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Chapter 30 Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

It has not rained for a long time, the soil in the courtyard is dry, the flowers, plants and trees are wilted after frost, and there is little dew in the morning.

Jialan in Xifu was seriously ill.

Li Wan tried to encourage him, his heart was too impatient, his homework was endless, the child was smart and obedient, and he was exhausted.

What kind of treatment can there be for the two little transparents in Xifu?Grandma doesn't love what uncle doesn't love.

When Uncle Rong found out, he sighed, what he did, the operation of the family school was too worrying, and the children suffered.

When a gentleman acts, he is lenient and fierce, and lenient is in laziness, and fierce is in breaking.

Uncle Rong and his family went to visit Jia Lan together.

Jia Lan was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she didn't make a sound, her high fever persisted, and she was in a critical situation, and several imperial doctors couldn't help her.

Traditional Chinese medicine says that pediatrics is dumb, with incomplete development and inaccurate pulse. It is very difficult to ask the child where the pain is, but he can't tell clearly.

When changing clothes, he took out the medical works of the Xiaoyao School and beat his head.

At the onset of the disease, when yin and yang are out of balance, needling to unblock the meridians, clearing up stagnant qi and exuberant yang qi, first acupuncture points on the yin meridians to help them rise, and then release yang qi to restore balance and the disease can be cured.

Li Wan's eyes were ashen, she shed tears silently, Youshi, Keqing, Xiaoqing and others softly explained, and the maids also advised her to relax.

Jia Lan's eyes are not good, and his heart can't be relieved.

Old lady, Mrs. Wang sat for a while and left. They thought Li Wan was unlucky and poisonous, and killed Jia Zhu. Now Jia Lan couldn't stand it anymore, and she was afraid of being accidentally infected.

Others followed suit.

Uncle Rong's family is left.

The imperial physician refused to make a move, and he couldn't get away for the time being.

Jia Rong didn't want to take the risk of saving people, if something bad happened, how could he see Li Wan and the others?However, now that the imperial physician is shrinking his head, Jia Lan is so ill that he cannot be cured, and his soul may return to the underworld at any time, and his heart is tormented.

After all, this matter happened because of me, I thought about it again and again, gritted my teeth, and made up my mind.

Take the doctor's silver needle.

Get rid of the maids and others, and stay with your family.

"Auntie, I learned a set of acupuncture from a foreigner in the early years. It's called the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. It can bring the dead back to life. Now the imperial doctor doesn't treat it. Waiting is no way. I don't know if you can trust me?" Very worried.

Li Wanmu was stunned, his cheeks twitched for a while, and he couldn't speak in a tone: "Lan'er is destined to be like this, please Brother Rong take action!"

Jia Rong took off Jia Lan's shirt, took out the silver needles, and according to the acupuncture techniques learned through the empowerment, slowly used unique techniques to push forward the Jiuyang Zhenqi, not daring to be careless.

Li Wan stopped crying, and everyone watched carefully.

After a set of acupuncture was done, he was exhausted physically and mentally. Beads of sweat covered his head and face. The family hurriedly supported him to rest. Li Wan glanced at him gratefully, then looked at his son, hoping for a miracle to happen.

There was a hint of blame in Youshi's worried eyes.

Silently, after half an hour passed, Jia Lan woke up with a voice like a mosquito: "Mother."

Li Wan is alive.

Everyone's hearts fell to the ground.

Uncle Rong ordered the servant girl to feed Jia Lan with a little warm water.

After an hour, when the fever subsides, the person can move and feel hungry. He is fed with a little porridge and pickles.

Excited, Li Wan made a big gift suddenly, which violated the etiquette system at this time, and Uncle Rong and others hurriedly dissuaded him.

The Xiaoyao school of medicine is extremely miraculous, but it is a pity that it has been annihilated in the long river of history.

Several imperial physicians were amazed, they didn't know what to do, they came out with clear prescriptions and went home.

Jalan's body is no longer in danger.

Uncle Rong was also tired, and his family took care of him and went back to Tianxiang Tower. Before leaving, he asked Li Wan to find him if he had any problems.

My aunt gave it to me personally, her eyes were sincere, she didn't look straight away, and she said a lot of words of gratitude.

There was nothing to say all night, very quiet.

Dongfu's family business has increased a lot, Youshi asked Keqing for help.

Keqing gets up early every day and only returns in the afternoon, exhausted from taking care of the family business.

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The uncle of the system just got up once, and then he died. Could it be that he is suffering from hysteria and needs to be beaten a few times?

With resentment in my heart, why don't you steal Zhou Qing's big brass clock and play with it, and steal a few Nine-Turn Golden Pills for me to eat, it's useless.

Ruizhu helped Uncle Rong get up at home, and retouched her makeup at noon, her face was radiant.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and a dozen maidservants were playing around in the yard.

Rong Daguan peeped through the window, feeling itchy in his heart, and his status was restricted, so it was impossible to have fun together.

Humming the melody of the previous life, thirsty in the mouth, calling for tea, the maid outside ran away to play, and felt lonely for a while, after a few months of aristocratic life, I fell into depravity.

In the previous life, at home in the winter, a portable coal stove was used to boil water to make tea, and then the broken pot was thrown to sit on the stove mouth. The oil was hot and the pork belly was fried until fragrant. Sit down, three cups of turbid wine, it's interesting.

It's not beautiful to be idle and have nothing to do, just set up a stove and have vegetables delivered from the kitchen in winter.

study.

Uncle Rong said he was thirsty, and Pearl hurriedly arranged to boil water for tea.

Qingwen quickly soaked the big red robe and handed it to the hateful person.

"Pearl grinds ink, Qingwen lays paper, I have a sudden inspiration." The stove must be born, and a big man holds a brazier in winter. What it looks like is smoky.

Pearl was curious: "Do you want to compose poetry?"

"Uncle is in the study with his hands behind his back, looking out of the window, and he doesn't turn the pages of the book." Qingwen observed the actual situation.

"Cough, cough." Pretending to be poetic.

Pick up a pen and meditate.

There is spirit in the pen, and the speed is fast.

There is a small round barrel in the middle of the wooden barrel, with four square mouths on the bottom to leak water, a few wooden slats, sparse, square black ink painting on the side, and two iron ears on the top, so ugly that elementary school students don't bother to draw.

The brush is waved again to draw the indoor heating pattern of the furnace, which can burn wood and coal.

Firewood is everywhere, and coal is not used indoors, which is very dangerous.

The second maidservant's expression was dull, what about the poem and the distance?what is this?

Pearl covered her mouth and her shoulders shook.

Qingwen laughed loudly: "Master, what wonderful thing did you draw, it's so ugly." There was another burst of laughter.

"Well~, they are the warmth in your heart in the cold winter months. If you get close to them, there will be hope for tomorrow in your life." Uncle Rong said deeply.

Pearl couldn't hold back her laughter, but Xiao He couldn't hide it.

"Master, you should be more serious." Qingwen gasped.

Uncle Rong stroked her back lightly, giving her comfort.

She stopped laughing, quickly hid behind Pearl, and stared at her: "Master, please respect yourself, he is not your cat or dog." Tears rolled in her eyes, how could the uncle be so frivolous and treat me as someone.

Pearl restrained her smile, bowed her head and did not interrupt.

"Uh, this..." When the child is raised, he is quick and forgets about important matters.

Qingwen's face was full of grievances, her red lips were slightly parted, her delicate face was full of tears.

The atmosphere was embarrassing and dignified. If you don't deal with it well, you will lose your life. What's the difference between Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Wang.

It's just her temper...

Why bother myself, let's meet less in the future.

"My uncle did something wrong today. I apologize to you. I won't do it in the future. Don't worry." Uncle Rong was depressed.

Pearl pulled the corner of Qingwen's clothes, seeing that she didn't speak: "What did the uncle say, it was just for fun, why should it go to this point."

"You take her back to the house, have a good rest, and go."

Passionate since ancient times spared hate.

(End of this chapter)