Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

After boiling the medicinal materials, you also need to add wine fermentation, adjust it into the form of ointment, and apply it to the diseased skin to enable the medicinal power to penetrate evenly into the body.

At the same time, 60-degree hot water therapy is combined to ensure that the medicine is completely absorbed by the diseased area.

Without this process, relying solely on topical medications may actually be counterproductive.

After completing all preparations,

He Yuzhu carries "Nourish and Healthy Wine"

, returned to the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the front yard, he found that Yan Fugui was already staring at the wine jar in his hand.

"He Yuzhu, did you bring this back from the Xu family's tavern?"

There was a gleam in Yan Fugui's eyes.

He heard that the Xu family's wine tasted excellent, although it was a bit expensive.

Originally, he thought that now that He Yuzhu and Xu Huizhen were married, everyone would always be able to enjoy fine wine in the compound.

As a result, up to now, not only has he not had a sip of the wine, he hasn't even seen any foam.

Therefore, Yan Fugui couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Are you staring at me? Are you trying to take my wine?"

He Yuzhu raised his eyebrows and protected the "nutritious health wine" in his hand.

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In response, Yan Fugui curled his lips and said disdainfully: "You kid, I'm just asking casually, who wants your crappy wine?"

Then "hum"

There was a sound.

Facing this, He Yuzhu snorted coldly and ignored Yan Fugui.

"What a magical brewing technique! In my entire life, this is the first time I've seen such a superb technique!"

Yan Fugui looked at the bottle of "nutritious and health-preserving wine" in amazement.

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He Yuzhu just glanced at him indifferently.

I couldn't help but think to myself: This old man is getting more and more annoying the more I look at him.

"Such a superb skill, why don't you spend money to buy it?"

He Yuzhu said sarcastically.

"If I had that much money, I would have drunk it to my heart's content. Do I need you to remind me?"

Yan Fugui retorted unyieldingly.

Yan Fugui opened his eyes wide and looked at He Yuzhu as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"He Yuzhu, are you an aristocrat living in an ivory tower?"

As a former primary school Chinese teacher, Yan Fugui's ability to cite historical allusions is impressive.

"Humph!"

He Yuzhu shrugged off the sarcasm and walked straight to the central courtyard with his wine jar.

"He Yuzhu, wait a minute, the wine needs to be hot before drinking. I'll light a fire for you."

Yan Fugui hurriedly followed, smiling as if to show his loyalty.

"Go away!"

He Yuzhu yelled in annoyance and went straight to his residence.

“You really don’t know how to appreciate it!”

Yan Fugui muttered to himself.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai saw He Yuzhu coming back, and the jar of wine in his arms aroused his interest.

But when he thought about the recent cold war between him and He Yuzhu, Yi Zhonghai realized that taking the initiative to speak would only lead to rejection.

Suddenly, he remembered that Qin Huairu wanted to eat chicken in the morning, so he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Not long after, Yi Zhonghai came to He Yuzhu's house carrying a chicken thigh.

"He Yuzhu, there's chicken here, and you have wine there, how about we have a drink together?"

In his opinion, a chicken thigh is also a sign of sincerity.

"is it?"

He Yuzhu frowned, obviously understanding Yi Zhonghai's motives - this was not a simple exchange of friendship.

"My luck is good this year, so I don't need a chicken."

Although he seemed to play it down on the surface, he knew in his heart what the other party was up to.

He knew that the chicken was definitely bought for Qin Huairu, and it was most likely not fresh.

Looking back on the past, when he might not be able to eat chicken once a year, He Yuzhu felt a little ironic about this sudden enthusiasm.

He thought that Yi Zhonghai was so attentive just to please Qin Huairu.

He Yuzhu decided to teach him a lesson, not wanting him to become too arrogant.

As expected, Yi Zhonghai seemed quite annoyed when he saw He Yuzhu's attitude.

"He Yuzhu, how can you be so rude!"

Yi Zhonghai was so furious that he wanted to rush up and teach the young man a lesson.

But He Yuzhu just glanced at him indifferently and said indifferently: "Master Yi, do what you should do. This place is not suitable for you to stay."

He intentionally emphasized the word "master", implying some unreasonable behavior, which even he himself felt was a bit excessive.

"He Yuzhu, I went to town to buy this piece of chicken especially for you!"

Unwilling to give up, Yi Zhonghai continued, hoping to shake He Yuzhu's heart.

"really?"

Faced with this obviously distrustful question, He Yuzhu sneered and continued to work on the task at hand.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, Yi Zhonghai stomped his feet in anger.

"Okay, you're awesome!"

After cursing, he left angrily.

Meanwhile, at Jia's house, Qin Huairu had been lying down for an afternoon and was now feeling hungry.

After getting up, she put her ear to the door and listened for a while. It seemed that there was no one else in the whole yard except her.

"Yi Zhonghai! I'm hungry."

Her tone sounded slightly dissatisfied, as if she was complaining.

Qin Huairu looked unhappy and felt very aggrieved.

Being in her youth, she thought her life would be different, but she didn't expect that she would still have to worry about food.

Yi Zhonghai has lived for so many years, doesn't he know how to take care of her? Why hasn't this meal been prepared yet?

What's worse is that she didn't have any lunch, so she could only endure the hunger and fall asleep.

Just when she was about to lose her patience, Yi Zhonghai hurried over from her neighbor's house.

"Yi Zhonghai, is dinner ready? I'm almost fainting from hunger!"

Qin Huairu complained, with dissatisfaction written all over her face.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Qin Huairu, then looked at her stomach, and said awkwardly: “Ah, dinner is not ready yet.”

"Then...then go and cook. I'm so hungry that my stomach is growling."

Qin Huairu urged, obviously impatient to eat.

Yi Zhonghai laughed dryly and replied, "Aunt, I'll go make the soup now."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Qin Huairu looked at Yi Zhonghai's busy back and muttered, "This old man is really useless unless he is beaten..."

About an hour later, Yi Zhonghai brought out a pot of hot soup from the kitchen.

The aroma of the soup is all over the place, making you salivate.

If there was an old lady present, it would not be Yi Zhonghai's turn to do these tasks.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Who made me want to have a son?

The next morning, He Yuzhu rushed to the old man's house.

Seeing him come in, the old man was stunned.

I originally thought it was just a joke, but I didn't expect it to come true.

The old man was both happy and worried.

What made me happy was, was there really a chance that I could be saved?

What he was worried about was whether He Yuzhu would ask him for money for the medicine.

Thinking of this, the old man's voice began to tremble.

"Yu...Yuzhu, are you really here? I thought you were teasing an old man like me."

The old man sat up from the bed and stared at the medicine jar in He Yuzhu's hand.

Seeing how nervous he was, He Yuzhu quickly comforted him.

"Don't worry, uncle. I'm really here to help you heal your illness."

"Don't worry, after drinking this medicinal wine, your illness will be cured soon."

Hearing He Yuzhu's words, the old man was so moved that tears filled his eyes.

I didn't expect that after being alone all my life, I would meet such a "filial son"

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He Yuzhu filled half a bowl of medicine for the old man and asked him to take it.

As soon as he took the medicine, the old man felt warm all over and felt extremely comfortable.

"It's amazing, Yuzhu, are you really a doctor?"

The old man opened his eyes wide and looked at the small porcelain jar in He Yuzhu's hand in shock.

This medicinal wine alone actually has such a remarkable effect.

He couldn't believe that such a good medicine came from a cook. It was simply unreasonable.

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Uncle, have you forgotten? We talked so much last night."

The old man finally came to his senses and nodded to show that he understood.

"Yes, you did say a lot yesterday, but you are old and your memory is poor. What did you say?"

Looking at the old man's sincere expression, He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh or cry.

Now it seems that my kindness has been in vain.

He cleared his throat and pretended to think seriously.

After a moment, He Yuzhu raised his voice and shouted, "Uncle, I'm telling you something, please listen carefully."

"I just forget quickly, I'm not deaf, please speak more quietly."

The old man was startled by He Yuzhu's loud voice. He didn't know whether he didn't express himself clearly or He Yuzhu misunderstood him.

Only then did He Yuzhu realize that he had mistaken him for a deaf person.

So he lowered his voice.

"In fact, you are not sick, but fainting due to long-term fatigue and old age. In medicine, this is called 'Qi stagnation'."

"The so-called qi stagnation means that blood circulation slows down, becomes blocked, and blood supply is insufficient. In layman's terms, it is a coma caused by lack of oxygen."

He Yuzhu paused for a moment, then continued, "As long as I massage the acupuncture points on your brain to clear the meridians, you will wake up."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise.

He never expected that He Yuzhu actually knew medical skills! Although this is just a common symptom, it is not easy to make an accurate diagnosis, and it requires the four traditional diagnostic methods of observation, smell, questioning, and palpation.

Since He Yuzhu could accurately describe the condition, it was obvious that he was very familiar with it.

Seeing the old man's disbelieving expression, He Yuzhu asked him to lie down on the bed.

"Uncle, just lie down and relax. If you feel any pain, tell me."

The old man nodded, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed this unexpected care.

He Yuzhu walked gently to the bedside and reached out to pull the old man by the collar.

Looking at the old man's aged and wrinkled skin, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Then he took out a plaster and put it on the old man.

The coolness of the plaster quickly penetrated the old man's whole body.

The originally stiff muscles gradually regained their elasticity.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally woke up slowly.

Looking at He Yuzhu in front of him, he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

He actually recovered from the illness!

He Yuzhu helped him up and asked, "Uncle, how do you feel now?"