I want to live, get married

Time flies.

Liu Yanhan has been recuperating for He Qingqing at He Yuanwai's residence, and her body has gradually recovered.

One morning, He Qingqing saw Steward Li busy, and asked, "Butler Li, what are you busy with this morning?"

Butler Li replied: "Isn't it the winter solstice today, we have to prepare a family dinner to celebrate."

After mentioning this, He Qingqing suddenly realized that the days passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was already the winter solstice.

"What's for lunch today?"

Butler Li replied while he was busy with his work: "As the saying goes, the winter solstice dumplings are the noodles of the summer solstice, the rules left by the ancestors, of course today is to eat dumplings."

"Oh..." He Qingqing echoed, and then asked again: "By the way, where is Miss Liu? I can't see her in the house during the day recently."

"Oh! Ms. Liu said that this trip is to practice medical skills, and she dare not delay the free consultation. Recently, I see that you are fine, Miss. She will go back to the Eastern Suburb City God Temple for free consultation during the day." Li Butler replied.

"That's it..." He Qingqing seemed a little lost, after a moment of pondering, he quickly asked again: "By the way, Steward Li, do you know what people in Sichuan and Sichuan usually eat during the winter solstice?"

Butler Li thought about it carefully, and said: "The diet of the people in Sichuan and Sichuan is very different from that of the northerners. I vaguely remember that they eat something called glutinous rice balls, which seem to be made of glutinous rice flour. It's sweet, something northerners are not used to."

"Butler Li, can you make glutinous rice balls?"

Butler Li didn't know why his lady suddenly asked these things, and said in surprise, "What?"

He Qingqing didn't explain much, but kept asking: "Are you old enough?"

Butler Li was helplessly harassed, so he simply put down his work.

He replied: "It can be done, but miss, why are you asking this?"

"Today's winter solstice, Miss Liu, a native of Sichuan and Shu, left her hometown and stayed here. She should miss the food in her hometown! So I want to cook a bowl of glutinous rice balls for her."

Unexpectedly, He Qingqing would say that, butler Li laughed and joked: "Oh, miss, she has grown up and knows how to care about people, which is very rare."

"It's not a gentleman to know gratitude and not repay it. Miss Liu stayed at the house these days and took the trouble to diagnose and treat me. It's justified to do so."

Butler Li waved his hand and said to He Qingqing: "It's easy to say, then the lady will come to the kitchen with me! I will teach and organize."

He Qingqing happily went.

Some people are born to cook delicious food, while others seem to have offended the Stove Lord in their previous life, and their horoscope is not compatible with the back chef. Obviously He Qingqing belongs to the latter.

Under the guidance of Butler Li, He Qingqing went through many twists and turns.

On the premise that the kitchen was almost burned down, finally at noon, a pot of round, plump and hot glutinous rice balls was taken out of the pot.

Put it in a porcelain cup to keep warm, and He Qingqing will send it to Liu Yanhan in person.

"Daughter, don't be so busy, just let Butler Li send it for you."

Mrs. He prevented her from going out.

"Mother, it's fine. I'm already in much better health. I'd better go there myself. Besides, the Eastern Suburb City God's Temple is not too far away, so it's fine."

Mrs. He couldn't resist He Qingqing's decision, but she was not at ease, so she sent Steward Li to escort her there in a carriage.

Soon, the two came to the Temple of the City God.

He Qingqing got out of the carriage with Steward Li, and saw a long queue lined up at the gate of the temple, men, women, old and young, people of all kinds.

She asked Steward Li, "Why are there so many people gathered at the gate of this temple?"

"Hey...these people are all here for Miss Liu's free clinic. Think about it, with such a superb medical doctor attending the consultation, and it doesn't cost money, who would let such a good opportunity for medical treatment for no reason, whether they are sick or not. I can’t wait for the doctor to give me a pulse, to treat the sick, and to feel at ease when I’m not sick.”

"Then she's busy enough every day." Seeing this, He Qingqing was filled with emotion.

"Hey, isn't it? Sometimes Miss Liu is too busy to take a sip of water."

Hearing this, He Qingqing was a little worried, her face darkened, and she said instead: "Let's go in and have a look."

The two walked into the Temple of the City God, and saw Liu Yanhan sitting in front of the consultation table, dressed in blue and white, surrounded by a group of patients, carefully giving the pulse of an old lady with patches on her sleeves.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old woman covered her mouth and coughed lightly from time to time.

"Doctor, old lady, am I useless this time? How can I feel so uncomfortable these days, cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed again.

After finally taking a breath, she muttered to herself: "If it's too serious, you don't have to show me, doctor. I can't afford those expensive herbs, even an old woman!"

"It's okay, let's do it like this! Anyway, it's an old bone, so I can't drag the family down, cough, cough, cough..."

Thinking that this old woman is a poor person, her remarks made the listeners feel sad.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yanhan just smiled slightly, comforting the old woman and said: "Grandma, don't think about it, you are just infected with common typhoid fever this time, there is no serious problem."

"I'll give you a cheap prescription. It doesn't cost much. You can take it when you go home to ensure that you will be cured of your illness." As he spoke, he picked up his brush and ink, and soon became a prescription.

At the end, he asked intimately: "By the way, mother-in-law, do you know how to read?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

The old woman shook her head, looking at the prescription in black and white in her hand with some embarrassment.

"Well, let me tell you, the recipe is very simple, you remember it in your mind! Don't forget it."

"It's the scallions that are usually used for cooking at home. You pick up the white part of the top of three scallions, add two cloves of crushed garlic, add two bowls of water to boil, and take it while it is hot before going to bed. gone."

"That's all right? Really don't need to go to the pharmacy to spend money to get medicine?"

The old woman was a little surprised that the method was so simple.

"Yes, that's it. It's not complicated. It's easy to remember. I remember this prescription. I usually have a headache and brain fever at home, so I don't have to go to the pharmacy to spend money to get the medicine."

"If you really forgot, just find someone who can read and read this recipe for you, and that's all." Liu Yanhan instructed carefully.

He Qingqing silently watched the scene in front of her. This woman was extremely patient with every patient in front of her, gentle and focused. There was an indescribable softness in her heart, and she smiled unconsciously.

"It's not good, doctor, help..."

"Hurry up, get out of the way..."

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the gate of the temple.

Everyone heard the sound and saw a woman holding a child about three or four years old, surrounded by several people, running over anxiously.

These people squeezed through the crowd queuing at the gate of the temple, pushing and shoving caused some dissatisfaction among the people.

"Hey, what's going on! What a crowd! Didn't you see everyone waiting?"

"Go behind the line."

"Everyone... Neighbors, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, please step aside, I... my child is in critical condition... let's see a doctor first!"

The woman with the child in her arms was pale, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead as she spoke eagerly, trembling a little because she was nervous.

"Look at what you said, who is not in a hurry, are you sick if you don't see it?"

People who don't know the situation, no one is willing to make concessions.

In desperation, the woman with the child in her arms fell limply and sat on the ground, unable to support even the relatives following her.

She began to cry loudly.

"Woooo...my poor child! Help! Woooo..."

People were confused by this battle: "Hey...what's the matter, this is?"

"Nothing really happened!"

The crowd was in chaos, Liu Yanhan walked out straight to investigate the situation, He Qingqing, accompanied by Butler Li, pushed aside the crowd and followed silently.

Seeing the woman sitting on the ground crying bitterly at a glance, she hurried forward to ask.

"Madam, what happened? I'm the doctor here, tell me if you have anything to do!"

The woman was startled and frightened while holding the child, and she collapsed on the ground, crying so hard that she couldn't speak. When the relatives who helped her saw her, they hurriedly explained the situation for her: "Hey, female Bodhisattva, please hurry up." Help..."

"Our child—Shitou, is only three years old, young and ignorant. I don't know where this child found a nail for spikes to play in the main room at noon today. His mother was making lunch in the kitchen. Watch him..."

"Then it was discovered that the child was so suffocated that his face was flushed and he couldn't speak. Then his mother realized that the iron nail was missing. Presumably, the child must have played with it in his mouth and accidentally swallowed it into his throat..."

"She opened the child's mouth and looked in. Sure enough, there was something in the throat. The stud is relatively deep, and it can't be pinched or pulled out."

"His mother panicked after a kiss, and in a hurry, she lifted the child's feet upside down, trying to pour out the iron nail, but the opposite happened. The child sprayed blood from the mouth and nose instead, and cried out in pain. The situation was very appalling. .”

"We have taken the child to three clinics one after another, but the doctors there are helpless. They are afraid that the mortician will smash the signboard, so they refuse to admit the child."

"I heard from neighbors in the neighborhood that a miracle doctor came to the Town God's Temple in the eastern suburbs recently, so we rushed to bring the child to seek treatment, and asked the female Bodhisattva to save the child no matter what. is you……"

As he said that, the woman's relatives repeatedly bowed to Liu Yanhan for help.

Hearing the blood from the child's mouth and nose, Liu Yanhan concluded that it was caused by the iron nail piercing the throat, and then he was able to cry loudly, which meant that the nail had fallen into the stomach, otherwise the throat would be blocked and he would not be able to cry.

But no matter what the situation was, there was no room for delay, so he pushed aside the crowd and went to see the child in the woman's arms.

"Mother Shitou, don't worry, wait for me to check on the child's condition."

The woman was so frightened that she just nodded and cooperated blankly while crying.

I saw the child in her arms was depressed, his face was pale, his face was stained with tears, and there was still a faint trace of dark red blood between his mouth and nose.

Liu Yanhan first raised his hand to check the child's pulse.

Before further investigation, suddenly the child's eyes were wide open, his breathing was rapid, his throat seemed to be choking, and he couldn't let it go, and the sound of "Wurrrrr..." came out from his mouth and nasal cavity.

"No, madam, give me the child."

It was expected that the child would vomit blood again. If he was hugged in his arms, he might be choked into the lung cavity, and he might die.

Liu Yanhan didn't care too much, took the child out of the woman's arms, hugged it sideways, and took out a white handkerchief from her arms to help cover the corners of her mouth.

"Wow……"

Sure enough, a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of the child's mouth and nose, only dyeing the pure white veil in Liu Yanhan's hand red.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The child was obviously frightened by his strange appearance, and began to cry heartbreakingly after vomiting blood.

"Oh! Little Shitou, don't be afraid, stop crying..."

Liu Yanhan patiently and gently wiped the blood from the child's mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and said comfortingly: "Your throat is punctured, you can't cry so hard if you are injured, the more you cry, the more congested you will be, and you will bleed, listen to the doctor." If you don’t, you’ll be fine in a while, you know?”

Suddenly seeing blood, the relatives of the child became more and more panicked: "Oh, what to do! He vomited blood. Stone! You must hold on!"

Mother Shitou was so frightened that she couldn't even cry.

The crowd onlookers were also frightened by this appalling scene, and let out bursts of exclamation.

"Ouch, I saw blood, what should I do?"

"It won't kill anyone!"

"The child is too young, it's so pitiful."

He Qingqing, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, had never seen such a scene before, her heart was in her throat.

She anxiously pulled Steward Li and asked: "It's too scary, the child is bleeding, what should we do? Let's find a way to help Miss Liu!"

Speaking of which, we must stand up and help.