Shen Cong quickly picked up the child who was out of breath. When Mingruo saw this, he quickly asked Lao Shen to stand the child up instead of lying on his back.
The child sat up, and his bruised face softened significantly. Mingruo took out the asthma spray and sprayed the child a few times. His breathing gradually became smoother, and the little boy took a breath and cried out.
Mingruo touched the child's head and said, "I cry too much and I will choke again after a while."
The lady quickly took the child into her arms, and while coaxing the child not to cry, she thanked Mingruo: "Thank you very much, young master. I wonder what your surname is?"
"My surname is Ming." Mingruo saw that the child had calmed down and stretched out his hand to check the child's pulse.
"Mr. Ming, I wonder what's going on with Zhe'er? Didn't he catch the wind and cold? Why is he so dangerous?"
Mingruo finished the examination and sat back behind the consultation table: "Master Ling is suffering from allergic asthma, not ordinary wind and cold.
In the yard where the young master lives, are there any flowers blooming recently? Or is there construction work going on? "
The lady couldn't remember it for a moment, but she followed the old lady beside her and said, "Isn't that right? The osmanthus flowers in Dangui Hall are in bloom, and the whole yard is fragrant."
"Oh, that's right." The lady nodded quickly, "Jing Minggong reminded me that it was indeed the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming in the yard that made Zhe'er sick."
"Young Master Ling's illness is a bit difficult. If you don't take good care of it, it may last for the rest of your life."
When the lady heard this, she became anxious and said quickly: "Mr. Ming, just tell me, and we will take good care of him as you said."
"First of all, we must avoid contact with allergens. There should be no flowering plants in the yard where the young master lives. The bedding used in daily life must be dried and replaced frequently. When going to places with many flowers and plants, you must wear a face towel..." Mingruo said some things that should be paid attention to in daily life. , and prescribed medicine again.
"Tell me your name and age." Mingruo said while writing medical records. "Take the medicine on time and come back for a follow-up visit in three days." #@$&
"Zuo Weizhe, three years old." The lady also said that she would return for a follow-up consultation on time. She asked the maid next to her to pay the consultation fee and asked some questions about food and daily life before leaving.
Mingruo told the old apprentice the clinical manifestations, complications, pathological causes, treatment and care of allergic asthma.
Shen Cong took notes in his notebook and said, "I thought this child's pulse was different from ordinary cold, so I wanted you to take a look."
"Children's allergic asthma can be relieved by taking medicines to treat wind-cold and cough, so it is easy to be misdiagnosed." Mingruo also explained some differences in pulse conditions, "The main thing is that we need to have a good diagnosis. I'll give it to you next time." Bring some diagnostic equipment."
Shen Cong's old eyes suddenly became bright: "What kind of utensil is it?"%&(&
"Oh." Shen Cong was already immersed in the excitement that the master was going to pass on the master's secret treasure to him.
Ming Ruo straightened his sleeves and was just about to tell his old apprentice not to be excited when he saw Mr. Zhu supporting Mrs. Zhu into the medicine hall. When he saw Ming Ruo, he quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Doctor Ming."
"Mr. Zhu, there's no need to be polite. I'll take Madam's pulse first." Mingruo pushed the pulse pillow over.
"Okay, Madam, please sit down quickly and let Dr. Ming diagnose your pulse." Mr. Zhu carefully helped Madam Zhu sit down.
Ming Ruo checked her pulse and said: "Mrs. Zhu's fetal condition is very stable. Just eat a reasonable diet, do some exercise, and take good care of her." It is estimated that both Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu attach great importance to this fetus, and they are indeed raising it well.
"Thanks to Dr. Ming for his wonderful rejuvenation." Mr. Zhu said to the butler beside him, "Zhu Shun, bring the things up."
"Yes, sir." Butler Zhu asked the boy to carry two boxes up.
"These are the deer antlers, fritillaries, cistanche deserticola, and some fox skins that our caravan brought back from Beichi. They are better than those bought outside. I hope Dr. Ming will accept them." Mr. Zhu handed over his hand.
"Mr. Zhu is so polite. I'm just here to see a doctor and get medicine. It's really not easy for me to accept such gifts from Mr. Zhu."
"Doctor Ming must accept it. Please take care of Zhuo Jing's fetus, Dr. Ming." Mr. Zhu handed over his hand repeatedly.
"I will definitely take good care of her." Ming Ruo thought for a moment and thought of the snow girl in Beichi who was poisoned last year. It was Mr. Zhu who introduced her to buy the Yiling Pill. "Mr. Zhu is over there in Beichi, does he have a way to do business?"
"I can't talk about connections. I travel a lot, so I know some people." Mr. Zhu was very modest. "If Dr. Ming has any goods he wants, Zhu can ask the caravan to help bring them back."
"I have a friend who has a tea garden at home and wants to sell tea to Beichi." It's difficult to get horses through customs, so it's better to go through Master Zhu's method.
"This tea..." Mr. Zhu felt a little embarrassed, "If we went to Beichi to do tea business in previous years, we would have made some profit, but this year I'm afraid the market will not be as good.
Just after the war, people were not willing to take advantage of money. It is said that there is a Xiliang caravan selling tea bricks there - not only is it better than our Mingqian spring tea, but it also costs no money and can be exchanged for horses.
.Now everyone from princes and nobles to ordinary herdsmen are rushing to buy bricks of tea, not loose tea."
"My friend's tea garden can make tea bricks. If Mr. Zhu is interested in the tea brick business, I can introduce you to him." Ming Ruo smiled innocently.
Tea bricks are in Beichi and are now hard currency. Mr. Zhu has already sensed the business opportunity: "Okay, okay, it would be great if Dr. Ming can recommend it."
"I'll send him a message later and ask him to interview Mr. Zhu."
"Okay, then Zhu will just wait for the good news."
Shen Cong sent Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu away. Mingruo went to the back house to tell Si Haochen while no one was there to see the doctor, and told Si Haochen that he planned to let Mr. Zhu act as an agent for selling tea bricks in Beichi.
"Master Zhu has connections, so it will be much easier for the horses to pass customs. If we have enough horses, we can consider building a horse farm and raising our own war horses." The more Ming Ruo talked about it, the more feasible he felt that this method was possible.
Si Haochen thought for a while, although Li Yi could also get customs clearance documents, but it was not worth risking being caught for such a trivial matter: "This method is feasible, I will send someone to talk to Zhu Yu
Let’s just talk.”
"You and that profiteer Bai Shen should think it over carefully. I can only provide you with an idea. I don't know exactly how to do it." If Mingruo just wants to be a rich salted fish, this kind of labor-intensive work still has to be done.
You just need to be a master at taking the blame.
"Okay." Si Haochen smiled and nodded.
Far away in Nanrong, Bai Shen, who had just straightened out the shipyard, sneezed twice hard under the scorching sun.
Bai Shen rubbed his nose and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "People are already roasted, how can they still catch wind and cold?"
"Maybe Mr. Qin is talking about you." Lu Qiaojiang also wiped his sweat and continued to adjust the telescope in his hand.
