An Yi looked back at An Baoliang and asked him about this thing, but she couldn't get it. Although An Baoliang felt that her daily life was too naughty and she shouldn't give it to her, it was not easy to lose her friend's face at this time, so she said, "Don't you thank your Uncle Zhou?"

An Yi took the slingshot and a pack of copper bullets, bowed to thank Zhou Jingang and said, "My daughter has not finished her work, it's time to go."

An Baoliang said, "You go."

An Yi walked out of the room and saw Chen Zhishan wave to her from afar. She smiled and went forward: "Show you this, the meeting gift I just received."

Chen Zhishan took the slingshot with enviousness and looked left and right, gestured over and said, "This thing is really good."

If it were in the past, An Yi would have thought that this thing should only be played by a man, and would have given it to him without hesitation, but now she would not think so anymore. The bloody lessons in the past made her remember that women should have a skill and a skill to defend themselves. Only when they are strong enough can they not let others roll and rub them. So she said: "As long as you like, you can play with them at any time, we can learn how to play slingshots." Seeing Mrs. Tan frowned not far away, she frowned and added a hurried sentence: "If you learn, you can go and fight hares and pheasants, and add some food to the family."

Sure enough, Mrs. Tan stopped the unhappy look on her face, turned to look at her with vague sympathy, and turned around and walked away.

An Yi breathed a sigh of relief. She is now trying to make a living from Wu Jing, and she is even more interested in learning from Wu Jing. Even if she cannot please Mrs. Tan, she should not let Mrs. Tan hate her.

"Who taught us?" Chen Zhishan was playing with the slingshot wholeheartedly, and did not notice the blink of an eye between the two.

"Of course I'm asking me, the uncle of the Zhou family. This thing is carried by him, and he will definitely do it." An Yi glanced at the door accidentally, and saw Xue holding a cradle in her arms, running in with a panic on her face. Old Mrs. An followed closely behind and said in a hoarse voice: "Aunt Wu! Help!"

An Yi was frightened and hurriedly opened the umbrella to meet her to cover Xue and Maomao, and said quickly: "What's going on?"

Xue's hair and clothes were soaked in the rain, her face was white and her mouth was black, and she just hugged the maomao in her arms tightly, shaking it in, unable to say a word. Old Mrs. An was pretty good, and although she was so anxious that she changed her expression, she could say the complete sentence: "Hurry up, go and invite Aunt Wu, Maomao is sick!"

An Yi looked over and saw that Maomao's face was blue and purple, and there was white foam on her lips. She didn't move, as if she was not breathing. She was so scared that her heart trembled. She hurriedly called Chen Zhishan, and Chen Zhishanfei also went inside to invite Wu Jing. When Wu Jing came out, An Yi had already brought Xue and Old Lady An into the room.

Wu Jing signaled to Xue: "Unlock the swaddling clothes, put the child on the couch and show me, and tell me about the passing."

Xue was shaking his hands and feet, and he just said repeatedly: "He was asleep alone just now. I heard him crying and thought he was hungry and planned to feed him. But when he went in, he saw his face blue and purple, his hands and feet were twitching, and his crying was gone..."

Old Mrs. An thought she was not saying it well, so she pushed forward and said loudly: "The eyes were turned white and she vomited white foam. I couldn't pinch the person even if I tried hard..."

At this time, An Baoliang also received the letter, rushed over, squeezed in front of Wu Jing and bowed, begging Wu Jing to save his only son whom he had finally obtained. After talking about his condition, Old Lady An blamed Xue for not taking care of the child. Xue began to cry, and the clinic was full of quarrels, but Maomao's swaddle clothes had not yet been opened.

When An Yi saw Wu Jing frowning, she was very irritable and unhappy but desperately endured her. She hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Old Mrs. An aside, replaced Xue and opened Maomao's cradle to Wu Jing. She told Xue not to cry first, and then stopped An Baoliang: "Auntie will do her best, don't yell at me to affect my aunt's medical treatment."

An Baoliang suddenly understood, glared at Old Lady An, and said in a deep voice: "I am sick when I am sick. This is the time to tell who is right and who is wrong? Is she happy to be like this?"

Old Mrs. An was very dissatisfied and wanted to say something else. Seeing Wu Jingli ignored her and asked Xue only if she had something to do. Everyone around looked at her with a look of "looking at the evil mother-in-law". She couldn't help but feel depressed and finally fell silent.

Wu Jing saw Maomao and said, "This is a convulsion in children. I want to apply an injection to untie his clothes first, and then be careful not to let him move."

As soon as he saw the row of silver needles coming out, Xue and An Baoliang turned their faces involuntarily. An Yi sighed, untied Maomao's clothes quickly, held his head, hands, and signaled Old Lady An to help support her feet.

"If the convulsion is not treated in time and the attack lasts too long, I am afraid that it will cause epilepsy to suffer for life. I will teach you some simple methods to respond to the emergency." Wu Jing took the needle neatly and pierced it into each acupoint of Mao Mao in turn: "Acupuncture, Hegu, Shixuan, Neiguan, Yongquan... You are at home, if he gets sick again, remember not to hold him in his arms, put him flat, untie his clothes and quilt, be careful not to hold his breath or choke. Do you remember?"

Everyone in the An family was worried about their problems, and they were anxious and worried. They just stared at the child or cried. They didn't remember what she said or did. Only An Baoliang said randomly: "Anyway, I have to rely on Aunt Wu to rejuvenate and save him."

Wu Jing knew that no one remembered it at first sight, and it was unreliable. She couldn't help but sigh helplessly. However, An Yi remembered everything, even Wu Jing had pricked Maomao. Seeing that Maomao calmed down and her symptoms improved a lot, she agreed and said, "Aunt, I remember everything."

Wu Jing was just trying to teach them the easiest way, and did not want to teach acupuncture points. Because she saw An Yi's eyes lingering at the place where the silver needle was stabbed. When she remembered what Mrs. Tan said to her before, she couldn't help but feel a little moved and asked, "What should I do? Which one do I need to do?"

"You can't hold it when you are sick. You should put it flat and tilt your head, untie your clothes and quilts, be careful not to hold your breath or choke." An Yi pointed to the acupoints pierced by the silver needle and said: "Another acupuncture, Hegu, Shixuan, Neiguan, Yongquan... It's just my aunt, I don't know how to apply the acupuncture." After saying that, it was the acupoints, and the order was never wrong.

He turned out to be a talented person! Wu Jing couldn't help but exclaim in secret, lowered her eyes and pulled out the needle, and said lightly: "You can learn if you don't understand. You are in this clinic every day. Can you have less opportunities? Okay, wrap it and pick it up, I'll prescription."

Looking at Maomao who was breathing smoothly and with a calm face, Xue and others were so excited that they didn't know what to do. They just hugged the child tightly in their arms and kept thanking Wu Jing. An Yi quickly took water from the corner of the house, took a towel and a handkerchief to serve Wu Jing to wash his hands, rolled up her sleeves and spread paper to grind ink so that Wu Jing could prescribe the prescription.

After a while, Wu Jing prescribed a prescription and reminded him: "If you are young, you don't have good medicine. You need to boil it thickly. Three meals a day, and take it for six days."

An Yi handed the prescription to An Baoliang, meaning that if An Baoliang had money, he should take the opportunity to pay the medical expenses he owed to Wu Jing, otherwise there would be no place to put his face. Who would have thought that An Baoliang had seen the prescription and pointed to a place in the prescription with a slightly changed face and said, "Aunt Wu, this antelope horn cannot be replaced?"

(There is an additional update today, see you at 5 pm)
Chapter completed!