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

Early the next morning, a horse-drawn carriage set off from Xiaoshi Village, and everyone from the temporary clinic went to the village entrance to see it off, like the "host" seeing off the "guest".

Li Xingjian had already boarded the carriage. He opened the curtain and waved to Lin Mingxuan: "Doctor Lin, thank you for your hard work in diagnosing me. I will reward you based on your merits when we return to the city."

"Thank you, sir." Everyone bowed and saluted to express their gratitude. The village head knew that the village was about to make a big move to "get rich", and his hands were so excited that he couldn't hold them together. An Yumo stood on tiptoe and looked at Qin Xiaofeng. Somehow, this farewell was more reluctant than the previous ones.

"Skinny Monkey" Ma Yang was left behind and taken care of by the people in the clinic. Li Xingjian also arranged for a yamen runner to guard him. As soon as his eyes recovered, he would go into the city to attend the trial.

The diagnosis and treatment activities are coming to an end. Except for some people who think they are very healthy and a few "stubborn" elements, most people in the village have already seen the doctor. Lin Mingxuan decided to stay for the last two days. On the one hand, he will follow up with the patients with more serious conditions, make soups for each type of patients, and distribute the medicines to the families of those who need to take medicine for a few more days according to the prescriptions. He will also teach the decoction method in detail. On the other hand, he will let the villagers practice Ba Duan Jin and strive to master it. Finally, he will compile a "simple prescription" and leave it in the village.

More and more people came to learn Ba Duan Jin, and the yard was almost full. In order to ensure the teaching effect, Ding Xirui diverted one-third of the people to the alley. They listened to Lin Mingxuan's commands and demonstrated and taught in front, while Banxia was responsible for patrolling and correcting the posture and body shape of the villagers.

The makeshift clinic was bustling with activity. Looking through the crowd, Ding Xirui discovered that Zhang Cong, the mute son of Mr. Zhang, was standing not far away. He was holding a branch in his hand and occasionally scratching on the ground.

Ding Xirui motioned Banxia to go take a look, and Banxia understood and slowly walked over. After a while, she covered her mouth and looked at Ding Xirui with wide eyes.

This set of Eight-Section Brocade was almost finished. Ding Xirui suppressed her curiosity and led the villagers to finish it. When Lin Mingxuan gave the command "end", she bowed and saluted, then quickly ran to Banxia.

Banxia excitedly grabbed her arm and said, "Young Madam, look!" She pointed to the ground.

From left to right, there is a row of lines on the ground. If you look closely, they are not simple lines, but seem to be figures, and those figures have various different movements - it is Ba Duan Jin!

Ding Xirui also opened his eyes wide: "Zhang Cong, you can draw, and your drawings are so vivid!"

Zhang Cong didn't understand what she said. He took a dry pancake in his hand and took a bite from time to time, laughing.

"That's great. You can draw all kinds of Ba Duan Jin on the mud walls in the village, which will make it much easier for villagers to practice... You can draw and earn money to help your father!" Ding Xirui was so excited that he danced with joy, and other villagers were also attracted.

"Wow, this is a great drawing! This is the pose from 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'. I can recognize it at a glance. Zhang Cong, the name is well deserved."

"Yes, I didn't expect that such a talented person would come from Mr. Zhang's family."

……

Everyone kept praising him, and Zhang Cong was surrounded. Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded.

"What are you doing surrounding my son?" Ding Xirui turned around and saw that it was Mr. Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, your son can draw. Look, he draws so well," said Mrs. Li.

"Hmph, what kind of painting are you doing?" Mr. Zhang didn't even look at the things on the ground and pulled his son away.

"You are such a stubborn person. Please at least take a look." An old lady said to him.

Mr. Zhang still didn't look at it, and pulled his son to squeeze outside, but Zhang Cong didn't want to. He pulled back hard and Mr. Zhang could hardly pull him away.

"Uncle Zhang, your son doesn't want to leave, and he hasn't done anything wrong. Why are you insisting on taking him away? You're just asking for trouble," the old lady continued.

Mr. Zhang looked back at his son and suddenly scolded him, "You good-for-nothing. I didn't allow you to come, but you took advantage of the opportunity and ran over here. Do you know where this is? This is not a good place."

It was the same argument again, and Ding Xirui couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. However, it was not her turn to speak, and other villagers came to help.

"How can you talk like that? What do you mean by 'this is not a good place'? Is it the people who are bad, or is it the bad feng shui? Explain clearly!"

"Yeah, don't talk nonsense. If you don't want to be treated, don't blame others!"

"Yes, every doctor is different. The person who lied to you is dead. Don't dislike doctors when you see them!"

……

Old man Zhang looked at Ding Xirui and the others, his chest heaving, "They have only been here for a few days, and you have been bribed by just giving them a few bowls of medicine and soup. Be careful that the soup and medicine are poisoned."

"Uncle Zhang, stop spitting blood at me!" Lin Mingxuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly spoke up. His expression was serious and his eyes were sharp, as if they could penetrate the body.

"Our group came to Xiaoshi Village at the arrangement of Lord Li, and the medicinal materials were all taken from the county government. Uncle Zhang, what you said just now is doubting the government?"

Lin Mingxuan didn't want to use Li Xingjian to scare him, but he didn't want the situation to continue to develop. He wanted to end this farce quickly, so he was too lazy to waste words and directly brought up the "government".

“I didn’t…” Mr. Zhang was speechless for a moment, and his eyes looked much more timid.

"Brother Zhang, Lord Li hasn't gone far yet, don't talk nonsense, or you'll end up in jail!" At some point, the head of the village appeared behind the crowd. Lin Mingxuan and the others nodded to him.

"Doctor Lin, Brother Zhang is old now, and he is very cautious in his words. Please don't take it to heart. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Uncle Zhang, there's no need for this." Lin Mingxuan cupped his hands. "Mr. Zhang has his own difficulties, and we all understand. But please stop saying hurtful things."

Mr. Zhang didn't look at him and turned his face away.

"Or, please transfer the time and energy you spend complaining about us to Zhang Cong." Ding Xirui said, "You are a father, and you care about Zhang Cong more than anyone else here. His talent is there, and whether you want to bury it or not is up to you!"

Mr. Zhang's expression seemed to move.

"We will stay here for two more days. If you need help, feel free to come over anytime," Lin Mingxuan continued.

Mr. Zhang's eyes rolled around, he coughed lightly, and pulled Zhang Cong up again.

This time, Zhang Cong broke free easily, and he was caught off guard and fell to the ground!