The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The bailiffs were moved by the pleading look of the woman sitting on the ground, and they took the two away together.

Ni'er was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, and when she heard the voice of the yamen runner, she stood up, straightened her clothes, and shook off the dirt on her body.

The bailiff clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted.

"Please go over and take a look. There is a child with a high fever."

Ni'er and her master looked at each other. It seemed that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The two men followed the bailiff to a tent and heard a woman sobbing softly.

There was a little kid lying on the ground, probably unconscious from the fever, speaking incomprehensible gibberish.

In the moonlight, the woman raised her head and looked at the person who came. She recognized Zhao Jincheng at once. Her eyes suddenly brightened, as if she had found a savior, and she wiped away her tears.

"Doctor Zhao, please take a closer look at my son. What's wrong with him? His father insists it's an epidemic, but I don't think so."

Zhao Jincheng took the child's pulse with three fingers, expressionless, and then touched the child's forehead.

The woman watched Doctor Zhao's actions and kept covering her chest, as if she would faint if he just uttered the word "epidemic".

Zhao Jincheng was afraid of upsetting her, so he thought about not telling her directly and waited for her to accept it slowly.

"We need to observe him for a while. I will come back to check his pulse tomorrow morning."

"I'm going to make some medicine now, and you can feed it to him later. It's not good to have a high fever all the time."

The woman's lips trembled a little. She wanted to ask but didn't dare to. She whispered, "Is it likely to be an epidemic?"

"We'll have to wait and see tomorrow. We can't confirm it right now. Even if it's an epidemic, it's still very likely to be cured if it's discovered early."

"Thank you, doctor."

The woman couldn't help but shed tears again. The little money at home was not enough for medical treatment. She could see a doctor and get medicine when she was sick here. It was really a blessing from God.

"You're welcome. We'll go make the medicine first."

The woman stood up, her body slightly bent, her hair a little messy, but her eyes were bright.

"I can do the work easily. I'll help you."

Zhao Jincheng turned around and took a look at the unconscious and gibberishing child.

"It's important to take good care of the child. My apprentice and I will make the medicine together. It won't be a big deal."

The woman was determined and wanted to help, but the doctor's medical treatment and prescription medicine usually cost a lot of money, and she couldn't pay it now.

I am usually very efficient at work, and I would feel better if I could contribute a little. I cannot accept favors from others for nothing.

Even if the county magistrate asked the doctor to do this, he still felt bad. He would help as much as he could. If he made the doctor too tired, what would happen to his future patients?

"With so many patients, you have to boil so much medicine every day. Having a helper can make things easier for you. My son is already asleep, and I feel bad for him to take your medicine in vain. So let me help you, okay?"

Doctor Zhao agreed because she looked sincere and was a mother who loved her son dearly.

"Let's go then."

The woman was a little excited. She didn't expect that Doctor Zhao would agree to her request. She didn't know what to say. She just replied with an "ah" and followed the master and disciple to the place where the medicine was boiled.

There are no oil lamps here, so we can only see by the light of the fire and the moon.

The pot for boiling medicine is dark in color, and it is not easy to judge the water level inside. If the medicine is burnt, the whole pot of medicine will be ruined.

The woman would rush to do all the work first. "I can light the fire, give me this, I'll do it."

Ni'er gave up her seat. There was not a single woman in the village who didn't know how to make a fire. This aunt had a lot of calluses on her hands, which could be seen even in such dim conditions. Compared to her own mother, she probably worked in the fields more often and was busy and concerned about things both at home and outside.

The water in the pot has boiled. Take out a few pieces of firewood and turn it to a low fire.

Zhao Jincheng thought he had to teach her how to do it, but he didn't expect her to be able to work.

"Doctor Zhao, let me take care of the medicine. My mother-in-law was ill for a long time before, and I made the medicine for her. You go and take a rest."

Zhao Jincheng was a little skeptical, wondering if she really knew how to do it. Making medicine requires more than just boiling it over and over again.

The way she's dressed doesn't look like someone who can afford to take medicine for a long time.

The woman met Zhao Jincheng's eyes, saw his suspicion, and explained: "When my mother-in-law was still alive, the family had some money, so she could buy medicine. But her body was not very good. She took the medicine and her condition got worse and better. In the end, she died, her money was gone, and she suffered a lot."

Then he started talking about how to boil the medicine in order to dispel Doctor Zhao's doubts.

"Put the medicine in a jar first, add cold water that covers the herbs, about twice the height of the herbs, and soak it for a stick of incense. If you have time, you can soak it more. This way the effect will be better. But my son's illness came urgently, so I didn't soak the medicine today. Next time I will prepare it for him in advance."

The woman opened the medicine jar and confirmed that it had boiled and bubbles were coming out. She then watched the fire carefully, making sure it was neither too big nor too small, just the right temperature. If Zhao Jincheng had done it himself, he might not have done it as well as she did.

"Once it's done, boil it over high heat. When you see the water in the jar starts to simmer, use some firewood and simmer it over low heat. This way the medicinal effect will come out. Boil it for half an hour and pour out the water."

The medicine was cooking on the fire, and Zhao Jincheng and Ni'er would usually take a break and catch their breath.

But the aunt refused to rest. While watching the fire, she washed the bowls prepared for the patients. She found that the names were written on the used bowls, but they easily fell off when washed, so she had to add the names on them after washing.

The woman couldn't read, she just thought it was novel. The handwriting was very beautiful and must have been written by Doctor Zhao.

This is great, as it gives me peace of mind as I don’t have to share the same medicine bowl with other people.

Zhao Jincheng saw that the woman seemed to be about to wash all the dishes and stopped her.

"Wash that bowl as you use it. The pile is useless. Wash one and use it to hold medicine for your child later."

The woman agreed and washed the dishes very cleanly. If you saw them during the day, they would probably be shiny enough to reflect your reflection.

"Add the same amount of water as in the beginning and boil it again using the same method. Mix the two medicinal soups together and you have the finished medicine."

I wiped the sweat off my face and suddenly thought of a question.

"Before, when the weather was cool, people could drink it in three doses, from morning to night, and it wouldn't become sour. Now that the weather is so hot, I'm afraid the medicine will become sour."

Zhao Jincheng nodded. He was indeed very experienced. It was indeed inappropriate to boil the medicine in this weather, and there was no clean place to store it.

It would be bad if a fly landed on it.