My clinic is familiar with ancient times, Zhu Biao came to seek medical treatment

Based on the time difference between Zhu Biao and Zhu Di's first visit to Renai Medical Clinic, Li Zhongfu speculated that the next patient or patient's family might not come for a few days.

Unexpectedly, on the day Zhu Di left, an old man wearing coarse linen clothes, thin and with mud on his face came.

Because the first floor is more spacious, Zhu Xiongying and the other three prefer to stay here.

The sudden appearance of the old man startled the three children who were playing the chasing game.

"Grandpa, are you following?" Zhu Xiongying stopped her sister and asked bravely.

The old man put the sickle in his hand on his waistband: "I... I didn't mean to break in, please forgive me, I'll leave now, I'll leave now."

Jiang Du guessed: "The old man is probably also a patient or a relative of a patient who needs medical treatment."

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "That makes sense, little sister, go and call Doctor Li."

"Hao." Yilun ran straight to the elevator like a swallow.

Zhu Xiongying and Jiang Du stepped forward to stop the old man.

"Grandpa, don't be afraid. This is a clinic. Are you sick? Or is someone in your family sick?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you for your concern."

The old man was about to open the door and go back.

But the door of the clinic is different from the ancient doors.

He didn't dare to try it randomly, and he couldn't open the door after opening it for a long time.

The elevator door opened.

Li Zhongfu walked out of the elevator holding Yilun holding a lollipop in his hand.

After looking up and down at the old man, Li Zhongfu concluded that this was an ordinary farmer in ancient times.

But Li Zhongfu was a little unsure about which time and space the other party came from.

Originally, he thought that the visitors were all from the Ming Dynasty.

But since he could even guess the time pattern of the patients' arrival, other guesses would naturally not be completely accurate.

"Old man, don't be afraid. I'm a doctor. This is a clinic. If you weren't sick or your family was sick, you wouldn't have come here.

You'd better come and sit down and talk to me. Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, and I don't have any ulterior motives." Li Zhongfu tried to smile as gently as possible to avoid scaring the old man.

Although the old man had never been out of the town in his life and had a short-sighted view, he had lived for more than 40 years and had some feeling about whether others were good or bad.

Seeing Li Zhongfu's gentle tone and generous smile, he withdrew his hand that wanted to open the door: "Really?"

"Yeah."

"But I... don't have much money."

Li Zhongfu had encountered this situation before.

At that time, the attending doctor of Ren'ai Clinic was still his grandfather.

After treating that patient, his grandfather once told Li Zhongfu that if a patient was disabled or had a root cause of the disease, or died directly because he had no money to treat the disease, what he lost was health and even life.

If the doctor reduces some of the fees appropriately, the only loss is money and time. There is no comparison between the two. There is no need to be serious. It is best to help if you can.

Adhering to this concept, Li Zhongfu had reduced or exempted medical expenses for some patients before he traveled through time.

He also participated in some public-organized free medical consultation activities for mountain farmers, left-behind children, lonely elderly people and other groups.

"Don't have much money, just a little money? How much?" Li Zhongfu asked.

The old man lowered his head: "Seventy or eighty cents."

"Not much, but not too little. Give me ten cents and I guarantee you will be cured."

"Really?"

"Do I have to lie to you?"

"Okay, I'll treat you, but I don't have the money with me."

"After you're cured, you can go back and get it."

"Thank you, doctor. You're a good person."

"Haha, I think so too."

Putting Yilun on the ground, Li Zhongfu sat behind the glass medicine cabinet: "Old man, come and sit down too."

"Okay."

The old man sat down opposite Li Zhongfu.

"I'm going to feel your pulse and ask you some questions. Put your hand on the cabinet."

"Yes."

The old man put his right hand on the cabinet first.

Then he slowly and unnaturally put his left hand on it.

Seeing his movements, Li Zhongfu basically figured out what his illness was: "Bone fracture?"

"Yes, I accidentally fell while picking straw and hit a stone."

One of Li Zhongfu's college roommates was from Hubei.

This roommate's catchphrase was "This is worse than picking straw."

Li Zhongfu thought it was interesting at the time and specifically asked what this sentence meant.

He learned that "seven losses" means to suffer a loss, toil, and to be tired.

Picking straw refers to bundling up the threshed straw after the rice is harvested and carrying it back to make beds or use it as firewood.

You can imagine how heavy a load of straw is, and how hard it is to carry it from the field back home.

"Where are you from?? What's your name? How's the harvest from the fields this year?" Li Zhongfu asked.

As he asked, Li Zhongfu touched the old man's arm.

Wow, not only is it broken, but it's also a little dislocated.

It's a pity that he can bear it and still seek medical treatment.

The old man replied: "My name is Liu Shitou, from Hanyang, Huguang. The harvest from the fields this year is okay. The main reason is that the taxes set by the emperor are not high, so there is some food left at home, which can be eaten until the autumn harvest next year."

"Yes, who is the emperor you are talking about?"

"I don't know what the emperor's name is, I only know that he is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and his reign is Hongwu."

"Hongwu Emperor, that's not surprising, he was born a farmer and knows your hard work. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhongfu suddenly twisted Liu Shitou's wrist.

With a 'click', his bones were connected.

Liu Shitou didn't react at all.

Until the pain came, he cried out in pain.

Li Zhongfu clapped his hands, took out a bag of medicine powder from the bottom of the medicine cabinet, poured a little into a small bowl, dissolved it with rice wine, and applied it to Liu Shitou's arm.

He took out a bandage and two splints, fixed Liu Shitou's arm on the splint, hung it with a bandage, and hung it around his neck.

After washing his hands, Li Zhongfu reminded: "Your hand will be fine after a while, but you can't use force during this period, let alone hit it again. It's best to keep it hanging like this until the bone grows back.

If you want to take a shower, remember that your arm can't get wet. In addition, you can't eat spicy food and maintain a balanced diet. "

Liu Shitou asked: "What is balanced nutrition? ”

“It means both meat and vegetables, or less meat and more vegetables. For meat, it is best to eat lean meat. If there is no meat, eating tofu is also OK.”

“I understand.”

Li Zhongfu handed the remaining bag of powder to Liu Shitou and said, “This is Qilin Powder, which can also be taken internally. You can drink it three times a day after you go back, one small spoonful each time, and dissolve it in warm water.”

“Okay, I remember it.”

Liu Shitou took the Qilin Powder, said something to Li Zhongfu, and went back to get the copper coins.

Zhu Xiongying stood in front of him.

“Young Master, you…?”

Before Liu Shitou finished asking, Zhu Xiongying took out two lollipops from his pocket and handed them to him, “This is sweet, I’ll give it to you, and you won’t feel any pain after eating it. ”

After Zhu Di drank Wahaha last time, Zhu Xiongying's judgment that sweet things can relieve pain was deepened.

The old man was deeply moved: "What a good young man, but I can't take your things, you keep them for yourself."

"I still have some, you take it." Without saying anything, he stuffed the lollipop into Liu Shitou's hands, and Zhu Xiongying turned and ran away.

Liu Shitou: o(╥﹏╥)o