Chapter 46

Song QingHan nodded and sent her father to the gate of the hospital. She said in a low voice: "I can't get away from my body. I have to trouble you. This is the money for the doctor. You must follow it. If Dr. Luo is here, you may as well mention the name of Da Hu and I. maybe we can invite him here."

Xiao Qing's female father felt a heavy hand. Seeing that song QingHan had given him nearly 50 Liang silver in his purse, she was shocked and wanted to refuse, but she hesitated when she heard the name of doctor Luo.

If you invite Dr. Luo, you probably need this price...

after sending Xiaoqing's female father away, song QingHan closes the gate of the courtyard and starts to cook medicine over a low fire.

Wu Dahu's condition seems to be getting worse and worse. The sweat on his forehead has soaked his hair and his eyebrows are wrinkled tightly. He looks very uncomfortable.

Song QingHan beat a basin of cold water, wet it with a handkerchief, put it on Wu Dahu's forehead, and then take another handkerchief to help him wipe his body.

After wiping it for a while, he went to the kitchen to check on the medicine, lit the fire from time to time, and then went back to the bed to help Wu Dahu change his handkerchief.

After several cycles, the medicine was finally cooked.

Song QingHan tasted the taste of the medicine and couldn't help frowning.

Fortunately, there seems to be a saying in traditional Chinese medicine that "the harder the medicine is, the more effective it will be". So when the medicine became warm and warm, he wanted to make it the same way and pour it into Wu Dahu's throat.

But this time, the potion method of Bailing doesn't work.

Song QingHan saw Wu Dahu as if he was conscious. He would not open his mouth even if he pinched it. He took a sip of medicine juice and bowed his head over his lips.

At the beginning, it was not smooth. A lot of medicine juice flowed down the corners of their mouths. When song QingHan finally broke open Wu Dahu's teeth, he found that there was no medicine left in his mouth.

He wiped his mouth with his hand. His eyes were sharp as an eagle. He took a big sip of the medicine juice again, lowered his head, and according to the trick he had just found, he poured the medicine juice into Wu Dahu's throat.

After going back and forth for more than ten times, he finally poured the whole bowl of medicine into Wu Dahu's stomach before the medicine became cool.

Song QingHan washed the bowl and put it back into the kitchen. After nearly ten mouthwashes, he finally got rid of the bitterness in his mouth.

Who will tell him why other people's medicine is full of charming, but he has only one cavity of bitterness?!

Fortunately, Kung Fu pays off. After drinking this bowl of medicine, Wu Dahu's temperature gradually subsides and his face gradually calms.

Song QingHan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tiredness swept over him. He simply climbed into the bed and carefully curled up on the inside of the bed, folding his hands with Wu Dahu's, so that he could easily detect his abnormality.

Also do not know about when, song QingHan vaguely felt that he had caught a piece of hot potato, and quickly threw it away.

But that piece of hot potato seems to have spirituality in general, turned a corner in the air and hit his hand again.

"Ah

Song QingHan suddenly woke up, turned his head to look at Wu Dahu, reached out to touch his forehead, and was almost scalded by the amazing temperature.

His heart constricted. He got out of bed as fast as he could, and brought cold water. After wiping Wu Dahu's body once again, he wiped it again with Gao Gao Jiu.

Although this makes Wu Dahu's temperature drop a little bit, it is still surprisingly high.

If you continue to burn at such a temperature, I'm afraid that Wu Dahu will be burned silly before dawn...

Song QingHan's heart is full of bitterness, and he tries to hold back tears and mechanically repeats the action of soaking handkerchief and changing handkerchief.

"Are you stupid? Even if you don't want your own house and don't have money with you, what do you do in the mountains and forests? Do you really think you are a savage? "

"If you're really angry with me, just throw me out, or when I'm finished giving birth to a child, will it not be a relief to see me down and down?"

"I tell you, you can't just let go and leave me with this annoying little thing in my stomach!"

"Even if you get to hell, I'll take you back!"

"..."

Song QingHan repeatedly counted Wu Dahu's faults. As he said this, his tears burst into his eyes, like a dam that could not be closed.

This meeting was supposed to be his sleep time. However, his spirit and body were under the condition of overload. If it was not for the last belief that supported song QingHan, he would have fainted.

Looking at Wu Dahu's expressionless face, he regretted: "I should have stopped you. In fact, I'm not doing it. I like you very much. I don't want to show too much. I know that I'm wrong. You should get better soon. When you're good, I'll lock you up so that you can't go anywhere. We'll live a good life together...

" I don't know if it's his illusion. I always feel that Wu Dahu's eyelids move after hearing his words, but when he looks at him, he has no reaction.Song QingHan has been busy until the sun rises, light instead of darkness, finally controlling Wu Dahu's temperature.

Once he stopped, his body lost his inertia. He was like a puppet who lost his master's string. He fell on the bed with his head tilted and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, accompanied by the cry of Xiaoqing's female father: "big tiger husband, doctor Luo is here, open the door!"

Song QingHan an exciting, sleepy moment disappeared, quickly turned out of bed, will open the gate.

Dr. Luo was stunned when he saw him. He said in surprise, "how did you get this look?"

See doctor Luo stretched out his hand to help his pulse, song QingHan directly grabbed his wrist and took him to the house.

"Doctor Luo, I don't care. Can you help me to see how the tiger is now?"

Doctor Luo wanted to teach him a lesson, but when he saw Wu Dahu, he threw the words to his mouth nine days away.

He still knows the priorities.

Dr. Luo sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Wu Dahu's wounds, turning his eyelids, and finally putting his hand on his wrist to pulse.

Song QingHan even forgot to breathe. He nervously looked at the expression on Dr. Luo's face. After waiting for about half a column of incense, he finally couldn't help asking, "how about doctor Luo?"

Dr. Luo slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "the situation is stable, but he has too many wounds on his body, so we can't take it lightly. As long as we don't have a fever for three days, we'll be fine."

Song QingHan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally put down the burden on his shoulders.

Although Dr. Luo is clear about what he said, he will be in a state of panic without another person to tell him.

Dr. Luo looked at Wu Dahu's wound again and said to song QingHan, "you are a meritorious official if he can survive! This technique seems to be more skillful than I am, but the ointment is a little crude. You can change the medicine I brought when you change his dressing today

Song QingHan nodded and took the ointment the size of his fist from his hand. Seeing that he seemed to be ready to leave, he was shocked and said, "doctor Luo, is there nothing else? Such as the medicine you drink

Dr. Luo was stunned and asked, "medicine? Don't you own the medicine? Just use the medicine you have now

Seeing that he was still puzzled, Dr. Luo pointed to the bed sheet under Wu Dahu's body, where there were traces of injury caused by careless medication.

Song QingHan suddenly realized and recalled the large package of medicinal materials brought by Xiao Qing's female father. Seeing that she could drink it for many days, he said, "OK, I'll open it when I can't drink enough."

Dr. Luo said in surprise, "so you didn't make this medicine? Your school didn't teach you how to make medicine. Did you just hand it over to you? "

Hearing him say "school" or something, song QingHan knew that it was a misunderstanding made when he sold Siraitia grosvenorii. But now there are outsiders, so it's not easy to explain. He touched his head awkwardly and said vaguely: "yes, yes..."

Dr. Luo looked at him meaningfully and said slowly, "I don't know which master is eccentric. If you have a chance, you must have a meeting with him. ”

Song QingHan was afraid that he would not be able to make it again, so he quickly sent him out and handed over his purse respectfully.

Dr. Luo's face was straightened up, and he sternly refused: "the doctor's fee has been given by the person who invited me at that time. Besides, I haven't helped much, but it's just a bottle of worthless ointment. You can use it. If there are other situations, send someone to me as soon as possible!"

With that, he patted song QingHan on the shoulder to show encouragement, and then quickly sat on the carriage and left.

When song QingHan turns around with emotion, she sees Xiaoqing's female father pushing Xiaoqing's father to come.

Xiao Qing's female father took out the purse song QingHan gave him and put it into song QingHan's hand. She explained: "the home visit fee of the rejuvenation hall only needs ten Liang silver. This is the rest of the money. Take it, tiger husband."

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, see Xiaoqing's father looked at his purse, where do not know his idea.

He thought for a moment and said to them, "you two, wait a moment. I'll go in and get something."

After he left, Xiaoqing's father immediately changed his face and looked at Xiaoqing's female father angrily and said, "that's forty Liang silver! Isn't it yours if they give it to you? What else! If I had known this, I would not have helped you to make this trip. Isn't it for nothing? "

Although Xiao Qing's female father was scolded, she did not dare to raise her head, but she still firmly said: "the money is not ours, it's just to help run errands. Where is it worth forty Liang silver? What's more, we haven't paid them back for helping me with my illness before. "

This is the truth, but if you can't listen to it, it depends on people.

Xiao Qing's father held his arms in his arms and said impatiently, "didn't we send eggs and beans before? That's not enough to repay them? One thing is one thing. Don't talk about repaying gratitude all day long. Besides, if you can find a doctor for your little wound, I'm afraid that a meal will be solved, and I've been struggling for so long, and all the family affairs will be on me! "