No Worries about Food and Medicine

In the quiet courtyard, Duan Ming was squatting under the kitchen with a pot of hot water, and Master Jiang Xiao stared at a purple sand medicine pot. You Qingbai was staying in the room, giving acupuncture pain to the teenager on the bed. He heard a footstep in the courtyard, and entered the door until he reached the bed. When he saw that he was applying a needle, he pressed it. There was no interruption.

The last needle was taken out from the Neiguan acupoint of the teenager, and You Qingbai withdrew the silver needle. Then he looked up and saw that this son, Ji Jiong, did not know where he returned from. The boots were covered with mud stars and the back was thin. The shirts were all soaked with sweat, but the person standing here was still in a state of nothingness, only a little worry could be seen in his tight eyebrows.

Ji Hong saw that he had explored the pulse again, and then pressed his voice and asked, "How?"

You Qingbai got up and stood up in front of the couch, and bowed her head slightly: "Adult, don't worry. Mr. Xiao is overworked and has a poor diet. This is why he has a stomach problem."

Before Duan Ming sent people to report, he only said that the young man suddenly had abdominal pain and syncope. When this epidemic was rampant, Ji Hong would inevitably think about it. The quickest return to the city on the road even thought of the worst result, and the heart was alive. Suffering from torment, listening to You Qingbai said that it was only a stomach problem. He seemed to fall to the ground like a stone and gently exhaled. But immediately at the next moment, Ji Hong frowned again: "Jinnian has always been in good health, why did he suddenly suffer from stomach problems?"

You Qingbai shook her head and sighed, "In fact, it's not too sudden ... These days, Mr. Xiao has been working hard for the hospital's affairs. Xiaguan rarely sees him sleeping, let alone eating on time. For a few days, Mr. Xiao had already had signs of stomach problems, and it was also blamed that Xiaguan failed to detect it in time. Before Mr. Fang Caixiao collapsed, he had some disputes with the medical officers, and he was agitated for a while. Pain, fainted for a while. "

Ji Hong's face dimmed in an instant, but he was still holding it in his heart, and there was no attack: "So what is his condition now?"

"This stomach disorder is not serious, but it is not light. As long as you rest for a few days, take medicine, pay attention to eating and drinking, you will be fine." You Qingbai said, "It's just that the disease is easy to repeat. , You can't work like this in the future. "

Speaking of this, You Qingbaidun felt guilty: "Mr. Xiao was not a member of our medical department. It is not easy to help us calm the epidemic. If we were not incapable of our medical department, Mr. Xiao would not be busy here. Kind of place. "

Ji Hong put his left hand on the saber around his waist and said with a cold face: "Since you are incompetent, don't drag on others."

You Qingbai: "..."

It was time that Ming Ming came in with the decoction of decoction, and suddenly the cold light flashed, and a long sword pressed straight against Duan Ming's throat, a trace of blood flowing down Duan Ming's neck. A drop of blood bead followed the blade, ticked, and landed on the wooden plate. Ji Hong asked: "I told you to look at him, do you see people like this?"

You Qingbai immediately suffocated her breath, staring at them in panic.

Duan Mingren's sword tip had cut his skin, but his hands held the food plate more stable. Bi Gongbi said with respect: "The subordinates do not work well. It's just that the people in this city are really not enough. The subordinates have no skill at all. ... Ignore the young man. "

Ji Hongjing didn't speak. After a while, he threw the sword away, and said politely: "The letter tells Shi Xing to bring a few more people over. If he has three shorts and two shorts, you can do it yourself."

"Yes." Duan Ming took over the hilt, and then handed the medicine bowl over without any dissatisfaction or complaint. Before leaving, he looked back at You Qingbai. "You Yu doctor, what else?" Tell me to talk to the humble office. "

You Qingbai followed Duan Ming in a trance and went out to the yard. She was awakened by Duan Ming's action to wipe off the blood beads. Lord Ji's sword, which was inquiring Duan Weiwei for failing to take care of Mr. Yu Xiao, In fact, they are killing chickens and monkeys! It turned out that the young man was as important to the son of Li Guo, but it was only a stomach illness that caused the cold-faced Buddha to be angry. This should be a good thing. The ancestor must not lift the doctor's department up to the sky?

At this time, after revisiting what was seen in Fang Caifang's room, a layer of cold sweat oozed out from the back. You Qingbai asked Duan Ming to prescribe the prescription and other matters.

Just walking on the way back, You Qingbai couldn't help but recall that the room was decorated with peculiar things, which were both light and simple and elegant, as well as many lively and lovely small ornaments. Although the room was spacious, there was only one How can two people sleep on a bed? Could it be sleeping together?

Although the two had a good relationship and it was fine to sleep in one place, You Qingbai always felt that there was something wrong, and she couldn't speak for a while.

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The room was quiet again. Ji Hong ordered a tranquilizer and walked to the couch to sit down, reaching out to caress Yu Yugnian's frowning eyebrows. The young man curled up like a wrinkled willow bud, and the man was as thin as Liu bud. You Qingbai has given him a needle, and his face is still so ugly, I don't know how uncomfortable it was before the attack.

Yu Jinnian groaned with his eyes closed, his body curled like shrimps, and a cold sweat came out of his forehead. Xu was hurt again. Ji Hong got up to call someone, but his hands were suddenly caught by the teenager. He seemed to have had a nightmare. He kept murmuring in his mouth, but he couldn't clearly understand what he was reading. He got closer and discriminated carefully before he vaguely listened to his name.

Ji Hong hesitated for a moment, but still sat back, gently holding Yu Jinnian's hand, slowly hummed an exotic ancient song.

This song was played by his mother. It is an instrument that is not common in the Central Plains. Although the shape is peculiar, the sound is very gentle and melodious. Unfortunately, his mother does not have a singing voice, and this song is also Later, a grandmother learned to listen to him, it is said to be a sleepy tune. Ji Hong sat beside the bed and hummed low, tapping his fingers gently on the back of the teenager's palm.

There was a bird twitching on the half-open window, and he was about to wave his hand to scold, who thought that the bird was used to eating a hundred rice, not afraid of life, and pecked on the index finger he reached over, a pair The little eyes looked at him like black pearls, and sometimes "tweeted", as if he should sing with him.

Ji Hong hesitated for a moment, and when the young boy on the couch raised his eyebrows, he closed his hand again, and let the bird chirp and go away.

I do n’t know how long it took. He heard the scent next to his ear, and Huo got up, only to find that he did n’t know when to lie down on the bed and fell asleep, but it was n’t his little bird who was crouching in the house. Duan Ming.

Ji Hong asked: "How long has it been?"

Duan Ming took out the cold medicine bowl and replaced it with a pot of herbal tea. He said anxiously, "It's time to be a mortal son. You haven't eaten anything today, and some lotus root ribs are warmed on the kitchen stove. Soup, bring you a bowl in? "

Ji Hong still had Yu Jinnian's fingers wrapped around his fingers, and he shook his head: "No need. Take the approvals that have not been processed by Fuya today."

Duan Ming sighed and retreated, instructing people to get things from the government office. Ji Hong placed a small table at his feet and lit a half-dark wax, so that one hand was held by Yu Jinnian, and one hand turned the hinge silently.

At night, Mr. Luo Qian came over and glanced again. It was also said that Yu Jinnian still had to sleep, and the heartache was not as painful as others. Since this kid can still fall asleep, it means that it is a good thing. I could n’t sleep much better. I persuaded Ji Hong to rest earlier and I did n’t know how many times to say it, but some people refused to listen.

Although there are always a lot of inconveniences with one hand, Ji Hong can also handle things one by one. When he raised his head, the window was already bright, and the candlelight on hand left only a wax head, summer The sky always shines early, and the bird hasn't known where to fly to catch insects. There were gradually voices in the city, and there were door-to-door knocks to sell silk flower sachets.

Now that there is a big epidemic, things are not easy to sell. The old lady walked several streets and didn't sell one. It was only in Lujia alley that there was a good-hearted teenager who bought a dozen sachets in one go. go with. The sachet is not a good spice, it's just the vanilla that he picked himself, but for Jiang Bingren who bought the sachet, these copper plates are just the rewards he usually sends to others, and I don't think there is anything. pity.

A dozen sachets hung on the corner of the window in the courtyard, and the breeze was slow, but it could stir a touch of fragrance. Even the porridge water boiled in the pot seemed to be contaminated with a natural fragrance.

Yu Jinnian opened his eyes confusedly, and his consciousness was still the day before talking to Duan Ming and You Qingbai. He stared at the suede tent above his head. It took him a long time to wake up slowly, but just fell asleep. Too much, the head is not too clear, and he froze for a long time before blinking his eyes, remembering that he was planted because of a stomachache.

Ji Hong quickly put down the booklet and shook his wrist vigorously: "Wake up? What's uncomfortable?"

When Yu Jinnian saw him this dress, he strangely said: "I haven't slept all night?"

"After reading letters," Ji Hong avoided answering lightly, helped him sit up, and put a pillow on his back, "Does it still hurt?"

Yu Jinnian said: "Some are better than yesterday."

Ji Hong saw that his face was pale and both felt distressed and couldn't help but blame him: "How come I don't know how to take good care of myself. I'm not around, so you don't even have good food or sleep well?" "

Yu Jinnian wanted to smile at him happily, but his stomach was so painful, and finally he grinned: "How can you not have a good meal, and who do you listen to ... yeah!" He Huo Ran remembered things that had not been done yet. He kicked Bo and was about to get out of bed, "How is His Highness, and Duan Ming said that he found several Fan businessmen--"

With such a movement, the pain that had originally retreated was repeated, and he immediately covered his abdomen and bowed again.

"I have arranged it for Fuya, I will not go anywhere these days, just stare at you. You should not be busy, the medical hall will not fall if you leave, those few Fans, just Call them and stay in the government office for a few more days. "Ji Hong pushed him back to the bed, but he used his body as the door, blocking the way he tried to get out of bed, and then rubbed his palms to the warmth and penetrated into the shirt. , From his heart to the navel repeatedly rubbing gently, and using his fingertips to gently press at his Neiguan and Zusanli, "Mr. Luo Old and the doctor have told you, if your stomach disease is not well adjusted at this time, In the future, the root of the disease will fall, and it will be difficult to think about everything. "

"It's not just a stomachache, how can it be so serious." Yu Jinnian clutched her stomach and hummed softly, "How can you still do this?"

Ji Hong smiled and said, "Since I have a doctor at home, how can I not learn a few tricks?"

Yu Jinnian was somewhat proud: "You are a stealing teacher, have you paid the tuition?"

Before waiting for him to whisper, Ji Hong posted it and kissed someone who was just awake, dizzy and turned: "Is this enough?"

Yu Jinnian: "..."

"Since I woke up, I asked someone to warm up the medicine." Ji Hong didn't make trouble with him, but said he wouldn't let him out of bed. He decided not to let his toes get stained with a little bit of dirt. He looked out of the window. With a call, Duan Ming then pushed the door in. Ji Hong gently asked Yu Jinnian, "You haven't eaten in a day, what do you want to eat?"

With that said, I really felt hungry, and Yu Jinnian looked at him pitifully: "Scallion noodles."

Ji Hong nodded and said back, "Boil some corn porridge."

"..." Yu Jinnian argued weakly, "It's not corn porridge, it's scallion noodles."

Ji Hong again instructed: "Add a few red dates, cook them soft and rotten, peel the dates, and remove the dates." Then he turned around and asked softly, "I want to eat more what?"

Yu Jinnian felt that he was going to be hurt by his stomach, and he grumbled and complained: "If you ask me what I want to eat but don't give it to me, then ask me what to do."

Seeing that he can still play a little bit of complaining, at least it shows that his spirit is not bad. Ji Hong ’s unsuspended and fluttering heart can be considered to be on the beach. He could n’t help but smile with his lips and moved closer. The teenager gently put a kiss on his frowned eyebrow: "I like to listen to you. You don't know, you fell asleep this night, so I was worried."

"..." Such a simple intimate action put Yu Jinnian back in order. Although he mumbled something in his mouth, he leaned on the pillow honestly, waiting for Ji Hong to feed him porridge.

Corn porridge is easy to cook, but for the porridge cooking, Ji Hong simply went to freshen up the clothes and changed clothes. When he came back, he carried the fresh sunshine and freshly cooked corn fragrance. Yu Jinnian opened his eyes dimly and squirmed for a while on Ji Hong's body before opening his mouth to meet his spoon. The porridge water was not thick and not thin. The entrance was gentle and greasy, and the crushed jujube was turning into porridge Among the rice, only a slight crush between the tongue and the upper jaw will flow down the throat.

The stomach that had been emptied for a night suddenly hurt because of suddenly containing porridge soup. It seemed that there was an invisible hand wringing. Yu Jinnian knew that he should eat something to maintain his physical strength, but the pain made him instinctively resist anything. Ji Hong patiently coaxed: "If you take two more bites, you won't eat, otherwise you won't be able to support your body. When your body is better, I will ask the kitchen to do something else for you. Wonton is better?"

Yu Jinnian frowned and nodded, eating a small half bowl of porridge water with pain. There was a little porridge in his stomach, and after a while, he drank another bowl of medicine.

"Sleep again, it's rare to have a chance to rest." Ji Hong put down the empty medicine bowl, "I'm with you."

Ji Hong faded his boots and leaned on the outer edge of the bed, Yu Jinnian rested on his waist, arms crossed gently, and whispered: "When I fell asleep, I seemed to hear someone sing. I don't know this moment Can you hear again after you sleep ... "

"Huh." Ji Hong closed his shoulders and watched him close his eyes, then hummed softly, clearly singing interracial tunes, Yu Jinnian closed his eyes, but he seemed to see the breeze blowing and the mountains blooming. Hearing the lingling creek, the warbler crowed ... gradually everything returned to calm again. Ji Hong looked down at him, thinking he was asleep, and closed his eyes.

However, Yu Jinnian opened his eyes slightly and said, "A Hong, tomorrow I want to eat lotus root ribs soup."

Ji Hong's eyes did not open, he denied: "No."

Yu Jinnian raised his head and wanted to kill Mingzhi: "Yes, I heard that Duan Ming said that the stove was stewed! If you don't give me soup, I won't drink medicine, and I'll die if I hurt."

"..." Ji Hong looked down at him speechlessly. "You little thing, you have to eat a few mouthfuls of corn porridge and you'll feel uncomfortable and tears. At this moment, the scar is forgotten and the pain is forgotten. Mr. Luo said, you can only get some soft porridge soup in the past few days, otherwise you will not be able to take it in your stomach. "

Yu Jinnian flattened his mouth: "Let me eat porridge for several days, then I might as well be a monk."

Ji Hong said indifferently: "Well, you go, Dacibei Temple is short of the master of chanting. Just as a monk, you have to wake up to the morning bell, six quiet, and no more drinking." "I won't hold you anymore."

"..." Yu Jinnian subconsciously tightened his arms, rubbing hard into his arms.

So Yu Jinnian drank a lot of corn porridge with a bitter face, and because of his bad stomach, he needed to eat less and eat more meals, so that he could see several times of corn soup in the bowl every day-this time really let him Eating corn thoroughly, I am afraid that in this life I don't want to see corn appearing on the table again.

In order to get rid of the tragic situation of eating porridge as soon as possible, he used Baiji, sea chrysanthemum, chicken internal gold, Yanhusuo and other medicinal materials to dispense Tongyusan, each time taking one yuan.

Bletilla striata and Chicken Neijin are the best herbs for strengthening the spleen and protecting the stomach. Yanhusuo also has the effect of relieving pain. The sea chrysanthemum is for the purpose of making acid and astringent. At least, it won't hurt so much that I can't stand my waist, but only occasionally some pain.

During the visit by the Royal Medical Secretary, Ji Hong was blocked as much as possible. Only You Qingbai came back because of Yu Jinnian's back on the same day. She got half eyes with Ji Hong and was able to enter the yard to chat with Yu Jinnian and take the opportunity to talk to him. The current status of patients in the medical building. His Royal Highness is always good and bad, and the doctors are worried day and night, especially after Yu Jinnian is sick, Sanyu Building has no backbone. Although Chen Yuyi has the largest official position, he is a practical school who is not good at management. , And only mud, no one can control, seeing the hair of the temples are sad and white.

But these are not important, and the most urgent task now is to configure oral rehydration salts to suppress the development of the disease early.

Yu Jinnian didn't wait for his stomach to be completely cured, so he took advantage of the vacancy of Ji Hong when he went out to work one day and forced Duan Ming to take him to meet the few Fan businessmen. After Ji Hong got the news and chased them, several of them had already swaggered into the gate of the government, and the officials of the government knew that the young man had a great relationship with Master Ji. How dare to stop him is just a symbol. After discouraging two sentences sexually, he put him in.

As soon as he entered the Fuya prison, he felt very wet and very dim, and then he heard a lot of Mandarin in the depths. Several tan merchants with curly brown hair were unkempt, and when they saw them walking with candlelights, they jumped to their feet and snarled at them, showing that they had suffered a lot in this shabby cell.

Duan Ming said helplessly: "It's just a few of them, and I don't know what to say. Although we are also searching for interpretation these days, we have not yet found ..."

Yu Jinnian crooked his head, pondered in his heart, and replied: "They are saying ... You Daxia people are so unreasonable, they took the pass-through to do business properly, how can you catch it casually? people."

Then one of the businessmen said something aggressively, and Yu Jinnian laughed: "This sentence is vulgar, so he won't translate it. He greeted your ancestors. Well, you will release them soon, we are If you ask others to do things, what are you doing if you put them in prison? "

"..." Duan Ming's eyes widened, and he froze for a long while before he recovered. "Little, little son, can you understand?"

"Well, barely." Yu Jinnian shook his head and frowned. "Although it's a little different from what I know, even guessing ... I can roughly understand what it means. Basic communication should not be a problem."

Ji Hong, who had just walked down the stone steps of the prison, was stunned to hear this.

This boy, how many skills he still does not know? !