Chapter 1619

Braised shark's fin belly with abalone and ginseng?

The little white deer hasn't eaten these things for a long time. It seems that the people in the high area are really rich. They even entertain guests with such good things.

Duanmu yawang's face was as usual. The shopkeeper was a little nervous and put his hands uneasily on his thighs. "Miss Duanmu, can I watch next to you when you treat?"

"Yes."

When Duanmu yawang said this, he began to take out the silver needle and asked, "shopkeeper, is there a bathroom near here?"

"Yes." the shopkeeper was embarrassed when she mentioned this. He pointed in a direction and said, "there is a compartment next to it, just behind the screen. There is a bathroom with a bath bucket in it."

Duanmuya nodded and said, "go and boil some boiling water and hot water."

"There is hot water in the kitchen at night." the shopkeeper immediately stood up and asked carefully, "how much hot water does Miss Duanmu want?"

Duanmu yawang said, "just enough boiled water for the child to take medicine. If you don't want tea, you should have boiled water. It's best to carry two or three barrels of hot water and wipe the child's body carefully."

The shopkeeper thought Duanmu yawang wanted to bathe. Unexpectedly, she wanted her children to bathe.

The shopkeeper immediately hesitated, "Miss Duanmu, every time the child wipes his body with water, he will itch and lose his skin. Liang'er has been itching and crying..."

"If you take the medicine, you won't." Duanmu yawang said formally, "the yellow on the child can still be washed away a little, right?"

"Yes, yes." the shopkeeper nodded again and again. The child didn't really get so yellow after taking a bath every time, but the discomfort after taking a bath made them basically dare not take a bath for the child.

No one looks far away at the pain of children. Children can suffer less, and their parents can be happy.

Therefore, the children didn't want to take a bath, so they let him.

"Go ahead. You'd better bring the hot water quickly."

"OK."

The shopkeeper left in a hurry.

Duanmu yawang took out the medicine and began to make the potion as before.

The little white deer was bored in every way and said, "sister, why hasn't Mr. Xiao come back? Didn't he say he would come back today? It's dark now."

"Maybe something has been delayed." Duanmu yawang doesn't care about whether Xiao Wuzheng is back today.

After all, Xiao Wuzheng is such a big man. With such strength, nothing will happen.

The little white deer pouted, "sister, I'm bored."

"If you're bored, practice." duanmuya looked down to deal with her own affairs, frowned and didn't have a good way: "tell me about you, how long have you not practiced well?"

The little white deer choked.

Suddenly he wanted to hit himself in the mouth. Well, why did he mention this?

Duanmu yawang felt that he had indulged the little white deer too much. He didn't stop his movements and squinted at him: "it's been several months. You haven't entered sleep, that is to say, you haven't grown a little for several months. You've been a little fart all the time. How nice of you?"

"Ah, well, well, I practice. I'll practice now!"

To say that the little white deer has no trouble at all. To say what worries him, it is the matter of growing up and growing tall.

He lived for thousands of years at the source of the Spirit Lake before he took shape. Then he came out here for so long and slept once. Fortunately, the immortals were disillusioned. Otherwise, if he was still on the edge of the source of the Spirit Lake, he would be ridiculed by everyone!

"If you want to practice, hurry to settle down." Duanmu yawang didn't have a good way: "the real cultivator has to race against time. What are you like?"

"Good, good."

The little white deer almost dared not say anything. He found a corner and began to practice meditation without being affected by others.

The shopkeeper came back quickly. There were not many people in his family, so he looked like two or three. He and two young men came in with a large bucket of water, while the shopkeeper's wife came with a pot of boiling water.

The shopkeeper asked, "Miss Duanmu, what should I do next?"

Duanmu yawang said, "first pour a cup of boiling water to cool down. Now I'm still bathing for you immediately. After bathing, I just take medicine."

"OK."

The shopkeeper did it quickly and wanted to bathe the child.

The shopkeeper's wife was worried and said, "what should you do if you hurt liang'er accidentally? I'd better go back to the Inn and see if there's anything else you need to do."

"Liang'er is like this. I'm not in the mood to be busy with the inn." the shopkeeper didn't have a good way: "several people in the inn look fine."

As soon as the shopkeeper's wife heard this, she didn't say anything. Duanmu Ya looked at her and said, "don't dress the child after bathing."

"OK."

The couple didn't know what Duanmu yawang was going to do, so they nodded and took the child in their arms to bathe the child.

Duanmu yawang didn't look. She soaked the silver needle in the liquid medicine, began to take out other medicine, prepared it the same, and began to grind it into powder.

When she was doing these things, she heard the hoarse cry of a child from the compartment not far away, "pain, mother, pain, don't bathe, don't bathe..."

The shopkeeper's wife estimated that she was distressed for her son, and her voice choked: "it's going to be fine soon. Liang Er can bear it, and it won't smell after washing..."

Duanmu yawang sighed, looked at the little white deer and saw that he was still seriously practicing in the corner, but he was not affected at all.

The shopkeeper and his wife were not willing to let their children suffer. After bathing the children in twos and threes, they wiped the children clean and carried them back to bed.

The sleeping child was awakened. At this moment, his tender face was wrinkled after bathing, and the yellow on his body faded, but he was itching and rolling on the bed.

The story teller and his wife looked at Duanmu yawang at the bedside at a loss.

Duanmu yawang said, "bring water."

"Ah!"

The shopkeeper answered and hurried to bring some cold boiled water. Duanmu yawang took it and said, "hold the child's hand and I'll feed him medicine."

The couple did it.

Duanmu yawang fed several pills to the child.

After eating, the child still kept crying. After a while, his voice was hoarse.

It's so sad.

Others can't bear to listen.

The shopkeeper's wife looked at her with red eyes. The shopkeeper hugged her, and the husband and wife relied on each other.

Duanmuya looked at it, took back her sight, took out a bottle of potion, made the prepared powder into powder water, handed it to the shopkeeper's wife and said, "apply it to the child's skin."

"Yes."

The shopkeeper's wife wiped her tears and hurriedly took the medicine dish in Duanmu yawang's hand and sat down by the bed.

At this time, she found that the child gradually calmed down, breathed lightly, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

The shopkeeper's wife was shocked, "Miss Duanmu, my son's skin hurts and itches after bathing. Generally, he has to cry for a few hours. Now how..."

Duanmu yawang said, "the medicine you take can relieve pain and itch, and also calm your nerves. He just slept. It's no big deal. Don't worry, madam."

"OK."

The shopkeeper's wife was relieved and carefully painted powder and water for her children.

When she was painting, Duanmu yawang flattened the child's body, holding a soaked silver needle and inserting it into the child's abdomen one by one.

As soon as the silver needle was wiped down, it quickly turned yellow at the speed visible to the naked eye.

The shopkeeper's wife used to fill the children with powder and water. She was surprised to see this.

The shopkeeper nervously rubbed his palms and couldn't help asking Duanmu yawang: "Miss Duanmu, do you know the cause of my son's disease?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang answered and put down the needle. At the same time, he also pulled out the dirty silver needle. While focusing on the things in his hand, he replied, "how many thousand foot centipedes live in your son's stomach."

The shopkeeper was surprised. "This, how is this possible? What's that? There has never been a thousand foot centipede in our street!"

Although he didn't know what the centipede was, the centipede was a frightening thing.

"In fact, it's true." Duanmu yawang said faintly: "this kind of millipede is yellow and lives on eating human gastric juice. However, their food intake is very small. Generally, they won't notice it. After a long time, all kinds of symptoms will come out."

The shopkeeper was confused, "various symptoms?"