Chapter 1623

What children spit out is dark.

It looks more like a mixture of Cinnamon Twig ash and medicine just fed in.

However, there was some yellow and green mucus in these mixtures. I didn't know whether it was gastric juice or something, sending out a stench.

While wiping the child's mouth, the shopkeeper flustered and said, "Miss Duanmu, this thing spit out as soon as it was fed in. It doesn't work at all. What should I do?"

Duanmuya didn't answer. She took the basin to receive the filth and watched the things carefully.

"Er!"

Seeing Duanmu yawang's action, the shopkeeper and his wife were stunned. They all felt the stench unbearable. She even took it to see

Duanmu yawang looked for a while, learned about the situation, looked at the child, took some cinnamon charcoal, turned it into ash again, and then added medicine.

This time, she made a whole bowl.

Seeing that the child was calmer, she pulled out the silver needle for the child and said to the shopkeeper, "continue to feed him."

"Ah?"

The shopkeeper looked at his son's face full of pain. Almost nothing he had just eaten remained in his stomach. He immediately hesitated.

"What are you? You should do what Miss Duanmu says." the shopkeeper's wife is very decisive. She picked up the bowl and said to the shopkeeper, "help liang'er up and I'll feed him."

"OK."

The shopkeeper bit his teeth and did it.

So a bowl of mixture was fed to the child.

Duanmuya looked at the situation of the child and began to make a bowl of spare again.

After the second bowl of mixture was fed to the child, the child vomited faster. She had just prepared it, and the child over there began to nausea and vomiting.

This spit out a lot more than what was fed in before.

And it stinks even worse.

This time, there was more yellow and green mucus in addition to the dark things.

It is worth noting that there are small pieces of mucus.

Duanmu yawang didn't dislike it either. He took out a piece from the embroidered bag and stirred it to check the filth in the basin.

"Oh!"

The thing is really smelly. The little white deer, who was still practicing obediently on one side, covered his mouth and ran out of the door. While running, he said, "sister, I'll go out and have a rest. I can't help it."

"Yes."

Duanmu Ya looked at her face and said, "keep feeding a bowl."

The shopkeeper's wife was gently wiping the child's mouth. The child was about to collapse just now. His face was very pale. Even if he fell asleep, his eyes were constantly crying.

She was so distressed that her eyes were red and tears kept falling from her eyes.

The shopkeeper looked at him and wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything. He followed him with red eyes.

As a mother, Duanmu yawang's words came out. The shopkeeper's wife straightened her spine, wiped tears, nodded, took a bowl and continued to feed the children the dark mixture.

The shopkeeper held the child nearby and asked Duanmu yawang, "Miss Duanmu, what's the use of feeding these things so often?"

"I'll soon know if it works."

Duanmu yawang didn't say much.

When the third bowl of mixture went down, the child almost vomited and collapsed, but there was more yellow and green mucus.

Duanmuya looked at the filth, and there was nothing she wanted to see.

Her eyes sank, which was somewhat divorced from her guess.

She looked at the table and saw that the cinnamon ash had been used up.

She asked, "shopkeeper, do you still have cinnamon wood?"

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, "there's more."

"Keep burning wood ash."

"Do you want to continue?" the shopkeeper looked at his son who vomited almost powerless and couldn't help hesitating.

"Go!"

The shopkeeper's wife did not allow the shopkeeper to hesitate and said angrily, "don't you want to save your son?"

"Yes, but..."

"Now that there is a way, try it whether it works or not!" the shopkeeper's wife said indisputably, "what if we can really save it? Are you willing to let our son miss the possibility of living?"

Why doesn't she love her child? It's just that when she gets sick, she will suffer. Now her soft heart will only harm her son!

"Madam, I'm wrong. I'll go."

The shopkeeper felt confused, slapped himself and hurried to prepare.

After the shopkeeper left, Duanmu yawang continued to give the children silver needles. The shopkeeper's wife was afraid that these filth would smoke Duanmu yawang. She was about to pour out the things with a basin.

Duanmuya looked and stopped her: "madam, put it at the door and don't pour it first."

"Don't you pour it?" the shopkeeper's wife was surprised. "It's no use keeping these things?"

"I'll study it later. Put it outside the door first. If you're afraid of smoking everyone, take a clean basin into the room again."

"OK."

The shopkeeper's wife naturally listened to her. She took the filth to the corridor and put it, so she went to get the clean basin again.

Duanmu yawang finished giving the child a silver needle and ran to the door to continue to check what filth.

The little white deer didn't go far. It was dark outside. In addition, it was a strange place. He couldn't go far. Holding his small nose, he hid on one side and looked at Duanmu yawang's action. He couldn't help but dislike it: "sister, don't you feel sick?"

"How about nausea?" she thought she had seen something more disgusting.

"You really can bear it." the little white deer pinched his nose and said wrongly, "I really can't smell that... Oh, it's disgusting. No, I can't. I'll go far..."

With that, Baba ran away. After a while, he felt that it was not enough. He vacated himself and went to the roof.

There's enough fresh air on the roof. He's more comfortable now.

Duanmu yawang was too lazy to take care of him. He looked at those filth and tried to find a way.

If you can, in fact, she would like to take some of those filth out and look under the microscope. However, it takes too much time to do so. After all, it must be treated under the microscope.

There is still a lot of work to do.

She has only one night to do this.

"Miss Duanmu, it's really hard for you." the shopkeeper's wife took a new basin and came back. She saw Duanmu yawang still looking at the filth that she felt disgusted. She looked very serious while meditating.

She couldn't help being moved.

These days, she invited doctors to see her child every day. However, many doctors smelled the smell in the room, hurriedly gave the child a pulse, said two sighs, shook their head and left with a little money.

Those doctors, mostly men, looked calm and wise.

However, now it seems that no one has medical ethics.

Miss Duanmu, what a woman can stand, but they can't.

"It's nothing hard." Duanmu yawang waved and said to the shopkeeper's wife, "the child vomites too much. Feed him some salt water. Don't be too salty or too much."

In the case of children, feeding too much water is not suitable.

"OK."

The shopkeeper's wife nodded and carried the basin into the room.

The shopkeeper's wife fed her son and drank the salt water. As soon as she was about to clean up the leftovers on the table, Duanmu yawang hurried in from the outside.

The shopkeeper's wife was afraid that she was tired and wanted to pour her a glass of water. Duanmu yawang took off her embroidered bag and kept taking out medicine from it. Without looking up, she said, "thank you, madam. Put it first and I'll drink it later."

"OK."

The shopkeeper's wife saw that she was so serious and didn't bother her, so she sat by the bed and looked at her son.

Duanmu yawang took out the medicine and re prepared the medicine.

In fact, it is not a re modulation, that is, on the basis of the original prescription, three or four drugs are subtracted, two new drugs are added, and the proportion of drug components is readjusted.

She had just adjusted the new medicine, and the shopkeeper just came in with the burnt cinnamon wood ash.

Duanmu yawang picked it up and added a new medicine to the Cinnamon Twig ash.

She did all this and pulled out the silver needle for the child again before the shopkeeper's wife fed the child.

This time, the child drank it and began to tremble and want to vomit in less than a minute.

However, he couldn't spit out for a moment and a half. His body kept shaking, his face turned white and sweated, his small mouth had no color at all, and his whole state was somewhat wrong.

"Ah!"

The so-called mother and son are concentric. The shopkeeper's wife's heart is cold. She exclaimed and rushed over: "liang'er!"