Old Mrs. Wei pushed open the back door and looked at it against the cold wind in the morning. Chunmian was indeed already squatting on the ground.

Although it became very cold in the village after winter, most of the herbs that sleep in spring were also cold-resistant.

The cold-resistant ones have been moved to some worn-out basins and placed in the house.

Chunmian served him in the morning and used the seeds, stems and leaves to produce a few herbs he needed.

I applied ointment to Uncle Wei San yesterday, and it consumed a lot.

I have to make a few more boxes today.

Uncle Wei San didn't have a fever at night. He woke up early this morning and was so in good spirits that he didn't look like an injured person. Except for the pain in his body, everything else was very good.

Chunmian personally checked the wound, wiped off the dried ointment, fixed the fractured right leg, and then reapplied the medicinal wine and ointment to the severely injured area.

"Lying down, let the ointment absorb, and lying down for three days first, just to nourish the bones." Chunmian felt that it would be better to take care of Uncle Wei San's wound for a few days.

Now Chunmian is a doctor. Uncle Wei San wants to get better quickly, so he has to listen to her.

Whether for himself or for the two children in the family, Uncle Wei San must be honest and obedient.

Uncle Wei San was lying at Chunmian's house for seven days, and then Chunmian stopped applying ointment to him and gave him only a bottle of medicinal wine spray for him to go home and continue using it.

"The wound has scabbed, so you can heal by slowly caring yourself. When you wake up every morning, spray the severely injured area once. When it is absorbed, put on the clothes and come over to change the medicine on your legs every three days." Chunmian reminded him while checking Uncle Wei San's recovery.

That day, he fell from the hillside and hit a tree and turned to a stone. Uncle Wei San thought he was cold.

As a result, the turn of the circle is going to save your life?

Except for the fact that the legs cannot move, the other places are not as good as being injured.

Uncle Wei San held Chunmian's hand excitedly, and his eyes were red for a long time. Then he said in a choked voice: "Uncle San really doesn't know what to say. If Shumei has any problems in the future, just call Uncle San. And your herbs and medicinal wine are a lot of money. I should tell Uncle San a lot, so I will get it for you when I go home."

"You are my third uncle. If I make money from you, my dad should say that I am. Thirty-five yuan is the cost. If I get free, I can just send it to you." Chunmian naturally couldn't say that it was not worth it anymore. He also had costs. Among them, the technical cost was the highest, and the others were secondary.

If Chunmian has no foreign debt, you can also consider that the family will be like this.

But after thinking about it, let's just forget it.

He has a lot of foreign debt and cannot afford to be generous.

"Uncle San knows, Uncle San knows." Uncle Wei San is still very excited.

The family helped to send Uncle Wei San back, and soon Wei Shulian came over and gave him fifty yuan.

"Sister Shumei, thank you, thank you." Wei Shulian was also frightened this time, and she was still talking with a tremolo.

Chunmian shook her hand comfortably and wanted to find her money, but the person ran away.

Obviously, this is the meaning of not wanting Chunmian to look for it again.

Chunmian didn't insist, so he took it away. He thought to himself that he needed a lot of materials recently, and he didn't know if he could do it if he could.

Unfortunately, in this era, I can’t even make a promotional advertisement.

I can only wait for the patient to come to the door slowly.

Uncle Wei San was so injured that day, and most people in the village saw it.

But now in just half a month, I have recovered and can slowly go down the ground and start walking with a stick.

In addition to being unable to exert strength on his legs, he has a very good mental outlook.

Seeing Uncle Wei San, the villagers were shocked.

I originally thought that Uncle Wei San was probably going to be gone that day.

As a result, this is back to life?

In the past, people thought that Chunmian made wine and planted herbs at home, so this was probably a mess.

Many people have also talked about gossip behind their backs.

Of course, there may not be much malice, just instinctively trying to say it.

Now that everyone was amazed when they saw Uncle Wei San like this!

Chunmian is really capable!

The villagers remembered the ability of Chunmian to their hearts, thinking that if you have any headaches and fevers next time, you can really come to the door.

In November, Chunmian was the only one who was a patient in Uncle Wei San.

In late December, there was no patient in spring.

I am not in a hurry to sleep in spring, and I still take care of herbs, make wine, and make medicinal wine and ointments on a daily basis.

It’s interesting to say that Chunmian has brewed wine for half a year, but the medicinal wine has not been sold, but after two distillations, a lot of sorghum wine with good taste has been sold.

Because the alcohol content is high, the price of Chunmian is not low, and it costs six yuan per catty, which can be regarded as a sky-high price.

But if you can't stand it, you will have a good taste.

Chunmian didn't know what expression he should have.

"Shumei, is Shumei at home?" Just as Chunmian was serving his herbs, he heard screams coming from the front yard.

It was a woman's eager voice.

Chunmian got up and went home to check the situation. As soon as he entered the house, he was almost thrown into the back door.

Fortunately, Old Mrs. Wei stepped forward and pulled the woman back.

"Mom Hongtu, don't be excited!" Old Mrs. Wei grabbed the person back and reminded him loudly.

Hongtu's mother was disheveled and her hair was struggling with a shrill voice: "Help, Shumei save Hongtu."

"Where is the person?" Chunmian originally wanted to take a step back and went back to the backyard. Seeing that Old Mrs. Wei reached out to control the person, she stood there without moving and asked softly.

"Here, come." Someone rushed in soon, and Wei Shuxiang also reminded her in time.

Wei Hongtu is a sixteen-year-old boy. He said his stomach hurts in the morning. At the beginning, Hongtu's mother didn't take it seriously. As a result, the child's pain became more and more severe. Now his face is pale and everyone starts to talk nonsense.

Only then did Hongtu's mother realize that she was afraid. Hongtu's father meant to take the child to the hospital directly, which was not very good.

But Hongtu's mother felt sorry for the money and was reluctant to go. After thinking about Chunmian, who had been rumored to be very powerful recently, she rushed over.

He pulled open the crowd and looked at the child who was held in his arms by Hongtu's father. Chunmian knew what was going on at one glance.

Acute appendicitis.

Interstellar people have very strong physical constitutions and rarely have such diseases in life. In addition, Chunmian is not a medical student, so I didn’t understand this situation at the beginning.

I recently read and read the books left by Grandpa Wei again and again, which led to a further understanding of medical skills.

Because I have an understanding, I can understand it at a glance.

"This has to be sent to the county hospital. Acute appendicitis can easily lead to life. Let's go and find a carriage, hurry up." Chunmian knew that this situation was extremely threatening to people today, so he pressed Hongtu's mother's hand and said with a very fast speed.

When he heard that he was going to the hospital, Hongtu's mother's eyes turned red: "Shumei, save Hongtu, we are all from the same village, we are all ancestors, how can you not save me? The children are so in love with me, how can we go to the hospital?"
Chapter completed!