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

After Lin Mingxuan finished taking the pulse, he was about to say something when Ding Xirui coughed lightly. He understood what was going on, bowed to the woman, and gave up his seat to let Ding Xirui take her pulse.

Ding Xirui placed her hand on the woman's wrist and calmed down to feel her pulse. The woman's pulse was weak and thin, which should be due to blood deficiency. After a while, she took her hand away and put away the silk handkerchief and pulse pillow.

"Madam, the reason why you feel dizzy and tired, and your skin is especially dry in autumn and winter, is because of blood deficiency." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Is this... serious?" The woman's face looked a little panicked, and the little girl next to her quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

"Madam, you don't have to worry too much. Take some medicine and pay more attention to your diet, and you will definitely recover soon." Ding Xirui said.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor, please prescribe the medicine quickly." The little girl said, motioning to the servant at the door to bring pen and ink.

Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, Astragalus membranaceus, longan meat, Ziziphus jujuba seed, ginseng, costusroot, licorice, and Angelica sinensis... Lin Mingxuan prescribed Guipi Decoction.

"Prescribe the medicine according to the prescription and take it on time. You can eat some pork liver every three to five days, and put some red dates and longan when stewing the soup. Pay attention to rest and avoid overwork." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Thank you, doctor." The woman nodded.

"Doctor, the lady's leg..." The little girl looked at Ding Xirui and then at Lin Mingxuan.

Lin Mingxuan smiled slightly, bowed, walked out of the house and came to the stone table in the yard.

"Xiaoxia, why are you..." the woman scolded.

"Madam, I would like to ask Doctor Ding to check your legs. Doctor Lin is here, so it's not convenient."

"You girl, you are really..." The woman turned to Ding Xirui, feeling embarrassed.

"Madam, I heard that your leg was injured?" Ding Xirui asked.

"I don't know what happened. I was unconscious at night and didn't know what happened. When I woke up the next day, I felt a dull pain in my calf. I pulled up my pants and saw several bloody cuts."

"The skin needs nourishment. Your Qi and blood are insufficient, so your skin is prone to dryness. Adding the brazier in the house, it becomes even drier, which aggravates the condition."

"It's all my fault..." the little girl muttered softly and lowered her head.

"It's okay, I didn't scold you." The woman patted her arm.

"Madam, you should drink more water on a daily basis. When you take a bath, you don't need to use bath beans frequently, just use plain water. Now that the weather is cool, you don't need to wash every day. After washing, wipe it dry with cotton cloth and apply a layer of hand cream. Puji hand cream will do."

"Puji hand ointment?"

"Yes. When you go to get medicine later, you can get a prescription from the clinic. The ingredients are simple and it is easy to make."

"Okay." A smile appeared on the woman's face, and there was some excitement in the little girl's eyes.

If she were in that world, Ding Xirui would suggest that she apply a layer of olive oil on her legs, then wrap them with plastic wrap and leave them there for an hour. However, the Puji hand ointment made with Trichosanthes kirilowii also has a moisturizing effect, so it can be used as a substitute. Taking Guipi Decoction internally to nourish the blood deficiency, and applying the ointment externally, the condition should improve quickly.

"By the way, the injury on your leg hasn't healed yet, so try not to touch water." Ding Xirui continued to instruct.

"Yes, thank you doctor."

Ding Lin and the other said goodbye and walked out of the courtyard. The sun had already set.

"If dry skin is caused by dry lungs, how to treat it?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

"Take decoctions that nourish yin and clear the lungs, such as Qingfei Yihuo Decoction and Shashen Maidong Decoction. If it is caused by kidney yin deficiency, you can take Liuwei Dihuang Decoction for conditioning. In short, solve the root problem first."

Lin Mingxuan smiled and said, "They all learned how to answer quickly."

"People with blood deficiency have weak pulses, and what about people with dry lungs?"

"If the yin is deficient and the lungs are dry, the pulse will be thin and rapid. If the lungs are dry and the spleen is damp, the pulse will be floating on the right and astringent on the left."

…The two of them asked and answered each other, and slowly walked back to the clinic.

The wonton stall was set up, and the price sign and wonton types in front of the stall had changed. An Yumo waved at them and shouted:

"Doctor Lin, Xirui, you must be tired from seeing patients. Would you like to try some of my wontons? They are freshly made."

"I want a bowl of soup. Do you want money?"

"Give me a penny at least."

The two of them sat down directly, and An Yumo really only served two bowls of wonton soup.

"Boss An, you're so stingy." Ding Xirui pretended to pout.

"How can you go out to do business without being careful with your budget? It's good enough to have soup to drink." An Yumo rolled his eyes at her.

"Okay, Boss An, that makes sense. Boss An, how much are your wontons selling now?"

"The small wontons are the same as before. The large wontons are 20 cents for vegetarian fillings and 30 cents for meat fillings. Just order the large wontons and you'll get a handful of noodles for free. If you want vegetables, they're 2 cents a plate."

"Oh, that's good." Ding Xirui clapped his hands.

There were no guests yet, so An Yumo sat down at the small table. After only one day, she looked a little haggard.

"Can you still handle it?" Ding Xirui patted her shoulder.

"I can handle it. I'm just not used to it for the time being." An Yumo smiled. "Look at other vendors. Who is like me? I have three people in one small stall. Others only have one person, but they can still handle it."

“This is just the beginning.”

"That's what I mean. Once I get used to it, I'll slowly reduce the number of people. At least, I won't let Little Tiger or Little Leopard come over."

"Yeah." Ding Xirui nodded. It's not easy to be independent. She looked at Lin Mingxuan beside her and thought about the day when she might become an apprentice. Now she can't even take a pulse by herself and has never given acupuncture. It's still a long way to go.

"Boss, small wontons with meat filling, in a big bowl." A man wiped the sweat off his face and sat down.

"Okay, wait a moment."

An Yumo stood up, wiped his hands, and started to work. Ding Lin and the others finished their wonton soup, washed the dishes, and said goodbye silently.

At the end of the day, when they got home in the evening, Lin Mingxuan and Chenpi went into the kitchen to cook, while Ding Xirui and Banxia fetched water to wash clothes.

With his hands immersed in the water, Ding Xirui felt a little cold.

"It would be nice to have gloves," she murmured.

"Young Madam, what are you talking about? What gloves?" Banxia heard her words.

"Yes, we have to wash clothes more or less every day. The well water at home is fine, but those who run far to the river to fetch water are working hard. Their hands are all frostbitten. If there is a layer of condom to cover the hands, so that they don't get wet, how good it would be?"

"Young Madam, you are dreaming. How can you wash clothes without getting your hands wet?" Banxia shook her head and continued to rub the clothes.

"It would be nice if there was something that could wash clothes automatically."

"How is that possible? What are you thinking about, my lady?" Banxia covered her mouth and laughed.

Ding Xirui ignored her and turned her attention to the horse in the stable. This horse only ran once or twice a month, and it was a waste to eat grass when it was idle. She narrowed her eyes and an idea was quietly born.

In that world, don't we have drum washing machines? When the drum rotates, the clothes collide with the drum, just like a mallet falling on the clothes, knocking the dirt off.

Make a barrel and let the horse run in circles, maybe it will work.

After dinner in the evening, Ding Xirui took out paper and charcoal pencils and began to draw the pattern of a horse-drawn drum washing machine.

In terms of form, just like a donkey pulling a mill, the roller needs to move on a fixed track, and the horse needs to walk around a fixed circle.