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

"Do you usually just endure it when you're in pain?"

"Well, at the beginning, if my mother was free, she would make some ginger soup for me... When she was not free, I just endured it." The girl said, covering her belly, and whispered: "My mother said that after we get married and give birth to a child, the dirt in my stomach will be taken out, and I won't have pain during my period in the future. Doctor, is that true?"

"This..." Ding Xirui didn't know how to explain it to her. Changes in the cervical opening after childbirth, decreased sensitivity of uterine smooth muscle, or the uterus growing larger again may all relieve dysmenorrhea symptoms. How should he explain it to her? Ding Xirui frowned slightly.

Lin Mingxuan on the other side seemed calm. "When a woman is pregnant, her body will undergo many changes. For example, her belly will grow larger and then shrink. When giving birth, the baby squeezes the belly and birth canal, which will affect menstruation. However, this is not always the case. Maybe some women's menstrual pain will improve after giving birth, but some women won't. After all, menstruation is related to the overall physical condition."

"That means..." The girl's face showed more sadness.

"That is to say, if you are ill, you must seek treatment and cannot wait." Ding Xirui held her hand. "Having a child is very dangerous. You cannot wait to have a child to treat the disease. Besides, you are still young. You still have several years before getting married and having children. You cannot just endure and delay it like this."

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

"How many girls of your age are there in the village? Do they have stomach pain during their menstrual period?" Ding Xirui asked.

"There were five of us who played together when we were little. Four of them were like me, and only one was fine."

"Okay, can you call them all over when you go back today?"

"can."

"Thank you, little sister." Ding Xirui smiled slightly and took her to the yard to wait for the medicine.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my daughter?" the girl's mother came over and asked.

"She is thin, and her body is invaded by cold and dampness. She has insufficient qi and blood. She needs quick treatment and recuperation, otherwise..." Ding Xirui's expression was serious.

"What will happen otherwise?" the woman became nervous.

Ding Xirui pulled her aside and whispered, "Otherwise, it may affect future fertility."

"Ah? Then we need to treat it quickly, doctor. What medicine should I take?"

"Now we can only take solid medicine to restore yang. We don't have enough herbs."

"How can it be not enough? What is missing? I'll ask her father to go to the city to buy some."

Ding Xirui felt relieved, but also helpless. As expected, she had to exaggerate the situation. As a mother, even if she didn't love her daughter, she had to consider the future. If she couldn't give birth to her daughter, she would definitely be divorced by her husband's family. If she returned to her parents' home, she would definitely be criticized. She couldn't take that risk.

In this way, she would be willing to pay for her daughter's treatment. However, this would tie her daughter tightly to childbearing, as if the purpose of getting married in the future was to have children to carry on the family line for her husband's family. Alas!

"Sister-in-law, we will send someone to the county tomorrow morning to buy whatever herbs are needed, so you don't have to worry."

"Okay." The woman's face relaxed a little. She turned to look at her daughter, and suddenly there was a look of disgust in her eyes.

"What a nuisance," she whispered.

Fortunately, the distance was far enough, and the girl was watching other children playing, and didn't pay attention to her mother's movements and eyes. Ding Xirui turned his eyes away, because her eyes at the moment also showed disgust. As a woman, and her daughter, why didn't she show more love and care?

After seeing the child with more serious symptoms, Lin Mingxuan in the main room was no longer so busy. Ding Xirui called Mrs. Li and took Banxia out to visit the "skinny monkey"'s home.

"Brother Yang, are you home?" Mrs. Li shouted.

There was no sound in the yard, but the door seemed to be open.

"Mrs. Li, is he alone at home?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Yes, he hasn't found a wife yet. He said he would go to Daling Village to ask for marriage when he has some free time." Mrs. Li said as she pushed the gate. Unexpectedly, the gate opened.

"This man is so careless. He should marry a wife to take care of him. I'll go and lock him up. It would be terrible if a stray cat got into the house."

Mrs. Li walked into the courtyard, followed by Ding Xirui and Banxia. When they arrived at the door of the main house, Ding Xirui smelled a fishy smell and couldn't help frowning.

"Ah!" Sister Li, who was walking in front, suddenly screamed and stepped back trembling.

"Ah! Miss, let's go!" Banxia also shouted.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xirui went forward and saw the skinny monkey Dayang lying straight on the ground with a pool of blood beside him.

"Miss, let's go quickly and call someone!" Banxia pulled Ding Xirui and Mrs. Li and ran out.

"No, Banxia, ​​he may not be dead yet. I want to go and check." Ding Xirui broke free from Banxia, ​​quickly walked into the house, and put his finger under the nose of the "skinny monkey".

There seemed to be a faint breath! Ding Xirui put his head close to his chest and felt it carefully.

"It's still beating!" Ding Xirui shouted, "Banxia, ​​go get the young master! Sister Li, please help me find a clean piece of cloth."

"But, Miss...it's dangerous..."

"Banxia, ​​go quickly, saving people is urgent."

"Okay." Banxia turned around hurriedly and ran back as fast as she could.

Ding Xirui looked around the "skinny monkey" and did not see any scars on the front. She turned the "skinny monkey" over with great effort and found that the wound was on the back of the head, but it seemed that it had stopped bleeding.

"Doctor Ding, here are some clothes for you." The bachelor's room was too messy, with clothes scattered all over the place. It was hard to tell which one was clean. Mrs. Li picked up a few pieces and smelled them one by one, then picked one that had no smell and brought it over.

"Please help turn him over."

"it is good."

The two of them worked together to turn the skinny monkey's body sideways, and Ding Xirui took the clothes and wrapped them around his head several times.

"Miss!" Banxia came back. However, there was more than just Lin Mingxuan following behind her.

"The person is in the main house!" Banxia continued. There was a burst of hurried footsteps in the courtyard. Ding Xirui looked up and saw that the county magistrate Li Xingjian, Ling Junsheng and Qin Xiaofeng were all there!

"Sir!" Ding Xirui didn't dare to put down the "skinny monkey" and still held up his head with his hands.

"Is the person still alive?" Li Xingjian asked.

"Still alive!"

"Doctor Lin, save him!"

"Yes."

Ding Xirui took a step back and said, "The wound is at the back of the head. The bleeding seems to have stopped. I simply bandaged it."

"Hmm. Any other wounds?"

"Didn't see it."

"it is good."

Lin Mingxuan squatted down and stretched out his hand to feel the pulse of the "skinny monkey". The pulse was weak, like a thread.

"Xiao Qiang, go and prepare the ginseng soup! Go quickly!" He turned his head and said.

"Doctor Lin, we don't have enough ginseng..."

"What?" Lin Mingxuan was shocked. Yes, he remembered that he had checked the medicinal materials last night and found that there was not much ginseng left. He used up some of it when he boiled the medicine this morning and at noon. The remaining amount was probably not enough to make the single ginseng soup.

"We have it. I'll take you to get it." Ling Junsheng said.

"Okay." The two ran away quickly and bumped into an old man at the door. There was no time to help him up, so Xiaoqiang shouted, "Sorry, Uncle Lichang, I'll go make some medicine to save him."

"It's okay, just go!" The headman patted his chest, took a few breaths, and walked into the yard.

Lin Mingxuan opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors, and cut off the hair near the injured part of the "skinny monkey"'s head bit by bit. The blood was sticky, and Lin Mingxuan was afraid of pulling the wound. After cutting a small piece of hair, his forehead was covered with sweat.