Reading through the book: The evil first wife of the first assistant family is a miracle doctor

Ye Qianqian saw Sister Qiao quietly scooping up a few small river shrimps into the basin and running out.

I couldn't help but smile. This kind of shrimp growing in the grass is not easy to raise at home. It will probably turn red in a few days.

She fished out the shrimps with a fishnet, washed them again, then sprinkled them with salt and shredded ginger to marinate them.

Mrs. Liu felt a little disgusted when she saw the big basin of shrimps.

She had fished for this before, and after struggling for a long time, it was better than filling her stomach with wild vegetables.

It doesn't taste good when cooked in plain water, and it requires a lot of oil for frying, which she is reluctant to part with.

Would it be too shabby to do this?

Fortunately, Ye Qianqian started cutting meat again, so she felt relieved.

The potatoes are shredded very finely. Ms. Liu basically eats them stewed. Even if she cuts them, she can only cut them with fingers. She doesn't know how to cut such thin shreds.

Qian Qian was very fast, which made Ms. Liu nervous, fearing that she would cut her finger.

Under Liu's various secret observations, Ye Qianqian prepared all the dishes, and then she poured a lot of oil into the pot.

After the shrimps are coated in flour and deep-fried, the river shrimps become much larger, and a scent immediately spreads in the kitchen, which makes people swallow their saliva.

The golden and crispy river shrimps are just out of the pan, and Ye Qianqian sprinkles a little green onion foam for decoration.

Full color and flavor.

Mrs. Liu was not worried at all and couldn't help but taste one.

"It's so delicious. That's how this thing is made."

Ye Qianqian smiled, thinking that her mother-in-law would not feel sorry for her this time.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were cooking here, but Su Moyang couldn't resist the concern of Chang Song and Bai Lao in the house, and Bai Yi took off the bandage.

Fortunately, Lu Liang was also in the room, so he knew the operation process clearly and was not afraid of Bai Lao asking.

Sure enough, Bai Yi was surprised after taking it apart.

When he heard that Su Moyang was stabbed by a gangster, he thought it was just a flesh wound. Why did it look so scary?

He lay on it, staring at it and studying it for a long time. He was sure, sure, that his belly was sewn up like clothes.

"It really broke my stomach." Chang Song lost his voice.

Bai Yi looked at Lu Liang, his attitude was many times more serious than before.

If you stab your stomach, even a superficial wound can cause someone to bleed to death. Su Moyang is really lucky!

"May I ask Doctor Lu, what is used to sew this? Doesn't it look like sewing thread?"

Lu Liang endured the excitement in his heart and tried to keep his expression calm.

You must know that a famous doctor like Mr. Bai didn't even have a chance to talk to others before.

How could you not be excited to be called a doctor by such a person!

"The catgut is used. Catgut can be absorbed by the body and does not require additional removal of stitches. It is the most suitable."

"So that's it. When I was young, I had the honor to meet the great disciple of the Divine Medical Valley. He said that mulberry thread can be used for suturing, but I didn't know that catgut is more advanced than mulberry thread. Thank you sir for your advice."

"Don't dare." Lu Liang waved his hands hurriedly.

"There is a saying among teachers that medical skills will only make progress if there is exchange of medical skills, and progress will only stagnate if we work behind closed doors."

Bai Yi immediately respected him: "I dare to ask, sir, who is the sect..."

"Chinese faction." Lu Liang's tone was filled with pride.

Su Moyang coughed lightly.

Uncle Lu was a little carried away. He was really afraid that he would be completely bald by accident.

However, no one seemed to notice him.

Bai Yi thought to himself a few times, but he had no memory at all. He couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, he was hiding in the city, and he was just a small village doctor with this technique.

He is shallow.

"What do you think of Su Molin's legs?" Bai Yi asked again.

"Brother Lin's leg? The nerve was injured and needs to be repaired."

"Sir, do you mean there is help?" Bai Yi lost his composure.

how can that be possible?

The leg cannot be saved and can only be amputated, otherwise the poison will affect the internal organs and even life will not be saved.

"It stands to reason that it's possible. I've been giving him injections recently to prevent muscle atrophy. Let's see how it goes."

Lu Liang saw that he was too concerned about him and did not dare to die.

Bai Yi regained his composure.

He seemed confused. Even if this gentleman knew suturing, he might not have good medical skills, otherwise Mo Yang would not have been able to find him at that time.

How can it be possible to cure necrotic meridians by relying only on acupuncture?

He was sure that Su Molin's leg was hopeless.

I just hope that Mo Yang won't be emotional and don't want to amputate his young brother's limbs, which will cost him his life.

After Bai Yi calmed down, out of politeness, he asked casually: "Sir, what do you think of Shilin syndrome?"

"Stone stranguria? Pain in urination, inability to urinate, and severe cases of blood in the urine. You should use Desmodium decoction soup instead of tea."

Bai Yi waited for a long time and heard nothing more. He was finally completely disappointed.

Chang Song felt the same in his heart, but he couldn't see it on his face.

Lu Liang was also embarrassed.

"Well, maybe there is a better way. I am not good at medicine. I will check the medical books when I go back."

Actually, he asked his priest father.

Bai Yi nodded and didn't take it seriously.

Chang Song gave Su Moyang a few more words, and the two planned to leave.

At this time, Ye Qianqian had also prepared the meal. When Mrs. Liu went to call someone, she met someone coming out of the house.

"What smells so good?" Lu Liang took a deep breath, but he didn't smell anything.

"Is it cooked by Master...Brother Yang's daughter-in-law?"

"Qian Qian did it. Dean Chang, Doctor Bai, and his Uncle Lu, let's go have dinner together!"

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat. I have something to do today. I'll have to wait for another day."

How could Lu Liang be so shameless? Today's distinguished guest is here, so what's going on with him here?

Knowing that the two of them had no intention of staying, he took the opportunity to sell again: "Dean Chang, Doctor Bai must stay for a meal. Brother Yang's daughter-in-law cooks delicious food. Once you eat it once, you will never forget it."

Dean Chang couldn't help but become curious when he thought of the sturdy figure he saw leaping out of the car that day, as well as the rumors about the college.

He looked at Bai Yi, only to find Bai Yi walking towards Brother Lin.

Lin Geer is packing up the herbs that have been processed, still sorting them into large leaves one by one as before.

Chang Song thought he was going to check Brother Lin's legs, so he didn't care anymore and said to Mrs. Liu, "Then I'm sorry."

Chang Song was surprised after he stayed.

Earlier, Lu Liang said that Brother Yang's daughter-in-law's cooking was delicious. He thought he was saying that on purpose to make him stay, but he didn't expect that it was really delicious.

It was such a hot summer day that I didn’t have much of an appetite at first, but after picking up a chopstick, I couldn’t hold my mouth shut.

Crispy and fragrant, spicy and refreshing, the whole taste buds are aroused.

These are not expensive ingredients, but they are ready for meals.

Chang Song glanced at Ye Qianqian twice.

Although in his eyes, he is still not worthy of his most proud student, he has found his advantages at least.

The appearance is acceptable and the cooking skills are acceptable.

"Ms. Su, have you ever studied cooking?" Bai Yi asked after taking a bite of fried tofu.

This is coated with a layer of eggs, golden on both sides, minced meat is added, and the soup is rich.

He had eaten this dish many years ago.

In the southern city thousands of miles away from Anyang, the signature dish of a large restaurant.

Isn’t Su Moyang’s daughter-in-law famous for being uneducated?

Ye Qianqian was placing a watermelon fruit plate shaped like a sailboat at one end of the table. He smiled politely and said, "My father once asked my husband to teach me, and I learned a little bit about it. He laughed at me."