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"Yes." Jiang Ying said to Ye Fanxing in a low voice.

Jiang Ying didn't like gossiping about other people's affairs. In Daliushan Village, because of his status as the husband of the head of the village, he didn't have anyone he could confide in, and he seldom talked about trivial matters with others.

The reason why he told Ye Fanxing about this was to give him a reminder.

"Although Ye Lao San asked Ye Wencai to borrow the ox cart, he was actually reluctant to send Xu Laonian to the clinic at first. Not only would it cost a lot of money to go to the clinic, but he would definitely be robbed by the Xu family."

"If Ye Wencai hadn't come to my house to borrow a cow and made this matter known to everyone, I'm afraid that Xu Laonian might not have survived last night."

The indifference and selfishness of the Ye family is astonishing.

When Ye Fanxing saw the mule cart, he checked it carefully and found no damage. He gave the IOU for thirty taels to Jiang Ying and asked him to give it to the head of the village, who would then pass it on to Ye Wencai.

The two chatted for a few more sentences, and then Ye Fanxing drove the mule cart out of the yard and jumped onto the frame. The mule started to trot without him calling it, pulling him home.

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They arrived early, and the gate of Baohetang was not open yet. Ye Fanxing drove a mule cart and took Song Haoming and Xiaonan to a market specializing in selling poultry.

He wanted to raise some chickens and ducks in the yard so that his eggs could hatch freely. He couldn't always exchange them for food, right?

In addition to laying eggs, he also wanted to eat the chickens and ducks... He wanted to eat spicy chicken, winter melon and roast duck...

Nan'er looked at the fluffy yellow chicks and ducklings with shining eyes. She happily pulled Ye Fanxing's arm and shook it: "Little Daddy, Nan'er likes it."

Ye Fanxing liked them very much too. He found a small basket he had brought this morning on the mule cart, thought about it, and finally bought 5 chicks and ducklings from the boss.

Although he likes to eat chicken and duck, and he also likes furry pups, he doesn't like them pooping everywhere...

When he thought about his yard which was full of chicken and duck shit... he felt a little regretful. What should he do?

He thought about it and decided to fence off a place for them in the yard, but the limit was five of each kind.

Ye Fanxing looked up at the sun and estimated that it was already 9 o'clock, so he drove the mule cart to Baohe Hall.

He first stopped the mule cart at the back street of the clinic, then carried Song Haoming on his back, with Xiao Naner following behind him, and walked into the gate of Baohetang.

The layout of the clinic is divided into two parts: the front and back halls. The front hall is a medicine shop and there are also doctors sitting in the hall who can treat simple illnesses.

The back hall is where patients are treated, mainly critically ill patients and those with complicated diseases, and there are also some special clinics for women.

As soon as Ye Fanxing came in carrying Song Haoming, the clever apprentice Zhang Xiaofan hurried forward and led the family of three to the clinic in the back.

The clinic is a room divided into two rooms, so it is not very large. There is only a long table and two chairs inside.

An old man with a ruddy complexion was sitting behind a long table with his eyes closed. Hearing the noise, Ren Zhengyang opened his eyes and saw that it was Ye Fanxing. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Ye Fanxing had learned from Mr. Zhang before that the doctor who would treat Song Haoming's leg today was Doctor Ren Zhengyang, who specialized in bone injuries and bone setting. She was still somewhat nervous, but felt relieved when she saw his head full of silver hair.

In this era, there were no auxiliary facilities and everything depended on the feel of the hands. This was also the unique skill of our ancestors. Although there are many Chinese medicine practitioners who can set bones in modern times, many techniques have been passed down from generation to generation, and often the techniques have changed as they were passed down.

The family of three first nodded to Ren Zhengyang, and then Ye Fanxing put Song Haoming on the chair opposite Ren Zhengyang.

Ren Zhengyang said: "Stretch out your hand first, I will take your pulse."

It took six or seven minutes just to take the pulse of both hands. After that, he began to ask questions. Song Haoming briefly talked about his leg condition.

After hearing this, Ren Zhengyang nodded, asked Ye Fanxing to carry Song Haoming to the examination bed again, and began to examine him.

After a while, Ren Zhengyang slowly said, "His bones have been twisted and his meridians have been damaged. The only treatment is to reconnect the broken bones. After the treatment, there is a 70% chance that this young man will be able to walk again. However, he will still have some problems with his legs."

"It's just that this healing process is not something that ordinary people can endure."

Ye Fanxing also knew that there were anesthetics in modern times, and there should have been Ma Fei San in ancient times. Although he didn't know how effective the medicine was, it was better than enduring the pain by forcing himself.

Could it be that Ren Zhengyang is too old and has forgotten such an important thing left by his ancestors?

So he reminded: "Can't you just take a dose of Ma Fei San?"

"My dear, if I had it, I would like to use this Ma Fei San to relieve the pain of the patients. But, do you know that the formula of this Ma Fei San has been lost?"

Ye Fanxing had a desire to kill himself, how come he didn't even have this?

In front of Song Haoming, he once again made a big mistake. He could only explain with an awkward smile: "That... I also heard it from a storyteller. As for the formula, I don't know."

Ren Zhengyang didn't believe Ye Fanxing's words at all. He had already known about this young man's ability from the old man Zhang Renjing. Since he could mention Ma Fei San, he must have the recipe.

His eyes fell on Song Haoming's legs, and he said calmly: "If I have this Ma Fei Powder, I am 90% sure that I can cure it."

"Brother Xing..." Song Haoming knew that Ye Fanxing had many secrets that he didn't want others to know. He didn't want to tell him at this time, and he didn't blame him.

If this recipe were to be revealed, it might bring disaster to his family.

After all, this kind of thing is most suitable for soldiers on the border.

When Ye Fanxing heard that it was 90%, he gritted his teeth and said, "One pound of Datura flower, one qian of Nantianxing, four qian each of raw aconite, fragrant white angelica, Chinese angelica, and Chuanxiong. Boil them for two hours. Take one bowl before treatment."

"As for how effective the drug is, I'm not sure."

"Really are?"

The ancestors of the Ren family once speculated that Ma Fei San contained raw Aconitum and Datura flower, and they tried the ratio many times, but all ended in failure.

Among the prescriptions Ye Fanxing mentioned, except for the southern star star, the other medicinal ingredients are easy to obtain.

"Yes, this is Ma Fei San."

Ren Zhengyang rushed to prepare the medicine and boil the so-called "Ma Fei San" as if he had got some treasure. Ye Fanxing and Song Haoming were left in the room staring at each other, and of course there was Nan'er who looked curious.

Song Haoming looked at Ye Fanxing, who was sitting on the chair with his head down and silent, as if he had made a huge mistake. He saw that she was waiting for him to scold her, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Xing'er, you don't have to do this for me..."