Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Seeing the young master so calm, Xiao Qi also mustered up the courage to walk out from behind Liu Huyuan and asked, "Young master, what is vitiligo?"

Chen Lang said, "It's vitiligo."

Guardian Liu suddenly realized and said, "So this is vitiligo. I've heard of it before, but this is the first time I've seen it."

Lu Ting asked anxiously, "Scholar, you said my grandson is suffering from a disease, not a curse?"

Chen Lang said: "I am sure that this is just a disease and has nothing to do with the curse."

"Village chief, is your village a clan village?"

Lu Ting nodded: "Yes."

Chen Lang asked, "There must be quite a few elders in the village who suffer from this disease, right?"

Lu Ting was shocked and asked, "How did you know?"

The Lu family moved to this place and settled there a hundred years ago. Since then, some ancestors in the clan have begun to show symptoms. At first, there were only a few people, but as time went on, more and more descendants also showed symptoms.

By the time of Lu Ting's grandson's generation, almost every family's children had this problem.

The clan members felt that this was a curse and a punishment from God on their Lu family.

People in the surrounding villages also regarded them as plague gods and avoided them.

This is also the fundamental reason why the villagers are extremely cold towards outsiders.

Thinking of this, Lu Ting knelt down in front of Chen Lang and said, "Scholar, since you can recognize this disease, there must be a way to cure it, right?"

"Please save my grandson. I kowtow to you."

Chen Lang hurried forward to support him and said, "Village Chief, this is too late. Please get up quickly."

"I just recognize this disease, but I'm not a doctor. I don't have the ability to cure your grandson."

What Chen Lang said was true. Modern medicine has no way to completely cure vitiligo, let alone in ancient times when medical standards were backward.

Although traditional Chinese medicine discovered vitiligo very early and provided many treatment options, there is a lack of cases of complete cure.

Moreover, the medicinal materials required for the prescriptions provided by traditional Chinese medicine are either rare or expensive, which is simply unaffordable for ordinary people.

Lu Ting refused to get up, and even kept kowtowing to Chen Lang, begging him to save his grandson.

Chen Lang was anxious and helpless, and said, "Village Chief, please get up. I'll think of a way. It should be possible."

Lu Ting said: "Is there really a way?"

"There's nothing I can do if you don't get up." Chen Lang also acted like a rogue.

Only then did Lu Ting get up.

Chen Lang crossed his chest with one hand and slowly tapped the bridge of his nose with the other hand.

According to the records of "Huangdi Neijing", vitiligo is either caused by congenital deficiency or acquired deficiency, resulting in liver and kidney yin deficiency, qi and blood deficiency, and ultimately leading to loss of skin luster.

To treat vitiligo, you need to replenish qi and blood, and nourish the liver and kidneys.

The required medicinal materials include ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, deer antler...

Just by listening to the names, you can tell that these herbs are very expensive.

The Lu family's yard was so dilapidated that it was even worse than the charity cemetery, so they could never afford to buy these medicinal herbs.

More importantly, the treatment of vitiligo is an extremely long process, which means that these expensive medicinal materials cannot be discontinued for a long time, otherwise the effects will be lost.

Not to mention Lu Ting, even Chen Lang at the moment would find it difficult to afford such expensive medical expenses.

After thinking for a long time and failing to come up with any relatively cheap treatment options, Chen Lang sighed and said bluntly, "Village Chief, let me be honest. If you want to cure vitiligo, you need a fortune."

"My advice is to go to the county town and find a good doctor. Ask him for a prescription to control the disease and ensure that the white spots on the body will not continue to spread."

Lu Ting smiled bitterly. "We couldn't even get into the county town. The soldiers at the city gate saw the child and thought his condition was contagious, so they wouldn't let us in."

Chen Lang frowned and said, "How about this, take my carriage."

"The soldiers guarding the city will never make things difficult for a scholar like me."

"I'll send the child back after I get the prescription."

Hearing this, Lu Ting wanted to kneel down to Chen Lang again.

This time, Chen Lang was quick to support him and prevent him from kneeling down.

Chen Lang safely got on the carriage with the village chief's grandson and met Xu Mengru five miles outside the village. After telling her the situation, Xu Mengru sympathized with the villagers' plight and praised Chen Lang's kindness.

He even expressed his intention to donate some money to the villagers to improve their lives.

After arriving at the county town, Chen Lang presented his ivory plate and the examination documents with the private seal of the Nanhe County magistrate, and was allowed to pass without even checking his carriage.

Arriving at the best clinic in the county, Chen Lang led Ping'an, who was wrapped tightly, into the clinic.

The waiter came forward and asked, "Are you here to get some medicine or to see a doctor?"

Chen Lang said: "Consultation."

"Follow me." The waiter led Chen Lang and his group through a small door on the right. Inside was a corridor with several rooms.

The waiter pointed to one of them and said, "Please come in."

Chen Lang lifted the door curtain and walked in. A white-haired old man was sitting in the small room.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the old man asked.

Chen Lang pushed Ping An forward, took off the black cloth covering his face, and said, "It's not me, it's him."

The old man took a look and said, "Vitiligo? It's quite serious."

Chen Lang asked, "Does the old man have a prescription to cure this disease?"

The old man said, "I do have a recipe, but it's very expensive."

"One dose of medicine is three ounces, and it can be taken for four days after decoction. You need to take at least five doses per month."

"Can you bear it, sir?"

Before Chen Lang could say anything, Ping An pulled Chen Lang out and said, "Uncle, let's go. I don't want to be treated anymore."

Although Ping'an couldn't calculate how much silver he would need in a month, he could still understand the price of three taels for a dose of medicine.

The family was so poor that they could barely afford to eat. Not to mention three taels, they couldn't even come up with thirty cents.

Chen Lang signaled Ping'an to wait outside while he talked to the doctor alone.

"Doctor, do you have a cheaper prescription? I don't want a cure, just to prevent the white spots from spreading."

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, there is. A dose of medicine costs one penny of silver and can be taken for six days. Two to three doses a month are enough."

Chen Lang said, "It will cost three hundred coins."

The old man said, "There's nothing we can do. Vitiligo is known as a rich man's disease, and only the rich can afford it."

Chen Lang said: "Then let's open it for two months first."

The old man picked up his pen and quickly wrote a prescription. "Pay the bill at the front desk."

Chen Lang took the prescription to the front yard, handed it to the waiter, and asked him to find a room to get the medicine.

After getting the medicine, Chen Lang rushed back to Qingniu Village with Ping An.

Xu Mengru did not go with him, but gave Chen Lang fifty taels of silver and asked him to pass it on to Lu Ting, the village chief of Qingniu Village, as a token of her appreciation.

Chen Lang returned to Qingniu Village and handed all the medicinal materials, prescriptions, and Xu Mengru's fifty taels to Lu Ting.

Lu Ting was so grateful that he burst into tears, but he was also deeply worried.

Each person needs three taels of silver per month. There are nearly twenty sick children in the village, and fifty taels of silver can only support them for two months at most.

Lu Ting also knew that Chen Lang and Miss Xu had done their utmost to help them to this point, and it would be shameless for him to make any further demands.

"Sir, and Miss Xu's great kindness, the young and old in Qingniu Village will never forget it."

"Ping An, kowtow to your benefactor quickly."

Lu Ting had learned his lesson. He knew that Chen Lang would not accept his kowtow, so he ordered his grandson to do it.

Ping An kowtowed three times to Chen Lang quickly.

Chen Lang pulled him up, patted his head, and said, "Be a good person to the end, and see the Buddha to the west."

"Village Chief, let me give you another way to make money."