Fang Qingshi put the meat porridge on the table, turned around and exited.
Her mentor has a very weird temper and is most impatient with others getting too close to her, so she won't say a word more.
When I went out, I saw my eldest brother selecting herbs with a frown on his face. He walked over and said, "Brother, you didn't go there?"
"Let's go, let me boil the medicine first." Fang Jing'an took two steps with the herbs and turned back to Fang Qingshi: "Look, these are very poisonous things. What does he mean by giving me this prescription?"
Fang Qingshi whispered: "Brother, maybe you want to fight fire with fire."
The family tradition of medical skills is passed down from male to female, and Fang Jing'an couldn't explain clearly to her sister that these are very poisonous and popular medicines. Even if you want to fight poison with poison, if you use them like this, you will be killed.
The two sisters processed the herbs after dinner. Fang Jing'an boiled a bowl of herbs for Ji Ranchen and brought them to the house. When he came back, he continued to boil the herbs to make a plaster for external use on wounds. He had never cured anyone before, and now he felt that
Very confused.
In Fang Jing'an's view, after this prescription was used, the people in the house would definitely die, but he did not dare to send him to the county hospital because he guessed correctly. This person's identity was really not simple.
"Brother." Fang Qingshi held firewood and placed it next to the medicine stove: "You don't eat and you are still restless. What's wrong?"
"We shouldn't save this person." Fang Jing'an said solemnly, "His surname is Ji."
Two lifetimes!
This is the first time Fang Qingshi heard his mentor’s last name!
The surname Ji was the surname of the previous dynasty, and she seemed to have figured it out all at once.
Taking a slow breath, Fang Qingshi said in a relaxed tone: "Brother, it is the rule of a doctor to treat illnesses and save people. It is the rule of a doctor to save people regardless of their needs. Everyone has a life. If he is cured, we will send him away. If he is gone, we will give him a life."
As long as he is buried, it is morally acceptable."
When Fang Jing'an heard this, she also knew that now was the time to let go, so she could only say: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
After being busy until midnight, Fang Jing'an sat down to eat. The two sisters placed ginseng on the table as if they were presenting treasures.
Seeing such a big ginseng, Fang Jing'an dropped the chopsticks in his hand. He picked up the ginseng and looked at it carefully for a long time before putting it down: "Ah Shi, this ginseng can buy you freedom. Let's go to Li's house."
, let’s have a look.”
"Brother, ginseng is a precious treasure. If you take it out, aren't you afraid of being watched?" Fang Qingshi shook his head: "I want to go back to the Li family. If I can't do it tomorrow, I will stay at home for one more night."
Fang Jing'an wished that his sister would never go back. How could he let Ah Shi go without a piece of ginseng? He didn't believe it.
Fang Qingshi knew not to mention a ginseng. When the Li family saw a ginseng, they wished the Fang family would search for ginseng in the mountains for them every day. They are greedy villains.
Furthermore, the eldest brother has not married yet, and the younger sister will have to marry someone else in the future. She does not want people from the Lao Li family to come and make trouble. She has done everything she needs to do when she comes back from this trip. The eldest brother and the younger sister are her closest relatives.
Don't break their hearts either.
There was a hot potato at home, which made Fang Jing'an feel uneasy. At night, he held a straw mat to make a floor in Ji Ranchen's house. Because of the doctor's kindness, he couldn't sleep and went into the chicken coop and caught a big rooster.
Killed him, cleaned them up and put them in the kitchen. He wanted Ah Shi to eat something good. His face when he came back this time was so ugly, and his life at Lao Li's house was not good at all. The sick also needed to recuperate.
If you hurt yourself, you have no foundation at all. If you can eat something good, it can be considered as your best effort.
Fang Qingshi got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. When she saw the slaughtered chicken, she was stunned for a moment. The picture appeared in her mind. She shook her head and started cooking quickly.
"Chop the chicken into minced meat, cook the chicken legs in the pot and tear them into shreds. Then roll out the dough and wrap more than thirty Yuanbao wontons. After cooking the wontons, I looked outside and saw my elder brother going out, and then hurriedly entered the house.
Go, there's something wrong with your face.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly wiped my hands and came over.
The weird fishy smell made her head buzz: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"No, it's okay! Don't look!" Fang Jing'an was so frightened that her hands were shaking and her tone changed.
Fang Qingshi glanced at his mentor with his eyes closed, and walked to the bed: "Brother, I can help."
Fang Jing'an was holding a thin bone scraper in her hand. When she heard these words, she sternly said: "Let you get out!"
"Let her do it, you are too soft!" Ji Ranchen said, opening his eyes: "Scrape off all the blackened skin and flesh. It must be scraped clean."
Fang Qingshi nodded and took the thin knife from his elder brother's hand: "Brother, there is some liquor at home. You can also prepare some hemostatic medicine."
Fang Jing'an stomped out.
Fang Qingshi looked at the injured leg, which was black all the way down to the knee, and took a slow breath: "Old man, please hold back."
Ji Ranchen closed her eyes again.
This method of surviving with a broken leg must be the last resort. Fang Qingshi raised the knife and began to cut into the rotten black meat.
Black blood dripped out from the wound, and the strange fishy smell became stronger and stronger.
Fang Jing'an brought a jar of wine and crushed the hemostatic medicine on the side.
"Old man, the wine was made by my father when he was still alive. Please drink some to calm your nerves!" Fang Qingshi said.
When Ji Ranchen opened his eyes again, the whites of his eyes were covered with red blood. He grabbed the wine jar and started drinking.
Taking advantage of this time, Fang Qingshi quickly scraped off the necrotic flesh with her hands. When she saw the blackened bones, she despaired.
"Do you have a guillotine? Cut it!" Ji Ranchen put the wine jar on the table next to him and said sternly.
Fang Jing'an almost couldn't breathe. When he saw Ah Shi walking out quickly, he actually brought the guillotine in. He quickly said: "Ah Shi! You will die!"
"No, I believe in you, old man." Fang Qingshi felt uncertain, but had no way out. She went to the mountains in advance to live a new life, just to let her mentor survive? What does it mean to lose a leg? It's better than losing it.
Strong destiny!
Ji Ranchen squinted his eyes and looked at the two siblings, feeling very satisfied with Qingshi's performance.
The guillotine was ready. Fang Qingshi wiped it with spirits. He turned around and turned over the hemostatic medicine in his brother's boat and put it at hand. He lifted the knife and cut it close to the bone. He grabbed the hemostatic medicine and pressed it on.
When Fang Qingshi's eyes heated up and she shed tears when she reached the blackened bone that rolled to the side.
"It's okay, the medicine yesterday made me unconscious for a day." Ji Ranchen looked at Fang Qingshi who was crying and said softly.
Fang Qingshi didn't dare to show too much, so she could only lower her head: "I'm afraid. I'll go back and ask Brother Jiang in the village to make a wooden wheel chair for you. I'll push you wherever you want to go."
"Good luck." Ji Ranchen forced out a smile, took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything to eat? Old man, I'm hungry."
Fang Qingzhi quickly brought over a soft cloth and bandaged it up for his teacher: "Yes, I made shredded chicken wontons. Just wait and I will bring them to you."
After Fang Qingshi went out, Ji Ranchen looked at the pale Fang Jing'an and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to be my apprentice, I will accept you as a closed disciple."
Fang Jing'an raised her head in astonishment and said with a grimace: "Why do you always want to accept my family as your disciples?"