Daan shook his head.

"It's very fragrant, but after two bites, I felt a little nauseous," he said.

Yang Ruoqing's expression became more solemn.

"Are you dizzy?" she asked.

Da'an nodded: "It was a bit bad before, but it's getting better now."

Could it be a minor concussion?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, then put down her chopsticks.

"We'll eat dumplings later. Come on, I'll take you to the front yard to see the old village doctor."

The two siblings rushed to the front yard, just in time to catch the old village doctor coming out of the east room surrounded by Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaan.

Yang Ruoqing glanced over.

Judging from the looks on everyone's faces, Tan should be fine.

The old village doctor warned them as they walked: "...the old lady has to stay in bed and rest. She should not be overjoyed or sad in the near future, and her diet should be light..."

Old Yang nodded repeatedly.

When the old village doctor was escorting the old village doctor past the Yang Ruoqing siblings, Old Yang's face darkened when he saw the Yang Ruoqing siblings.

He withdrew his gaze and led the old village doctor to the entrance of the front yard.

Yang Ruoqing chased after him.

Old Yangtou frowned and scolded Yang Ruoqing in a deep voice: "Your breasts are like this, why don't you stop?"

"I beg you, please go back to your own room and stop hanging around like this!"

Yang Ruoqing thought that Old Yang was just farting.

He walked straight to the old village doctor and bowed respectfully.

"Uncle Village Doctor, please stay and look at my brother Daan's ears!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

The old village doctor nodded.

Yang Ruoqing immediately waved to Daan.

Da'an trotted over, followed by Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Both of them looked nervous.

Seeing this, Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered his previous promise, and Old Liang blushed slightly.

He stood aside in silence and put the dry tobacco stick into his mouth.

My ears were perked up to listen to the diagnosis here.

Yang Ruoqing pushed Daan to the old village doctor, who leaned down and diagnosed Daan...

Soon, the diagnosis results came out.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't imitate the old village doctor's dialect interpretation.

But she probably understood the meaning, and it was pretty much what she guessed.

Just a mild concussion.

"I'll prescribe the 'Clear Brain Stasis Decoction' later and get more rest. It should be fine..." the old village doctor finally said.

When Yang Huazhong and Sun heard this, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ruoqing is still worried.

A concussion may easily leave sequelae.

If her brother was so young and suffered from hearing loss, she would really cut off Yang Huamei's ear with a knife!

Over there, Yang Huazhong and his wife thanked the old Chinese doctor profusely.

Mrs. Sun wanted to go back to the house to get the consultation fee, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"Mom, didn't I say that before? Da'an's medical fee will be calculated together with the nurse's."

"Master, am I remembering correctly?" She turned around and asked Lao Yangtou, who was standing nearby smoking a dry cigarette.

Old Yang came back to his senses, and his face turned blue and white.

He nodded and said to Yang Hua'an: "You will bring Da'an's medicine back later!"

After seeing off the old village doctor, Yang Huazhong's family also returned to their house.

After working on it for most of the day, it looked like it was already noon.

Their stomachs were empty and they were almost exhausted.

Yang Ruoqing brought them two bowls of dumplings and forced them to eat them.

Then, she asked Daan to lie down on the bed.

She sat sideways next to him, soaking the veil with hot and cold water.

Apply it to the red and swollen areas repeatedly and alternately...

…

Half an hour later, Yang Huazhou came over with medicine.

"Third brother, third sister-in-law, how is Da'an?"

The man asked as soon as he entered the door.

Yang Huazhong was sitting in a wheelchair, and both Sun and Yang Ruoqing were sitting beside Daan's small bed.

Seeing him come in, Yang Ruoqing made a silencing gesture towards him.

"He kept complaining about pain before, so I applied it to him for a while and he just fell asleep."

Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice.

Yang Huazhou nodded and handed over the medicine in his hand.

"The old village doctor made a concession five times, boiling three bowls of water into one bowl each time, once a day."

Sun was about to reach out to take it, but Yang Ruoqing had already stood up first.

"Mom, you stay with your brother while I cook the medicine!"

Yang Ruoqing said to Sun.

Mrs. Sun nodded and sat back again.

Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhou next to her: "Uncle Wu, please send me some medicine. Please sit down for a while."

"It's okay, Qing'er, go and do your business." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took the medicine bag and turned to the kitchen.

She opened the medicine package and looked at the medicine carefully.

She was an agent in her previous life.

Many people have a very narrow understanding of agents.

When I think of an agent, I think of a killer wearing a tight black leather jacket who kills without blood.

Actually wrong.

An agent in the true sense is a broad concept.

In order to complete the task, it can be varied.

Be with the brutal killers in the underworld.

She can become bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Life is like grass and grass in her eyes.

When with a doctor.

She is the angel in white who competes with death for her life.

With gamblers, she is greedy.

With the painter, she is elegant.

She can stand under the spotlight and enjoy the glory of attention.

She can also hang out in the market, be a philistine, and bargain with others for a handful of chives!

As long as the mission can be completed satisfactorily, this is an agent.

Take the medicinal material in front of you as an example.

In order to complete her mission, she lurked in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for a long time.

They have a general understanding of pharmacy medicinal materials for some common diseases.

She opened the medicine package and carefully checked the medicinal ingredients of the 'Qingnao Quyu Decoction'...

It's not that she doesn't trust the old village doctor.

But she had to handle these imported medicines herself before giving them to her brother.

Purple Orchid, Sichuan Qiong, Hu Ding...

Well, they are all basic medicinal materials used in traditional Chinese medicine for concussion.

Feeling relieved, I started to add water and cook...

Bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

The kitchen was filled with the bitter aroma of the medicinal juice.

Mrs. Sun entered the kitchen.

"Qing'er, you go and have a rest, mother will come and watch."

"It's okay, mother, go and have a rest." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun came over and took the broken banana fan from her hand: "It's better you go, Da'an was talking in his sleep and calling your name earlier."

"It's better if you are here." Sun said, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing quickly got up and went to the next room.

When I came in, I happened to catch up with my father and my fifth uncle asking about Tan's situation.

Yang Huazhou said: "I woke up a long time ago, and my fourth aunt and Mei'er are with me."

"After listening to the old village doctor's words, I stopped being irritable and swearing. But like that, none of us dared to move forward."

"My eldest brother went to get the medicine and came back. He didn't even dare to enter the house, so he sent me to deliver it."

"Dad asked me to come and tell you, Third Brother, that you should not go to the east room in the front yard for the past two days, so as not to irritate mother again..."

Yang Huazhong listened silently for a while, then nodded.

The man's eyes fell on the sleeping Da'an, and the child's face became less swollen.

However, those little brows were still wrinkled together.

In the dream, I didn’t know what I was dreaming about, and I trembled a few times from time to time.
Chapter completed!