After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Early the next morning, Ding Xirui got up and washed. When he pushed the door open, he saw Nanxing and Banxia wandering around the persimmon tree beside the courtyard wall.

"That red one over there should have softened."

"There are two more here that look like they might work."

"Then quickly climb the tree and pick it."

"How can you climb a tree like this? Just move a chair." Nan Xing curled her lips in disdain, turned around and saw Ding Xirui.

"Young Madam, let's pick persimmons." Nanxing said, walking to the main room and moving a small stool.

"Be careful."

"Ah."

When Ding Xirui finished washing up, there were already four or five persimmons in the small bowl in Banxia's hand.

"Madam, these are ripe and soft."

"Okay, take it to the kitchen first. When you come back in the afternoon, we'll take it to the backyard to make persimmon cakes." Ding Xirui wiped his face.

As they were talking, the door of the study opened. Lin Mingxuan walked out, his eyes blank and his face a little swollen.

"Master, are you okay?" Nanxing ran over.

"It's okay." Lin Mingxuan rubbed his temples and walked to the bathroom.

The sun was shining in the yard, and it was another sunny day. Aunt Zhang brought breakfast, and several people sat down one after another.

"You feel uncomfortable." Ding Xirui held back her laughter and served Lin Mingxuan a bowl of vegetable and egg soup, adding some vinegar. This was what she had told him to do in the backyard last night. A drunk person would feel uncomfortable when getting up early, and drinking some refreshing soup would whet their appetite.

Lin Mingxuan lowered his head slightly and drank the soup silently. After finishing a bowl, he felt his stomach felt much better.

"You guys eat too." He put the bowl on the table, took a piece of bread and put some vegetables in it.

Nanxing and Banxia looked at each other and smiled without saying anything.

After finishing their meal, they went to the clinic. They hadn't been back for many days, but the clinic was still operating as usual. There was a wooden sign at the door with pictures of medicinal foods for moisturizing autumn. People passing by would always take a look at it.

"Second Young Master, Young Madam." Mingshi, Mingyong and several other disciples came forward to greet them.

"Long time no see." Ding Xirui said with a smile.

The sweet aroma from the pastry shop spread far away, almost covering the smell of medicine in the clinic. The streets were constantly crowded with carriages, all rushing home to celebrate the festival. Before Mr. Lin and Lin Mingyuan arrived, Ding Xirui picked up a dry rag and wiped the counter. An old woman with a hunched back and a young man in brown clothes came to the door.

The old woman coughed from time to time and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and the man patted her back gently.

"Please take a seat." Lin Mingxuan stepped forward to greet him.

The man helped the woman sit down and said:

"Doctor, my mother has been coughing since the beginning of autumn, and her cough has become more severe in the past two days."

"Is it the same in previous years?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

"Yes, it happens every year, but it seems to be more severe this year."

"This is an old problem of mine..." The woman took away her handkerchief slightly, spoke, and coughed softly again.

Ding Xirui walked quickly to the backyard, fetched a kettle of hot water, washed a teacup, brought it to the front hall, and poured half a cup.

"Have a drink of water." Ding Xirui put the cup next to the woman.

"Will it be fine in spring?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

"Yes, it seems to be fine when the weather warms up," the man replied.

"Auntie, do you cough more during the day or at night?"

"More during the day."

"Is there a lot of phlegm?"

The woman shook her head.

“Do you sweat easily on a daily basis?”

"Yes." The woman coughed again.

“Is it easy to catch a cold when the seasons change?”

"Yes, that's right. Something almost happened last winter..." The man nodded.

"Auntie, let me take your pulse. Please stretch out your hand." Lin Mingxuan said as he took the pulse on the pillow.

The man placed the woman's right hand on it.

Lin Mingxuan put a few fingers on it, and after a while, he took out a clean tongue depressor from the medicine box and checked the woman's tongue coating and throat. Ding Xirui saw that the woman's tongue was slightly pale and the tongue coating was thin and white.

"Auntie, you have weak lung qi. You can't take it lightly and you need to take good care of yourself. It rained a few days ago and you still have some colds, so your cough is even worse." Lin Mingxuan said.

Ding Xirui judged that the woman should have a disease like chronic bronchitis. In that world, she had a friend who often coughed and suffered a lot. However, she came here before she had time to do any homework...

"I'll prescribe a prescription for you. Take it first." After Lin Mingxuan said that, he picked up the paper and pen beside him.

"Ginseng, Cimicifuga, Astragalus, Chinese yam, licorice..."

It is indeed a tonic medicine. Licorice is helpful to relieve the sore throat at this moment. Akashi came over, took the prescription and went to get the medicine.

"Now is the time to eat pears. You can buy some white fungus, stew it with pears, and eat it often. When summer comes, eat more lily and lotus seed porridge to nourish your body slowly." Lin Mingxuan continued.

"Okay, thank you, doctor." The old woman stood up, her back still hunched. The man walked aside, took the packaged medicine, and paid.

"You should keep warm, drink more hot water, take more walks when you have nothing to do, and be stronger, so that you can recover faster." Ding Xirui said.

The old woman looked at her, paused, and nodded in thanks.

After seeing the two out, Ding Xirui took the tea bowl to the backyard, put it in a special pot to wash it, and came to the front hall. Master Lin and Lin Mingyuan had already arrived. After a few people greeted each other, Ding Xirui returned to his seat.

"What is the general pulse condition of lung qi deficiency?" Lin Mingxuan asked, putting on his airs as a gentleman.

Ding Xirui touched his ear and said, "The pulse is stringy and thin or slow and thin, because of Qi deficiency."

"Yeah." Lin Mingxuan nodded.

"I really wanted to take your pulse just now, why didn't you give me a chance?" Ding Xirui sat down opposite him.

Lin Mingxuan smiled and said, "I forgot."

"It must be because of the alcohol I drank yesterday..." Ding Xirui muttered.

"Ahem..." Lin Mingxuan looked a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I won't say anything more." Ding Xirui lowered his voice and poured him a cup of tea.

You have to control yourself, hold back, and not let yourself become a nagging person who will not let go of a mistake made by others! Ding Xirui reminded himself silently in his heart.

At noon, Mr. Lin was invited to go out for a consultation, and Mingyong followed him. Not long after, a young man ran in in a hurry, "Doctor, come quickly, someone was scalded by hot oil!"

Ding Xirui knew him; he was a waiter at the nearby Su's Restaurant.

"Who was burned? Where?" Lin Mingyuan stood up suddenly.

"I'm Xiao Fuzi, the kitchen helper in my restaurant." He said, breathing heavily.

"Fang Hai, Ming Shi, take the medicine box and follow me!"

"Yes."

Lin Mingyuan's attendant Fang Hai quickly took the things, and the three of them followed the waiter and walked out the door quickly.

Ding Xirui looked around, took a few steps towards the door, and felt very anxious.