This pharmacist is not easy

On a summer morning, the sun was already high in the sky at seven o'clock.

The ingredients in the refrigerator were almost exhausted. Taking advantage of the rest day, Qiu Yi thought of purchasing some fresh ingredients from the market.

After breakfast, after asking He Bo and Mr. He what they wanted to eat, he rode an electric scooter to the noisy market.

The floor of the market is always wet, because to keep the vegetables fresh and beautiful, the vegetable vendors have to sprinkle a few handfuls of water on the vegetables from time to time, and the water that does not fall on the vegetables will naturally fall to the ground.

The ground in the fish selling area is even wetter, and the lively fish will always splash water droplets vigorously. Occasionally, they either spray wet the clothes of customers or throw water on the ground. Therefore, if pedestrians walk carelessly, they are easy to slip.

When Qiu Yi passed by, he saw with his own eyes an old man in front of him fell down without paying attention, and no one around him dared to help him up.

The old man's appearance of sitting alone on the ground and unable to get up was pitiful, which instantly aroused his sympathy.

Although he wanted to help, he still had a sense of precaution—he took out his mobile phone and turned on the video recording, explaining that he had helped in the past, and then walked over.

"Master, are you okay?"

Qiu Yi put down the bag in his hand and tried to help the old man stand up.

The old man grabbed his hand and got up slowly, "I'm fine."

Qiu Yi worried and asked again: "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? Call your family and ask them to pick you up."

"Okay, I'll call my son." The old man said gratefully, "Thank you, young man! I'm fine, go ahead."

The old man tried to walk a few steps to confirm that he was not injured, so he firmly declined Qiu Yi's company and walked to the gate of the market by himself.

Qiu Yi followed quietly to the door, and was relieved when he saw someone coming to pick up the old man.

After doing good deeds, he felt that his soul seemed to have been sublimated, and he continued to buy vegetables in a happy mood.

When he walked through the poultry area, he remembered that he hadn't eaten pigeon meat for a long time, so he bought three live pigeons, planning to take them home and raise them for a while before slaughtering them for stew.

When he got home, Qiu Yi found a bamboo cage in the shape of a lantern. The upper part was smaller and the lower part was larger. It was more than enough to hold three little white pigeons.

When Mr. He saw the white pigeon, he smiled and said, "This food is good. It will nourish your body after eating it. When shall we eat it?"

Qiu Yi thought for a while and said, "Let's raise it by ourselves for a while, people feed it with feed, after all, it doesn't smell as good as raising it by ourselves."

Xiao Shan is the most excited about the addition of three little white pigeons in the family.

On the first day when the little white pigeons arrived, Xiao Shan actively leaned in front of the cage, constantly sniffing inside with his nose, and barked from time to time, scaring the three little white pigeons into a ball.

But then it was probably because the pigeon droppings were too smelly, so Xiao Shan didn't like to go to the cage any more.

The three little white pigeons I bought back have been raised for less than a week, and they actually laid eggs!

When Qiu Yi was feeding them, he found two white things at the bottom of the cage, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two pigeon eggs that were a few circles smaller than eggs.

It happened that Preserved Egg was also there, so he asked curiously, "Will there be a little pigeon inside Little Egg?"

Don't look at the age of the preserved egg, he has seen the hen at home hatch the egg and hatch the chick!

So when I saw the pigeon eggs at first glance, what the preserved egg thought about was whether the pigeons could be hatched.

Of course, Qiu Yi couldn't answer this question, and said very honestly: "You asked a good question, but unfortunately I don't know..."

So one big and one small stared at the two little pigeon eggs.

"Why don't you try using a light bulb to illuminate it?" Qiu Yi suddenly suggested.

Then He Bo, who was working in the room, saw Qiu Yi trotting in, followed by a short-legged preserved egg, one big and one small turned on the lamps, and then took out two little white eggs to look at them.

"Preserved egg, did you see anything?" Qiu Yi asked.

Pi Dan shook his head, "No, Uncle Qiu Yi, have you seen it?"

Qiu Yi also shook his head.

He Bo asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Qiu Yi said, "See if the pigeon eggs are fertilized."

He Bo was stunned, and said with a smile: "Generally, it takes a week for fertilized pigeon eggs to see the net-like blood streaks inside, and the liquid inside cannot flow at that time."

"Ah." Qiu Yi made a regretful voice, and said to the preserved egg, "It is said that it will be a week later."

Preserved eggs said it was okay, a week would pass quickly, and he was willing to wait.

In this case, Qiu Yi will postpone the slaughter of the pigeons, and put the eggs back where they were, because He Bo said that it is better to let the pigeons hatch.

As a result, within a week, the pigeon eggs shattered.

Qiu Yi couldn't bear to tell the preserved egg this fact, so he had to go to the market and buy two pigeon eggs.

Preserved egg, who came over every day to stare at the pigeon egg, was completely unaware that the pigeon egg had been swapped, and waited wholeheartedly.

Finally, a week later, the preserved egg urged Qiu Yi to take the pigeon egg to the light again, but of course nothing could be seen.

Although he was a little disappointed about this, he soon cheered up again, and said: "These two eggs must be bad. When the little pigeons lay eggs next time, there will be little pigeons coming out!"

Qiu Yi: "..." It seems that these three little white pigeons cannot be slaughtered.

Mr. He, who was looking forward to stewing white pigeons, heard about it, and immediately rode an electric car to the market, bought three slaughtered white pigeons, and returned, and stewed a pot of delicious thick soup that day.

He also used the reason that children can't eat too much pigeon meat, and successfully snatched the pigeon leg from the preserved egg that came to Cengfan.

Qiu Yi who witnessed all this: "..."

All right, as long as your old man is happy.

……

On a sunny morning, Qiu Yi was grinding soybean milk with a stone mill at home. Before he finished grinding, the village chief rushed to his house.

"Xiao Yi, do you still have that ointment? It's the kind of white clay that can detoxify!" The village chief asked anxiously.

Qiu Yi nodded and said, "Yes, but who asked you again?"

The village chief said helplessly, "Do you remember Zhang Jianshe?"

"Uncle Jianshe?" Qiu Yiqi said, "Hasn't he been gone for several years?"

The village chief waved his hand, "It's not him, it's his grandson Pangdun. ——Oh, this kid is so playful that he ran up the mountain. He was fine yesterday, but he couldn't be woken up this morning. Now Wei Hong is panicking to death." Yes! Fatty is her only family member, if there is an emergency, how can she survive!"

Qiu Yi frowned and said, "Why don't you send him to the hospital immediately?"

The village chief sighed: "I also persuaded him in the same way, but Wei Hongfei said that Fatty was bitten by some kind of insect and was poisoned. I must ask you to give me the ointment."

Thinking of what Chen Weihong said at the time, the village head was also angry, why her grandson was poisoned and Xiao Yi should have given her some ointment.

Chen Weihong may have heard about Qiu Yi's treatment of Zhang Junhai and the others before, and knew of the existence of the ointment, and Qiu Yi also promised to provide the ointment to save people if anyone needed it, so she said so confidently.

Although there are also reasons for worrying about her fat grandson, the village head just annoys her.

But for Fatty's sake, the village chief didn't care too much, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Qiu Yi to get the medicine himself.

"Don't worry, the medicine is yours, and you can't give it to her for free. The money that should be collected must be collected!" The village head said solemnly: "Don't be embarrassed to accept it, even brothers have to settle accounts clearly! If the time comes If you can’t say it, uncle, I’ll ask for it for you.”

At this point, Qiu Yi was still worried, and hurriedly dug out the medicine jar from the house, and said to He Bo: "I have something to go out, you can grind the soy milk for me!"

After speaking, he hurried away with the village head.

Qiu Yi was actually a little annoyed, you said your relative was poisoned, who didn't send him to the hospital immediately?

Human life is at stake, and sometimes he dare not be sure about his ointment.

And whether it was really poisoned or not is another matter. If it is not poisoning but a sudden illness that delays and something happens, who will be responsible at that time?

He didn't want to take this responsibility for no reason. He had to know that once the patient's family members lost control of their emotions, they would not reflect on themselves first, but would easily shift the responsibility to unrelated people and vent their anger on unrelated people.

So while trotting all the way, Qiu Yi asked the village chief about the situation.

"How did Aunt Wei Hong determine that Fatty was poisoned?"

"A piece of skin on Chubby's neck has turned purple, and his lips are also grayish purple. It must be poisoned..." the village chief said uncertainly.

"Did you find any wounds?"

"It seems that there are a few small holes in the neck, and I can't find it if I don't pay attention."

Qiu Yi nodded, and then began to think. If it is really the same kind of poison that He Bo and the others had before, then if the culprit who was poisoned for no reason on the mountain is found, there will be people who continue to be poisoned. poisoned.

What's worse, no one knows that the culprit is only on the mountain?

Wouldn't it be very dangerous if there were also under the mountain?

The only thing that is certain is that this kind of thing has never happened before—maybe I don’t know it, but it started last year. If Fatty is also poisoned by this kind of poison now, it really needs to be taken seriously.

Qiu Yi was thinking in his heart, how can he find out the truth of the matter?

Yes, he wanted to investigate, not for himself but for the safety of those around him.

But all he knew was that things happened on the mountain, he was out of his mind, and he couldn't know what to do for a while.

Take your time, he said to himself, maybe he can discuss a strategy with He Bo after returning home.

Qiu Yi was thinking about things in his heart, but his pace was not slow, and he arrived at Aunt Wei Hong's house in the blink of an eye.