I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Hearing this, everyone responded.

"Madam Song is right. If we allow this to happen, it would be unfair to all of us!"

"Yes, we will never tolerate such things!"

Seeing everyone's opinions, Song Wanqing nodded and said, "Let's stop here. Everyone, go back to your work."

Everyone nodded, performed their duties, and worked diligently.

Song Wanqing had just resolved the matter in the embroidery room, but one problem arose when another one arose.

Before she even stepped out of the embroidery room, someone came anxiously looking for her.

"Madam Song, something happened!" The man looked pale and panicked.

"What's wrong?" Song Wanqing frowned slightly.

"In the village, in the village, someone has gone crazy!" he shouted loudly.

Song Wanqing's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Take me there."

"Yes!"

The two came to the place where the crazy villagers happened.

I saw a villager lying on the ground, twitching all over and behaving strangely. The area was already surrounded by villagers who were watching. Seeing his appearance, everyone was in a panic.

When Song Wanqing asked the reason, she found out that the man had accidentally eaten a herb. She secretly used a wood-seeking mirror to check and found that it was a poisonous herb that paralyzed the nerves.

Song Wanqing's expression was horrified. In today's society, a simple cold could be fatal, let alone this kind of neurotoxin.

Every moment of delay is a waste of the opportunity to save lives.

But the poisoned man was still twitching, his face turned visibly blue and black, and foam began to come out of his mouth. No one around dared to move him into the house.

Song Wanqing did not dare to act rashly. She squatted beside the man and looked at him carefully. The wound was on the wrist. It was just a tiny cut and there was not even a trace of blood.

This shows how potent this poison is.

She looked around at the people around her and asked, "Is there anyone with medical skills who can come up and take a look?"

The villagers were illiterate, looking at each other, and no one dared to step forward. Song Wanqing's expression became more and more solemn. Suddenly someone said, "I know Mr. Zhang can treat illnesses. I'll go call him over right away!"

The man ran away in a hurry, and after a while, an elegant old man came hurriedly carrying a medicine box.

Seeing this, he was horrified. In his entire life as a doctor, he had only treated pigs and dogs. He had never treated humans!

Didn't that guy ask him to come over just to embarrass him?

"Mr. Zhang, can you please take a look at what kind of poison this is and how to detoxify it?" Seeing Mr. Zhang hesitating and looking at a loss, Song Wanqing frowned and urged him.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mr. Zhang's forehead. He wiped it, put down the medicine box and went up to take the patient's pulse.

How dare he disobey Madam Song's words? Now he can only treat this man like a pig and a dog. Hopefully it will be of some use!

As time passed slowly, Mr. Zhang's expression became more and more serious.

He looked at Song Wanqing, not daring to lie, and sighed, "Madam Song, this... I am not a good doctor, and I have only treated pigs and dogs in my life. I really can't treat this man. I only know that he should be poisoned."

There was a flash of surprise in Song Wanqing's eyes. Then he looked at the patient's condition and saw that it was getting worse. Even his breathing was becoming rapid.

After all this time, it turns out Mr. Zhang is just a veterinarian!

"Is there no doctor in the village?" She asked with a stern face, "How were people treated when they were sick in the past?"

"In the past, when I was sick, I would go to the mountains to dig some herbs and eat them, and then leave it to fate..."

"Yes, Madam Song, where can we find a doctor in a place like ours? If you get sick, it's all fate. It depends on your destiny!"

"Alas, I don't think this person will last long. I don't know whose child he is, but he looks quite young..."

The villagers sighed helplessly, and some even began to panic. After all, even Madam Song couldn't think of a solution now, so what should they do if they encounter this situation in the future?

Song Wanqing looked at the villagers with different expressions and felt very uncomfortable. Before she arrived, countless people died from diseases caused by various problems. Because of her arrival, the living conditions and environment were greatly improved, which greatly reduced the chance of getting sick.

It is precisely because of this that she has always ignored the medical problems in the village, which is why she is in such a predicament today.

"Let him rest in the room first. I will find a way to save him. Don't panic." She ordered calmly.

Several brave young men immediately came to help and carried the poisoned person into the house.

Song Wanqing dismissed everyone and immediately went to the exchange shop to choose medicine books. This kind of thing that was ahead of its time was extremely expensive, so Song Wanqing simply bought various products from the village.

For example, I sold embroidery and medicinal herbs at the store and accumulated a lot of them. Otherwise, I would not have been able to exchange them for this pharmacology book today.

Her heart moved, and all the information in the book was immediately integrated into her mind.

The man was no longer moving and was lying on the bed, dying, as if he would die at any moment.

Song Wanqing hurriedly felt the man's pulse. It was weak and beating irregularly. His eyeballs had begun to become unfocused and the whites of his eyes were turning white. The blue-black poison on his arm was slowly spreading to his limbs. If he didn't get medicine to stop it, there would be no way to save him!

She quickly exchanged some herbs from the store, called Mr. Zhang, and said, "Mr. Zhang, please boil these herbs quickly. It only takes half an hour to boil them. It's best if they are bitter and thick!"

Mr. Zhang hurried to boil the medicine, and Song Wanqing found a piece of white cloth and tightly wrapped it around the poisoned man's arm to prevent the poison from spreading.

The villagers saw Mr. Zhang hurried out of the house with a packet of medicine in his hand. They gathered around him and asked, "Did Madam Song write a prescription? Can that man be saved?"

The series of questions immediately annoyed Mr. Zhang. He glared and shouted, "I'm very busy now. Who will be held responsible if someone dies later?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers made way in disappointment, but no one was angry. They only asked this question out of kindness, but seeing Mr. Zhang's appearance, the man should be saved?

All the villagers looked happy and stood outside the house looking inside, but they did not dare to go in easily.

Every day felt like a year. Half an hour later, Mr. Zhang hurried into the inner room carrying the medicine. He also sent someone to bring a basin of cold water to quickly cool the medicine.

Song Wanqing waited until the medicine had cooled down almost completely before giving it to the poisoned person.

The medicine was very effective. Within half a minute, the man's complexion eased up, and after a while he was able to open his eyes.

The neurotoxin takes effect quickly, but the treatment is also effective quickly. Seeing that he was able to stand up, Song Wanqing let out a deep breath, and Mr. Zhang's tense heart also relaxed.

"Healed?" Someone came in curiously and saw that the dying man had sat up. He immediately exclaimed, "Madam Song is really a goddess. She is like our reborn parents!"