wounds, old and new.
It looked like the flesh had been cut before.
"Has maggots grown on his body before?" Wen Qingzhu covered the cup and turned to ask the uncle.
The uncle nodded: "Well, in the second year, he got maggots on his body. He met a powerful Zhongyuan doctor who helped him remove the rotten flesh, apply medicine again to heal his injuries, and also asked us to bathe him every ten days, turn him over every day, etc. , that’s why it’s so old.”
"Doctor Zhongyuan? What's his name?" For some reason, Wen Qingzhu subconsciously thought of Zhong Dao.
The uncle shook his head and said, "I'm really sorry. We promised him not to tell others about him."
Wen Qingzhu thought about it and became more and more certain that it must be Zhong Dao.
Without further questioning, she began to examine it carefully for the eldest son.
After he finished reading it, Wen Qingzhu's expression became solemn. This man had reached the point where he was exhausted.
Wen Qingzhu glanced at the uncle and aunt and found that their eyes were very expectant.
I swallowed what I wanted to say.
"Help clean him up first, then I'll apply acupuncture and take a look."
On this day, Wen Qingzhu, his aunt and uncle were busy all day.
I washed the wound medicine, completely changed the bedding, washed it in the river and left it in the sun.
The house was also cleaned with salt water. When the aunt fed him and changed his urinal, she had to wash her hands like Wen Qingzhu.
In the evening, the uncle and Jianda came back with herbs.
Seeing Wen Qingzhu entering the tent, he knew that Wen Qingzhu must have looked at the people inside.
They hurriedly gathered the cattle, sheep and horses into the pen, and then went into the tent, but were stopped by the aunt.
"You go and wash your hands with plant ashes before you come in!"
The uncle and Jianda were confused, but they still followed her instructions.
After entering, they intuitively sensed a medicinal aroma in the house that they found difficult to adapt to.
Wen Qingzhu was holding a silver needle and giving it to a patient in the shop for the third time.
When the needle was about to close, Wen Qingzhu was surprised to find that his fingers moved.
"Wait! He's reacting!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately gathered around.
However, Jianda's biological father did not move again. Wen Qingzhu checked his pulse again, and the pulse became worse and worse.
After a long silence, Wen Qingzhu decided to tell the truth: "His situation is very bad now."
When these words came out, everyone had different expressions.
The uncle didn't seem to have changed much, and the aunt was a little sad, but not out of control yet.
Only the uncle's second son suddenly became irritable and started to grab Wen Qingzhu. He was instantly restrained by Beidou and was pinned to the ground, unable to move at all.
"Daddy!" The aunt was also panicked. She didn't expect this to be the case.
Wen Qingzhu raised his hand to ask Beidou to let go, and the uncle stood up. The uncle walked over, and when he raised his head, he slapped him.
The loud sound echoed in the silent tent, and no one spoke.
After a long while, the uncle turned around and apologized to Wen Qingzhu: "It was my lax discipline that caused you trouble."
"It's okay, the uncle is just emotional, they are fine." Wen Qingzhu didn't care, but looked at the uncle with a strange look.
Why is he so obsessed with the person in his bed
Is there another hidden reason behind his injury
The uncle spoke and asked Wen Qingzhu to tell the truth.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at the person on the bed and said, "If it had been two years earlier, he could have been saved, but now he is basically exhausted. You also said that starting from this year, his condition has deteriorated very quickly."
"Then, how long will it take?" The uncle's voice was trembling.
Wen Qingzhu pondered for a moment and said, "If there are enough medicinal materials, careful care, and most importantly, no bumpy roads, he can live for up to a month."
"What if the current situation is as it is?" The uncle's trembling became serious, and he obviously felt very uncomfortable with it.
Wen Qingzhu said silently: "Maybe less than ten days."
The uncle couldn't stand firm and was about to fall down. Jianda quickly stepped forward to help him: "Master!"
It took a long time for the uncle to recover.
Wen Qingzhu actually has a way to temporarily wake up the person on the bed, but his life time will be shorter.
The most important thing is to consume her medicine.
For safety reasons, Wen Qingzhu did not bring a large amount of medicine.
The aunt began to sob, and Jianda helped the uncle to sit down. The uncle knelt on the ground, looking very painful.
There was an unspeakable sadness in the tent.
About half an hour later, the uncle looked up and said, "Xiao Shui, wait one more day and we'll leave."
"But his..." Wen Qingzhu looked back at the person on the hospital bed, obviously not expecting the uncle to make such a decision.
The uncle seemed to have looked away, and his voice became calmer: "It's nothing. After so many years, it's enough. We will definitely do what we promised you before."
When Wen Qingzhu turned around, his aunt had already stood up and left.
Soon there was the crackling sound of firewood outside, and Wen Qingzhu knew that the aunt was making dinner.
Seeing them like this, Wen Qingzhu felt very uncomfortable.