"We have also prepared some gifts for the Moon Festival. Can we take them back with you now?" Madam Su was also amused.
"Okay, I'll pretend to have forgotten it during the Moon Festival, and I can ask my grandmother for a gift." Mingruo joked with Mrs. Su.
"Haha, this girl is really a ghost." Mrs. Su held Mingruo's hand.
"Mom, look what delicious food Ruo'er has brought for you." Mrs. Su Er opened the food box and was quite surprised by what was inside.
"Bring it to me and see what kind of food it is that makes you feel strange."
I saw Mrs. Su Er taking out two plates of snacks from the food box, rose cakes and chicken fir cakes. On the bottom layer of the food box were crystal cakes and hemp cakes.
"It's the Sisu pastry from the border town. I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I'm curious about this one." Mrs. Su picked up a piece of rose pastry and ate it in small bites, "Well, that's the taste."
"My aunt said you liked this, so I bought some." Mingruo stood up and opened another food box, "Grandpa, look at what this is."
"Huh? That braised pork chop opposite the dim sum shop!" The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. "With this dish, I can have two more drinks for lunch."
"This is made according to the recipe given by the owner of the braised meat shop. It is probably different from what is sold in the store." Mingruo had a psychological shadow about the braised meat shop, and finally let Lithospermum cook according to the recipe given by the boss.
When it was marinated last night, it smelled quite fragrant.
"Ruo'er is really thoughtful. I know my grandfather is good at this, hahaha." Listening to the old man's hearty laughter, Mingruo felt dazed for a while. Every time she came home in her previous life, no matter what gift she brought to her grandfather, he would always give it to her.
Smiling so heartily.
After having lunch at the Duke's Mansion, Prince Yun's exclusive car carried the gifts from the Duke's Mansion and returned to the palace. Mingruo and Si Haochen rode a low-key carriage to a medicine hall.
The carriage first dropped Mingruo at the door of the back house, and then went around to the medicine hall to unload the goods. Si Haochen put his arms around his wife's waist and climbed over the wall directly into the yard.
As soon as the two of them landed, Wei Qing rushed over with two guards. Seeing that the person coming was Mingruo, he quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "My boss."
Si Haochen raised his eyebrows slightly, the nursing home hired by his wife was not bad.
"It's okay, you can go and do your work." Mingruo waved to Wei Qing and the others with some embarrassment.
"Yes." Wei Qing took his little brother and left, while Ming Ruo walked toward the backyard along the shade.
"Master, you are here." Nan Xingxing hurriedly ran over from the moon cave door in the backyard of the medicine hall.
"Well, where's your master?" We haven't seen each other for a few months, and Nan Xing has grown a lot taller, which makes Ming Ruo envious.
"Master, the apprentice is here." Although Lao Shen is over sixty, his legs and feet are very nimble, and he is only a little slower than Nan Xing.
"Are you going out for a wedding banquet?" Ming Ruo looked at Lao Shen's outfit, with a robe sprinkled with gold and pine flowers, and a jasper hairpin. It looked like an old cucumber painted green.
"No..." Shen Cong stretched out the robe on his body. This is a piece of clothing cut from the fabric you asked Miss A Yuan to bring back. I just put it on today.
"I didn't realize it, but you are quite fancy. I brought back so many fabrics, and you chose this piece..." The color of the material looks like the style from Xikang. Ming Ruo bought it with the intention of making tents and curtains.
Tablecloths and the like.
"Hehe... I see they don't choose this one. It's a waste to leave it alone..." Lao Shen also worked hard to make himself look younger.
Nan Xing lowered his head silently. Master, must he be telling lies? Master was obviously the one who picked him first.
"As long as you are happy." Mingruo did not comment on the old apprentice's dressing sense.
A Yuan brought sour plum soup and watermelon, and they sat in the living room eating and chatting.
When Lao Shen talked about the business of the medicine hall, he immediately became excited and said: "Master, our medicine hall is very famous in the imperial capital. There are many dignitaries, even the imperial doctors, who come to our place for treatment.
And the poison-removing ointment is selling well. Now we have to send goods to Xunshui City twice a month to sell enough..."
Mingruo nodded and expressed satisfaction: "Everyone has worked hard, and I will give you a big red envelope on the Moon Festival."
"Master gave them to us during the Chinese New Year." Nan Xing scratched the back of his head.
"Will the red envelope bite your hand?" Shen Cong slapped Nan Xing on the forehead and said with a flattering look on his face, "The elders are kind to you, don't forget to give out the red envelope."
"..." Mingruo wanted to cover her eyes and refused to admit that this was her apprentice.
"Doctor Shen, there is a patient who is about to expire. Please go and have a look." The man who took the medicine hurriedly came in from outside.
"Master, please rest first, I'll go take a look." Lao Shen said and went to the medicine hall.
Mingruo heard that the patient was about to die, and was afraid that Old Shen wouldn't be able to handle it, so he got up and went to the bedroom to change into men's clothes. As soon as he painted his eyebrows, he heard Nan Xing knock on the door: "Master, go and have a look. That man's throat is severely swollen. I’m going to be suffocated to death…”
"Okay." Ming Ruo straightened her clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and followed Nan Xing to the medicine hall.
As soon as Mingruo entered the clinic, he saw a well-dressed old lady whose whole face was bruised. Mingruo put on a mask and asked the old lady to open her mouth. The examination revealed that acute laryngitis had caused laryngeal edema.
"Master, what should we do? Even if you use Qingyan Powder, it is impossible to reduce the swelling in one go." Shen Cong glared at the old woman's son, "Why didn't you treat him earlier, and why did you wait like this?"
"My mother has indeed had a sore throat for several days. She also asked the doctor to see her. After changing the medicine several times, it was not effective. She suddenly lost her breath this afternoon..." The old woman's son was stared at by Shen Cong, which made his spine shiver. , they had long wanted to come to a medicine hall for medical treatment, but the mother did not want to go out, and the doctor at the medicine hall did not come to see a doctor. What could he do?
"Old Shen, please disinfect this old lady's neck, and we will do a cricothyrotomy next." Mingruo asked someone to put the old lady on the diagnosis and treatment bed, and told her family members to go outside the screen. waiting.
The old woman's son saw Shen Cong wiping his mother's throat with a cloth soaked in strong alcohol, and heard the young man say "cut". Could it be that he wanted to slit his mother's throat?
"Doctor... what are you doing?" The old woman's son grabbed Shen Cong's sleeve.
Shen Cong said that he actually didn’t know very well either!
The person who answered his question was Mingruo. She gestured with her hands and said: "Make a transverse skin incision about one inch long between the thyroid cartilage and the cricoid cartilage. Cut the cricothyroid membrane to enlarge the incision and insert the cannula. It is used in emergencies. Make sure the patient can breathe."
"If your throat is cut...will you die?" The old woman's son was frightened.
"Based on the current situation, you can't survive without incision..." Mingruo glanced at the man, "Let me treat it this way. You can make up your mind quickly whether it can be cured or not. If you delay it any longer, you won't need to treat it at all."
