The old Chinese doctor in the courtyard

Chapter 64
"Li Shengli, are you still hiding gold?"

Han Jinhua, who was burning with anger, was very perceptive. Instead of being entangled in the stumbling block of the neighborhood committee, she took aim at her eldest son.

Hearing that the old lady had turned the wind direction, Li Shengli immediately faltered. After nodding, he took out a gold nugget in a long leggings bag from the inner pocket of his jacket.

"Little bastard, with such a big gold cake, you are not afraid of breaking your pocket and dropping it.

Is there any more? "

Clutching the big gold nugget in her hand, Han Jinhua changed her name, seeing that her eldest son pursed his lips and said nothing, he knew there was more.

"Your grandfather told me that rich people like to hide things at the bottom of the box.

These golden pancakes should be the bottom of the press box hidden in the medicine box.

You can give two yuan to the family, one for each of your siblings, one for the family fortune and one for the dowry.

You can do the rest by yourself. When you have collected enough money to buy a house, I will go to the neighborhood committee to pay the money.

You are also an adult, and you can stand up for your family, and I, a mother, will not stop you.

Li Shengli, remember that gold cannot be exchanged in a bank. If you change your front foot, the neighborhood committee will come to make trouble for your back foot.

I think you are both an older brother and an old sister-in-law, so you have a lot of friends, try it yourself..."

Clothing estimation companies in the old days could be regarded as having half a foot in the rivers and lakes, collecting and selling used clothes, and most of them were not dealing with people who kept their own laws.

As the daughter of the second shopkeeper's family, Han Jinhua has been fascinated by it.

Han Jinhua had no choice but to make up for the gold nuggets by herself, and to indulge her son.

She can't solve the 800 yuan by herself. Since her son said he can raise money, it can only depend on his ability.

"Mom, there are two yuan left, I can find someone to change it.

This time I went to Wali, I made an agreement with Master Liu that it was a free clinic to donate medicine.

One is to accumulate virtue, and the other is to help me hone my medical skills. I have to buy some medicinal materials with the remaining money, so I won’t keep more for my family. "

After speaking, Li Shengli went into the south room, took out 100 yuan from the old books on the top of the cabinet, and gave it to his wife Han Jinhua.

"It's just that you have a lot of eyes, and when you go out, Mother doesn't ask for anything else, but you are fine."

The so-called children can't help their mothers, Han Jinhua is somewhat lonely, and most of the anger in her heart has dissipated.

Ever since his son was allowed to participate in the general meeting of the hospital, and he was very responsible and independent at the meeting, the eldest son changed day by day in Han Jinhua's eyes.

Watching the eldest son grow up rapidly in his own eyes, the child who used to be like a cat and dog can support the family and calm the troubles.

Han Jinhua felt both lonely and relieved, but more worried.

In one fell swoop, she got four or five yuan and a half catties of big golden pancakes. Han Jinhua was afraid that her eldest son, who was born in an ordinary family, would not be able to bear this kind of blessing and would encounter unforeseen misfortunes abroad.

Superstition, not to mention the present, is inexhaustible even in future generations. Han Jinhua, who came from the old age, also believes in fate.

As for Mr. Liu, the traditional Chinese medicine tradition talks about yin and yang, five elements, retribution, and reincarnation. That old man is more superstitious than his mother Han Jinhua.

After Han Jinhua asked for two gold cakes, regardless of the other stocks in Li Shengli's hands, superstitious factors also accounted for a large proportion.

The boss of the family took some risks and left the family property and dowry to the second and third children. Even if the boss suffered a disaster, it would save the second and third children a little.

There are too many left in the family, and Han Jinhua is afraid that the family will not be able to afford such a blessing.

Taking the 100 yuan given by her eldest son, she didn't say much, but only asked for the most basic requirements.

For the rest, it is up to the eldest son to make a fuss on his own. Going out to the free clinic to donate medicine is the best choice in Han Jinhua's opinion.

"Mom, I see, the house will listen to me this time..."

Hearing about the house, Han Jinhua's anger, which had just been suppressed, flared up again.

For a normal family's house, one or two hundred yuan is enough, divide it into two houses, three houses, or buy a homestead with dozens of dollars, and build it yourself.

On the other hand, there are large and small courtyards outside the city. It is also the first time for Han Jinhua to experience such bullying by one certificate and two courts.

Whether it's a livestock yard or a warehouse in a supply and marketing cooperative, no one wants it.

Especially in the warehouses of supply and marketing cooperatives, the big four rooms inside are no different from dry wells. No matter whether it is a home or a work unit, no one wants such a house.

The neighborhood committee was afraid that it would fall into their hands, so they used one certificate and two courts as an excuse when they came here, and dumped it to the Li family, and they didn't want any money.

Otherwise, if such dry wells are distributed to people who have no houses to live in, the whole neighborhood committee will not be thrown into trouble?
Although it is possible to renovate with the land, who has so much spare money to renovate the house now?

After counting the entire courtyard, only Yi Zhonghai has such a condition, but how big a house can the old couple live in?

The real estate that can be adjusted by the neighborhood committee does not need to be as many as there are, and it is also necessary to apply to the street.

After asking for instructions step by step, and then allocating them layer by layer, not all the vacant houses within the scope of the neighborhood committee belong to the neighborhood committee.

These two courtyards are under pressure, occupying the houses of at least five families.

The neighborhood committee must be eager to be thrown out without discount.

Han Jinhua felt that if the Li family was appointed as the real estate owner because of the large number of houses, the neighborhood committee would definitely come out to clarify immediately.

The fact that one certificate and two courts cannot be separated must be the best excuse.

Han Jinhua, who was dragged down by the anger in his heart, didn't care about Li Shengli, who went out after changing clothes, after walking around the room for a few times.

Thinking of the elder son's instructions, he could only pick up the dirty clothes and cotton shoes he had changed, and vent his anger on them.

Li Shengli, who changed into new clothes at home, washed his hands and wiped his face, can be regarded as sweeping away the dust all the way.

Carrying the medicine box on his back, leaning on the pole of a bamboo gun, he led the Zhao family brothers to the Army General Hospital.

Thinking about the condition of Xiao's sister-in-law Zhang Ying, Li Shengli also thought of the Zhuangqi soup prescribed by Master Dong.

After thinking about it for a while, he was delighted. Master Dong's prescription was also born out of Sijunzi Decoction, which can be regarded as a kind of flavored one.

Silently recalling Master Dong's diagnosis, blood deficiency leads to qi deficiency, qi deficiency leads to blood loss, and finally both qi and blood are lost, and the eggs are in danger.

Adding Sijunzi decoction to strengthen Qi, supplemented with Bawei pills to regulate the intestinal tract, the number of treatment methods is clear.

Such a general statement had the meaning of teaching, but Li Shengli didn't understand it at the time.

Master Dong directly gave him the method of distinguishing symptoms and prescribing prescriptions, which can be regarded as teaching the method face to face.

Without adding detailed pulse conditions, syndrome differentiation, and pharmacology, this is because Li Shengli has no foundation and cannot understand. Master Dong's Taoism is admirable.

As long as Li Shengli can figure out this circle, he will be able to easily distinguish Qi deficiency and blood loss.

It's not a big problem to pick up the medicine box and be a traveling doctor for postpartum care. If you are lucky, you will encounter a similar illness as Xiao's sister-in-law, and it will be no problem to get serious illnesses and save lives.

After figuring this out, Li Shengli admires Dong Shi in addition to admiration.

After a few days of visiting doctors with Master Liu, Li Shengli, who had some experience, realized the brilliance of Master Dong's method of teaching the Dharma.

When Mr. Lu arrived, he asked the not very sensible Zhao Laosan to guard the carriage with a bamboo gun on his shoulders. Li Shengli took the eldest and second eldest of the Zhao family into the courtyard of the high-level cadre ward.

The guard in the yard was still the same one. Seeing that Li Shengli and the other three were regular customers, he knocked on the door for him.

Li Shengli, who was waiting at the door, heard Sister Feng's words to let in, so he pushed open the outer door and entered the mansion in front of the ward.

"Hey, little old man..."

As soon as the second door was opened, Ding Lan's nickname was assigned to Li Shengli.

"Lanlan, don't be so rude, let your father hear it, and he will punish you."

Li Shengli greeted Sister Feng, who reprimanded her daughter without pain, and looked directly at Zhang Ying on the hospital bed, regardless of Ding Lan's provocative face.

As for Xiao Hu, who was sitting on a horse and facing the wall, he ignored him.

"Sister-in-law, are you feeling better?

I see that you look good, so I reached out for my pulse. "

Although Zhang Ying's face was still sallow, there was a divine light in his eyes, and his eyes changed from cloudy to clear, which was Fang Zi's symptoms.

Zhang Ying, who was smiling, stretched out her wrist when she heard the words. It was only because of the lack of energy and blood that she was a little lazy, and when she reached her lips, she was blocked by Li Shengli's words.

After hanging in the air, Li Shengli felt Zhang Ying's pulse in silence, thin, slight, weak, weak, he felt that none of them were missing, and it was a little mixed.

The combination of at least four pulse conditions is not something that Li Shengli can subtly distinguish. He can confirm the deficiency of both qi and blood or the deficiency of both qi and blood.

But he was a little confused as to how to distinguish between primary and secondary. Following Master Dong's approach, it would be really useful to continue to distinguish.

The thin and weak pulses representing qi deficiency are somewhat different from those of slight deficiency, but the reason and differentiation of the difference are beyond Li Shengli's grasp.

However, by grasping the weak and weak pulses, Li Shengli has grasped the problems left by Master Dong. As long as these two pulses improve, he can enter the next stage of treatment.

"It's not bad. The prescription is working. Sister-in-law, try to eat as much as possible. There may be abdominal distension, but bear with it."

According to his own judgment, he gave the doctor's order, and Li Shengli also had a smile on his face. As long as the appearance is good, the direction of diagnosis and prescription is right.

It is not easy for Chinese medicine to treat the symptoms. Most Chinese medicine doctors in their 30s and [-]s are better than the current Li Shengli.

Not to mention prescribing medicines, it all depends on guessing and guessing, but the difference is not much.

People like Li Shengli and the others are pretty good, at least Guess Meng still has a direction.

Those young Chinese doctors who searched medical books to find symptoms based on the patient's dictation are the real pitfalls, and the prescriptions they may find are the opposite.

"Shengli, I live here to blame for spending money, decoct medicine and drink medicine, and we will do the same when we go home."

After Li Shengli finished his busy work, Zhang Ying only gathered the energy to speak. This is the case with the lack of energy and blood. The whole person is lazy and can't even raise the energy to speak.

"Sister of the Zhang family, it's good to live in peace of mind. Your Xiao Xiao has also made meritorious service. Living here is not considered taking care of her."

Although Sister Feng's words were well-founded, Zhang Ying still had a look of embarrassment on her face.

Because of her illness, the family was almost exhausted, and she was very afraid of being hospitalized.

Xiao Changgong and Zhao Mankui were the first batch to go to North Korea, and the last batch to come out. As long as these people can come out alive, at least a few credits are in their hands.

Family members' lives are hanging by a thread, taking up medical resources is really not considered care.

What Sister Feng said was good, and Li Shengli comforted him.

"Sister-in-law, we can't do it at home, it's too cold!
If you go home, the medicine you took earlier will be wasted. "

Regarding the patient's psychology, Li Shengli has a strong ability to control the patient's psychology, and he dispelled Zhang Ying's idea of ​​leaving the hospital and going home with one sentence.

Compared with being alive, going home and waiting to die is obviously cruel. Zhang Ying forced a smile, then curled up in the quilt and said nothing.

"Xiao Li, you still know how to talk, the sisters of the Zhang family have to be discharged from the hospital several times in the past two days, and I can hardly hold back.

By the way, there are some military uniforms that are not in active service at home. I asked people to find a few sets, some of them were worn, and some were not worn. Don't dislike them. "

Speaking of which, Sister Feng dragged out a logistics canvas bag from under Ding Lan's hospital bed. The canvas bag was not small, and it was full.

"Sister Feng, this is not good..."

As for the military uniform, Li Shengli didn't care about it. The pair of breasts on his body was more relaxed and comfortable.

(End of this chapter)