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When Fang Chang pulled out the silver needles one by one forty minutes later, Zheng Guangming had already fallen asleep.

"Let Zheng Guangming sleep for a while. I will prepare the medicine. Zheng Juan, I will tell you how to boil the medicine later. When the medicine is boiled, ask Zheng Guangming to get up and drink it."

Fang Chang looked at Zheng Juan and said.

Zheng Juan nodded and frowned:

"I, I don't have a pot for decocting medicine at home."

Fang Chang pointed to the medicine box:

"I brought a casserole for decocting medicine. Please brush it with warm water."

"Ah? Oh!"

Zheng Juan was stunned and wanted to ask how did you know that I don’t have a pot for decocting medicine at home, but then she realized that who would have the time to make a casserole pot for decocting medicine?

"Xiao Fang! Thank you for your hard work."

Mother Zheng poured Fang Chang another cup of hot water.

The Zheng family really has nothing to offer to entertain Director Fang.

These days, her family has been living frugally and only managed to scrape out 1.5 yuan from their teeth to pay for Zheng Guangming's medical expenses.

"Auntie, please stop busying yourself here. I'm going to go teach Zheng Juan how to make medicine first. The most important thing is to restore the light to its true brightness as soon as possible."

Fang Chang smiled naively and walked towards the kitchen while talking while holding the medicine jar.

"What a nice boy!"

Mother Zheng looked at Fang Chang's back and whispered something in a voice that only she could hear.

Fang Chang went to the kitchen and looked around and then said to Zheng Juan:

"Go outside the door and find some bricks and mud to build a small stove!"

Fang Chang tried his best to find opportunities to be alone and wished he could stay a little longer.

Zheng Juan looked at Fang Chang after hearing this:

"Will this be too much trouble?"

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. Otherwise, I'll have to make medicine frequently and build a stove with bricks every time!"

Fang Chang said with a smile.

"Then I'll help you find bricks."

Zheng Juan thought so too, and went outside to look for bricks and tiles.

Fang Chang took a round-headed shovel and dug a few shovels of soil from the roadside and put them in front of Zheng Juan's house. Then he went into the house and brought out a basin to mix the mud.

Zheng Juan ran back and forth several times and picked up a lot of bricks and piled them at the door;

While Fang Chang was shoveling mud, he asked Zheng Juan:

"Get me a trowel."

"I'll find it for you right away."

Zheng Juan said this and turned and ran into the house.

Fang Chang glanced at Zheng Juan’s back: What a good candidate for a daughter-in-law!

Not long after, Zheng Juan handed the plastering trowel to Fang Chang. Fang Chang took the plastering trowel and squatted at the foot of the wall to start building a small stove.

Zheng Juan helped by passing bricks.

Mother Zheng looked through the window at the two people busying around, and she didn't find it strange at all, as if the two were a couple from the same family.

More than half an hour later, Fang Chang stood up and said:

"Okay, Zheng Juan, go get some firewood and light the fire!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Juan ran to the small warehouse nearby to get firewood.

Next, Fang Chang sat on a small stool and patiently taught Zheng Juan how to decoct the medicine and what details she should pay attention to.

Fang Chang taught seriously, and Zheng Juan also studied seriously.

Mother Zheng looked at the two of them under the window with a smile on her face, then glanced at Zheng Guangming who was sleeping soundly on the kang, then turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

As expected, Fang Chang was kept at Zheng's house by Zheng's mother for dinner.

Fang Chang didn't think anything of it and enjoyed his meal very much while eating cornmeal pot stickers and pancakes and drinking vegetable soup.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he finished dinner. Seeing that it was almost time, Fang Chang rode his bike for a leisurely ride.

Fang Chang had already forgotten about Zhou Bingkun.

At this time, Zhou Bingkun was sitting at the door of Fang Chang's house, leaning against the wall and fell asleep.

More than half an hour later, when Fang Chang hummed a song and walked into the yard, he was startled when he found someone sitting at the door of his house.

Fang Chang slowly moved towards the wall, trying not to make any noise. When he reached the wall, he squatted down, picked up a brick, held it in his hand, stood up and shouted:

"Who?"

"Ah? Who? Who? I told you I know Kung Fu."

Zhou Bingkun was sleeping soundly, chewing a chicken drumstick in his dream! Suddenly, he was awakened by Fang Chang's shout. He got up with a start and clenched his fists, gesturing around.

"Fuck! Why is it you, Zhou Bingkun?"

In fact, Fang Chang had already seen clearly that it was Zhou Bingkun when he picked up the brick, but Fang Chang just wanted to play a prank on Zhou Bingkun and scare him.

Zhou Bingkun's legs were already shaking. When he heard Fang Chang's voice, he heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall:

"Oh my god! Brother Fang, you scared me to death."

"You scared me to death! Why are you sitting outside my house and sleeping when you have a home to sleep at?"

Fang Chang threw the brick in his hand against the wall and said unhappily.

"No, Brother Fang, didn't you ask me to come to your house this afternoon?"

Zhou Bingkun said somewhat depressed.

"Oh, Emma! I was so busy that I forgot about it."

Fang Chang slapped his forehead and realized that he was so busy interacting and developing their relationship with Zheng Juan that he forgot about Zhou Bingkun.

Fang Chang took out the key and opened the door:

"Go help me push the bike in. I'll go into the house and prepare the medicine for you."

Zhou Bingkun was stunned for a moment then walked over and pushed his bicycle into the house.

Director Fang went into the house and put the medicine box on the eight-immortal table. He bent down and pulled out the wooden box under the eight-immortal table. He searched for a while among the bottles and jars and then began to prepare the medicine.

Put several kinds of medicine powder in a bowl and pour hot water from a thermos into it. Use a porcelain spoon to stir it. Grab the sticky mixture in your hand and rub it into a ball.

Zhou Bingkun was completely dumbfounded when he saw Fang Chang mumbling something.

"No, Brother Fang, this is too foolish! Can you do this? Will it be gone immediately if I eat it?"

"Brother Fang, I'm not married or a father yet! Don't scare me."

Fang Chang rolled his eyes at Zhou Bingkun:

"You know nothing. Do you know how difficult it is to make these medicinal powders? Do you want them? If not, I'm just reluctant to give them to you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's right, Brother Fang, what you're doing looks to me like you're kneading dough!"

Zhou Bingkun pointed at the person who had been rolled into a pill by Fang Chang and said.

"Yes! I'm just kneading the dough, the medicinal dough!"

Fang Chang handed the pill to Zhou Bingkun and instructed:

"Take it half an hour in advance. When you start, press here with your thumb. Press hard. Remember, it is here. Don't press the wrong way. If you press the wrong way, it won't work."

Fang Chang said this while pointing his finger at an acupuncture point on the back of Zhou Bingkun's waist.

"Is this here?"

Zhou Bingkun asked while touching the longer part of the square.

Fang Chang nodded, Zhou Bingkun thought for a moment and asked:

"and then?"

"Then bullshit, then you will pass out with convulsions in your limbs and foaming at the mouth."

Fang Chang stood up and walked to the washbasin while washing his hands.

"Foaming at the mouth and fainting?"

Zhou Bingkun said as he looked at the black pill in his hand.

"Okay, get out of here! I need to clean up and go to bed."

Fang Chang said after wiping his hands.

"That's fine, Brother Fang, I'll go back first."

Zhou Bingkun said this while looking down at the black pill in his hand and walked out.

He always felt that the pills in his hand were a little hard to swallow.

The main reason is that Fang Chang’s process of making pills is too simple and crude.

After Zhou Bingkun left, Fang Chang lay down on the kang with a wicked smile and went to sleep.