Qi Yuanshan came very quickly, almost running all the way with Zhang Xiyue. The village was not big, and it only took a few minutes to get here.
"Xiao Le!"
When he got closer, Qi Yuanshan gasped and put the wooden medical box on his back beside him, quickly opened it, and asked: "What's going on?"
"Cough syncope!"
Fang Le was still pinching Zhang Dunhe and did not look back. He subconsciously asked: "Have you brought the silver needle?"
"Bring it!"
"Needle!"
As soon as Fang Le stretched out his hand, Qi Yuanshan subconsciously took out the needle bag from the box, opened it, and placed it next to Fang Le.
Although this body belongs to Fang Le, his soul has become Fang Yuezhang. Before his rebirth, Fang Yuezhang was already the deputy director of the emergency department of Jiangzhou Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. He is a proper front-line doctor with high standards and high professional titles.
He was very capable, so Fang Le naturally had no intention of asking Qi Yuanshan at this moment.
After receiving the silver needle, Fang Le began to apply the needle. In just a few minutes, the comatose Zhang Dunhe faintly woke up.
"Uh, shush!"
Zhang Dunhe let out a long gasp, and his whole body seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.
"The phlegm is turbid and the liver yang transforms into wind. I will give you a prescription and remember it."
Everyone else around was a little stunned. Even Qi Yuanshan was shocked by Fang Le's acupuncture technique. The only one who responded the most promptly was Zhang Xiyue. She had quickly taken out a pen and paper from Qi Yuanshan's medical box.
"90 grams of raw astragalus, 30 grams of Codonopsis pilosula..."
Fang Le told me a prescription, then took it from Zhang Xiyue and checked it again to confirm that it was correct, and then handed it to Zhang Xiyue again: "Take three doses according to the prescription... then see Grandpa Qi for a follow-up consultation."
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As he spoke, Fang Le realized that this was not Jiangzhongyuan.
"Come, let me take a look!"
Qi Yuanshan took the prescription from Zhang Xiyue and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more delighted he became: "Xiao Le, your college experience is really not in vain. Your level is better than mine."
Qi Yuanshan's level is actually not low, but he is self-taught after all, so there is still a big gap compared to Fang Le.
Qi Yuanshan was surprised by Fang Le's prescription when he saved himself before. This time, Qi Yuanshan's eyes were filled with joy.
Qi Yuanshan's father is an old Chinese medicine doctor, but Qi Yuanshan didn't learn much from him, and his family suffered. Qi Yuanshan relied on self-study, and his level was far behind his father, but Qi Yuanshan was obsessed with Chinese medicine.
In any case, Fang Le had studied medicine with Qi Yuanshan before. Seeing that Fang Le was better than him, Qi Yuanshan was not jealous, but felt relieved, as if his child had surpassed him.
"No matter how high your level is, you are still a consumptive ghost. Take jujube pills!"
Cousin-in-law Jiang Qiu'e, who was leaning against her room door to watch the excitement, snorted angrily.
"Who told you that this disease is hopeless?"
Zhang Xiyue was about to fight back, but Qi Yuanshan spoke with a cold face.
"Xiao Le has recovered now. As long as he takes good care of himself, he may be cured in a year or two. What kind of tuberculosis ghost is this?"
Qi Yuanshan was older and a doctor. It could be said that everyone in the village went to Qi Yuanshan for medical treatment. Qi Yuanshan scolded him, and even Jiang Qiu'e, who was usually a bit unreasonable, did not dare to talk back.
"Uncle Qi, do you think this disease can be cured?"
Zhang Dunhe, who was beside him, had already recovered somewhat. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask.
If Fang Le is not a tuberculosis ghost and the disease can still be cured, then this son-in-law is not bad, he is a college student.
These days, for a rural girl to find a college student, it is no less important than later generations to seek out a wealthy family.
Not only Zhang Dunhe, but also Jiang Qiu'e also looked over, wanting to know whether what Qi Yuanshan said was true or false.
Whether Fang Le's illness can be cured or not is closely related. Not only Zhang Dunhe is worried about it, but Jiang Qiu'e is also worried about it.
If you die, it will be over. What is there to care about a dying person, let alone an infectious disease, but if he doesn't die...
When someone recovers from his illness and he is still a college student, if he treats someone like this, won’t he not be able to take advantage of him at all in the future?
"Grandpa Qi, do you think Fang Le him...can he get better?"
Zhang Xiyue was also so excited that her eyes were red.
Among the people present, the one who cares most about Fang Le is naturally Zhang Xiyue. She is willing to marry a consumption ghost who is poor and sick and doesn't know how many days he can live. That is really true love.
"You don't even need to ask me about this, just ask Xiaole and you will know."
Qi Yuanshan glanced at Fang Le and said: "Xiao Le's current level is higher than mine. If he hadn't prescribed the prescription for himself, I might have made a big mistake."
"Fang Le, can your disease really be cured?"
Zhang Xiyue asked Fang Le excitedly.
"Well, it can be good!"
Fang Le nodded, and smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Zhang Xiyue's eyes: "I want to give you a real wedding."
Fang Le naturally has no memory of the previous ceremony. She said she was his daughter-in-law, but there was no wedding ceremony or certificate issued. What's going on?
Such a good girl, Fang Le naturally has to take good care of her.
If the previous life can be regarded as the previous life, then the only thing that makes Fang Le feel comforted by all the things in this life is that there is such a girl beside him to take care of him.
"dad!"
Zhang Xiyue's brother Zhang Xiping looked back at his father and was a little undecided.
Is this still a big deal?
Zhang Dunhe was not in good health, but his mind was spinning fast. With a roll of his eyes, he said to Fang Le: "Fang Le, although my Xiaoyue held a ceremony with you, I have said something ugly in front of you. You can't touch me for three years."
Our Xiaoyue, if you are fine in three years, I will recognize you as my son-in-law. If something happens to you, our Xiaoyue will not be a widow for you."
"dad!"
Zhang Xiyue immediately became anxious. What did you say?
"fine!"
Fang Le pulled Zhang Xiyue, protected Zhang Xiyue behind him, smiled and said to Zhang Dunhe: "I promise you."
After all, he is Zhang Xiyue's father, and Fang Le understands Zhang Dunhe's conditions and his dissatisfaction just now.
Not to mention Zhang Dunhe, even if it were Fang Le himself, if he had a daughter, he would not be able to bear the thought of marrying a dying man and being a widow.
Tuberculosis was a disease that Fang Le had encountered and cured in his previous life, but in this day and age, quite a few people had died from this disease. Rural people were afraid of this disease, and Fang Le also expressed his understanding.
"Okay, let's make an agreement then."
Zhang Dunhe said: "You are a leader, you must keep your word."
Zhang Dunhe was very smart in his calculations. If Fang Le was not good, he would basically not be able to do anything to his daughter. This disease was contagious, and his daughter was still a young girl, so she would have been a nanny for the Fang family for three years.
If Fang Le's illness can be cured, he will gain a college student son-in-law, which is a good deal no matter how you calculate it.
"I, Fang Le... speak naturally and keep my words."
Fang Le was so happy that Fang Han and Long Yaxin's son couldn't be any worse.
"There's another thing about that!"
This time Zhang Dunhe's voice was weaker and he seemed a little less confident.
"dad!"
Zhang Xiyue shouted.
"you say."
Fang Le said calmly.
"Well, I received a betrothal gift from Feng Laosan a few days ago, and I have already used it for some family matters."
Zhang Dunhe looked at Fang Le with some embarrassment.
"Dad, how could you do this?"
Zhang Xiyue suddenly became anxious. Feng Laosan's son was a second-rate son.
"Okay, I understand, don't worry, leave it to me."
Fang Le still nodded happily.
"That's okay, that's okay."
This time Zhang Dunhe was completely speechless.
"Let's go!"
Now that the words were clear, Zhang Dunhe did not stay, turned around and left. No matter whether Fang Le was okay or not, he was not okay at the moment, so it was better to stay away.
As Zhang Dunhe and his family left, the people watching the excitement at the door gradually dispersed, leaving only Fang Le, Zhang Xiyue, Qi Yuanshan and Jiang Qiu'e across the courtyard in the yard.
"Xiao Le."
Jiang Qiu'e had a shy face and said happily to the other party with a smile: "Sister-in-law is actually just a sharp mouth and a tofu heart. Don't take it to heart."
At this time, Jiang Qiu'e's mentality also changed. Zhang Dunhe was willing to take a gamble, and Jiang Qiu'e was naturally willing as well.
"Ahem, bah!"
Fang Le coughed and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of Jiang Qiu'e. Jiang Qiu'e was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated into the house and quickly took out a broom and shovel. Anyone with common sense knew that the phlegm spit by tuberculosis patients was the source of infection.
Zhang Dunhe, is it because Fang Le is doing it for Zhang Xiyue's sake, Jiang Qiu'e?
Who is it?
I don’t know you at all.
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