Xiao Qinghuan

The epidemic in Liujia Village is still spreading.

Yan Qing spent a whole morning understanding the conditions of the patients in Xicun, and after confirming with Zhuang Yi, he wrote down the medication and disease conditions of each patient and signed them into a book.

Not only Zhuang Yi, but even Yan Qing found it quite difficult.The number of sick people increased day by day, and the healthy people also began to panic, and even asked Yan Qing to send them away.

But if people were taken out of the village, whether the insurance would bring out the epidemic, Yan Qing patiently comforted him for two whole days, and then promised to send medicine and food, and finally suppressed the matter.

"Second Master Liu in West Village will be here in the past few days." Zhuang Yi just returned from West Village, and sighed while washing his hands in the vinegar basin.

After a few days, Zhuang Yi became acquainted with Yan Qing, and he no longer had so many scruples when speaking.

"Second Master Liu is going to live a long life this year, and his health is already bad." Zhuang Yi was soured by the vinegar water, and walked to Yan Qing's side while wiping his hands, with a downcast expression: "I changed the prescription for him three times, but it's a pity Or not."

Yan Qing was contemplating the prescription in the shed outside, the stove at hand was heating up, and the white porridge was bubbling in the cauldron.

A few days ago, Zhuang Yi set up a porridge shop and medicine stall in Liujia Village, and it was set up in the middle of the village. Jiang Ying requisitioned three rooms as a medicine shop for consultations, and the porridge shed and consultation desk were set up at the entrance.

Since Yan Qing came, most of this place was handed over to Yan Qing to see.The people in Zhuang Yi couldn't sit still, so they either arranged for people to test the medicine, or went out to visit some old people to see if there were any earth remedies that could be used.

It was noon at this time, and after another hour and a half, someone should come to get food and medicine again.

Yan Qing threw the divided herbs into the pot, wiped his hands and said, "You did your best."

"That's right." Zhuang Yi said, "Everyone has his own destiny."

Seeing that he was not depressed because of this, Yan Qing stopped being distracted.The prescription in his hand is only half done, and the weight of Gastrodia elata and Bupleurum chinensis can't be settled, and I'm afraid he has to think about it a few more times.

Yan Qing is different from Zhuang Yi, the young master is not very patient, if he is too irritable, he will recklessly quit, and only wait for his mood to calm down before starting to do things.But Yan Qing knew very well that every moment was a heavy human life, he was busy seeing doctors and changing prescriptions, and he hardly closed his eyes for the past two days.

Zhuang Yi stayed up a little late last night, and had been busy for a long time this morning, so he was a little out of spirit at this time, so he went back to rest after saying hello to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing stirred the pot of porridge with his hands, Polygonatum odoratum and lotus seeds submerged in the clear rice, exuding a bitter aroma.After a while, Jiang Ying came from the West Village, Yan Qing looked at the time and found that it was time to get the medicine.

The conditions in Liujia Village are difficult. Even if most villagers take the medicinal materials back home, they can't handle them properly, so they can only be processed in a centralized manner before distribution.

However, in order to separate the villagers of the East and West Villages as much as possible to avoid further infection, the medicine and meals of the West Village can only be delivered by people every day.Jiang Ying's face was covered with white gauze, and before he approached, he smelled strongly of medicine. Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would get sick from walking in the village every day, so he wished to force him to change his clothes and take a bath twice a day. Shengsheng made Jiang Ying miserable, wishing he could walk around him.

Jiang Ying stood four or five steps away, making sure that Zhuang Yi was not there, so she dared to walk over.

"Mr. Yan." Jiang Ying said, "I'll get the medicine."

Yan Qing nodded, got up and walked into the house, took out a big five-layer food box, and brought some porcelain bottles.

"This is today's new prescription." Yan Qing handed the food box to him: "There have been a lot of people with fever in the past few days, I have increased the dosage accordingly, and you explain to them that if any discomfort occurs, or symptoms such as diarrhea , come and tell me in time.”

Jiang Ying nodded, indicating that he understood.The two of them are not talkative, and when they get together, they are even less talkative. Yan Qing had already sat back, but seeing that Jiang Mo didn't take his things and leave as usual, he couldn't help but raised his head in doubt.

"What else?"

"I've been busy for several days, Mr. Yan should take a break." Jiang Ying said in a low voice, "The plague won't happen overnight, maybe the opportunity will come later."

This didn't seem like something Jiang Ying could say. Yan Qing gave him a strange look, and saw that the other party was also speechless.

Yan Qing: "..."

"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and a few days is nothing." Yan Qing responded politely: "Thank you for your concern."

"Mr. Yan..." Jiang Ying pursed her lips, but still did not leave, and said hesitantly, "My son sent me a letter asking me to take good care of you."

Yan Qing paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

He knew it.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't know what medicine he took wrongly recently, and he had to send letters to him every day these days, and he always had to say "eat well and rest early" among the three business sentences, as if he was a glass bottle that would shatter when touched.

He hadn't noticed Jiang Xiaohan being so verbose when he was in Pingjiang before, but after all, he answered every letter seriously, but Jiang Xiaohan got used to it and got worse.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Yan Qing felt that the pigeons had lost a lot of weight when they saw the messenger pigeons these days.

Jiang Ying was staring at him with a subtle look, and Yan Qing rubbed her forehead, feeling a little warm in her ears.

"I...cough." Yan Qing coughed uncomfortably, trying to put on a normal look, trying to save some face for Jiang Xiaohan in front of his subordinates: "Understood, I will."

With his assurance, Jiang Ying took the food box and slipped away quickly as if she had been pardoned.

Although no one was watching, Yan Qing still felt embarrassed, but he didn't dislike it.Although Jiang Xiaohan communicated with him mostly about business, there was a sense of familiarity between the lines, and only a few sentences mentioned the trivial matters of his daily life, which was understated without leaving any trace.

Jiang Xiaohan's sense of propriety is very good, showing his favor without making him feel too passive.Even his original melancholy caused by the plague was diluted a bit by these trivial letters——Yan Qing paused, and suddenly found that his attention was inexplicably attracted to Jiang Xiaohan again, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty .

Fortunately, villagers approaching the entrance of the village one after another interrupted his train of thought. It was already noon, and the villagers came with porcelain bowls.

In the past few days, the villagers and Yan Qing have become familiar, but due to Yan Qing's temper, they don't dare to get too close to him. They just come to get things step by step every day, and then leave with gratitude .

Yan Qing collected her thoughts and wanted to stand up and take care of them, only to find a few porcelain vases on the table when she regained consciousness.

Jiang Ying forgot to take it away.

The pills contained in these porcelain bottles must be taken within half a cup of tea after drinking the medicine, otherwise the medicinal properties will be lost.Jiang Ying had only left for a while, so she might not have noticed it yet.Yan Qing suddenly became a little anxious, he put the porcelain vase into his arms, and before he took a few steps, he realized that this place cannot be separated from people.

It's fine if you donate porridge and rice on weekdays. I'm afraid that some villagers will come here to seek medical treatment. If they can't find him, many unnecessary troubles will arise.

In fact, Xie Jue allocated two soldiers to help him with the mundane tasks of cooking porridge and serving meals on weekdays, so that he could see patients with peace of mind.However, today the soldiers of the Divine Guard Battalion were taken out by Xie Jue, and they were going to cut some wooden sticks in the nearby mountains to reinforce the hidden bones under the river embankment, so that Yan Qing couldn't even find anyone running errands.

He frowned, and was thinking whether to go to the back hall to wake up Zhuang Yi, when he saw a boy poking his head out from behind a pile of straw sacks not far away.

The boy's eyes were dark, clean and clear.It wasn't the first day he was here, only in Yan Qing's memory, boys appeared around him at least three or four times.He obviously took everything that happened just now into his eyes, hid there and stared at Yan Qing for a while, finally made up his mind, and ran out from behind the haystack. Only then did Yan Qing realize that he was still holding a The younger girls are like a brother and sister.

"Sir." The boy took the girl's hand, ran to his desk, raised his dirty face, "I can help you."

Yan Qing shook his head, the people living in Xicun are all sick, it is impossible for him to find two children to run errands for him.

Seeing his unmoved expression, the boy suddenly became a little anxious, turned around and grabbed his clothes: "Sir, let me help you."

Yan Qing's temperament is cold and a little stubborn, and he always speaks the same when it comes to this kind of principle.

"No." He lowered his head, looked into the boy's eyes, and seriously rejected him: "We are all sick in Xicun, I can't let you go."

While speaking, some villagers had already lined up in front of the porridge bowl. They were afraid of getting sick, so they didn't want to stay here for a long time, but they didn't dare to urge Yan Qing, so they could only stretch their necks eagerly to look at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was also anxious, if the medicine in her hand was not sent to Jiang Ying, it would be a waste of another day.

The girl next to him was still young, she looked at her brother with ignorant eyes, then at Yan Qing, and smiled at him with her eyes bent.

"Sir!" The boy gritted his teeth, let go of the girl's hand, and grabbed Yan Qing's clothes with both hands: "In that case, I'll take care of the stall here for Mr. Mr. will go to the west of the village soon. If anyone comes to see a doctor during the period, I will explain the situation to them.”

The boy paused, then repeated: "Let me stay by your side, please."

The boy's attitude was very eager, Yan Qing frowned slightly, keenly aware of something abnormal.The boy was too eager for his attitude, as if... as if seeking his blessing.

In addition, this boy is also very clever, he actually saw his embarrassment, and volunteered to put out his most advantageous bargaining chip first.

But now he doesn't have time to find out what the story is about the boy, he is still rushing to deliver the medicine.

Yan Qing looked at the boy until the other party was so panicked that his palms were sweating, then he nodded slowly and said, "Yes."

The author says:

Thank you for the catnip fed by Ziqi~ and the fish food fed by Ziqi and xilinccc~