Muzichuan nodded lightly and said: "At the pond at the entrance of the village, I happened to go over to fetch water. He led the horse out of the yard and we talked for a few words."

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Fengtang asked me to tell you not to work too hard at home. Your body is the most important thing and you should take a good rest sometimes." Muzichuan said again.

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curved in a pleasant arc, and her eyes were filled with sweetness.

Her sweetness is the sweetness between her and Luo Fengtang.

To Muzichuan, he was an outsider.

Thinking of this, Muzichuan turned sideways and cast his eyes on the pot table.

He walked to the pot and opened the lid, scooped out the red bean and millet porridge inside, and prepared to clean the pot and wash the dishes in preparation for the noon meal.

Yang Ruoqing came over and said: "Leave these tasks to me when I come. You go to that room and have a look. Maybe my godmother has any instructions."

Mu Zichuan did not give in. He buried his head and washed the dishes and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll finish washing this first and go over immediately."

Yang Ruoqing looked at his decent appearance and felt that things were different.

This person really needs to experience growth and maturity, but the price of this growth is often very cruel.

"Did Godmother sleep well last night? Was there anything else going on at night?" she asked again.

Mu Zichuan shook his head: "She slept very peacefully, but I know she must be pretending half of it and doesn't want me to know. But she doesn't know that I have to get up several times at night to listen."

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

When the godmother gets this disease, she will definitely feel uncomfortable. Especially in the later stages, the pain will become more uncomfortable. In modern times, various special medicines are used to control it.

But even so, it will still be in vain in the end, except for a few lucky ones.

In ancient times, when all aspects of medical care were very backward, it can be imagined.

"My mother must be in a lot of pain. I often hear her smothering herself under the quilt at night, screaming, but I can't do anything to help her, and I can't bear this pain on her behalf..."

Speaking of this, Mu Zichuan paused, his voice a little choked.

Muzichuan suddenly noticed that there was no movement at all from Yang Ruoqing.

He couldn't help but turn his head to glance at her, and saw that she was standing there, looking out the window as if she was wandering in a fugue, while one hand was gently stroking and sketching the yellow clay pot in front of her.

"Qing'er?" Mu Zichuan couldn't help but call her.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly moved, "Yes!" she said suddenly.

"What's there?" Muzichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Zichuan, I remembered that my mother-in-law was ill at that time, and the family tried all kinds of remedies, but they were all useless."

"I even wrote to Wan Qingchun, the Duke of Zhenguo, who is far away in the capital, asking him to help introduce famous doctors in the capital. But I have invited all the doctors nearby, and the famous doctors far away are still on the way, so my grandma

Gone."

"But because of some things a while ago, I met the master of the Baiyi Sect and the old master Zhuge of Zhujian Villa."

"Both of these two people are obviously in their fifties, but their looks are similar to those in their mid-thirties. They really have good looks."

"Of course, this is not the point. The point is that I overheard the white-clothed sect leader talking. He is good at medical skills and once mentioned such a case."

"It was said that the patient was terminally ill and in terrible pain. The leader of the white-clothed sect gave the patient's family a box of pills, asking the patient to take one pill whenever the pain was unbearable at night and he couldn't sleep. It would relieve the pain! I was thinking, why don't you take one?

Mom is in pain too. The disease can be tolerated now, but it will become more and more painful later on. If we can get that pill..."

Mu Zichuan interrupted Yang Ruoqing's words, and her breathing became rapid: "If I can get that pill, even if I can't save my mother, at least it will save her from so much pain in her last days!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly.

Mu Zichuan ignored that his hands were still wet with water and held Yang Ruoqing's shoulders, "Qing'er, where is the white-clothed sect master now? I'm going to beg him to give him medicine. If he

It would be great if you could come over and diagnose my mother personally!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "The master of the white-clothed sect is from the Jianghu. He lives in the Peach Blossom Valley at the foot of Suolong Mountain. He is a hermit-like figure."

"But he is definitely not in Peach Blossom Valley now, because I went to look for him last time. When I came back, Tang Yazi and I went back to Changping Village, while he went to the Western Regions to find his wife."

"Counting the days, he should be on his way to the Western Region now, and should be arriving soon, so if you go to Peach Blossom Valley now, you will definitely miss it," she said.

With these words, the light that had just ignited in front of Mu Zichuan's eyes suddenly extinguished most of it.

Yang Ruoqing said: "However, I asked a few more questions out of curiosity and begged him to tell me the formula of the painkiller pills."

"We can match it first and let godmother eat first to relieve the pain."

"The other side is always paying attention to the movements of the white-clothed sect master. Whenever he comes back, we will go and beg him immediately. What do you say?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and said: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try it. Okay, then I will do what you say, Qing'er!"

"Qing'er, when will you prepare the analgesic pills? The sooner the better!" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said: "The prescription is in my mind. It mainly consists of eighteen kinds of medicinal materials. All seventeen kinds are ready-made in my warehouse, but one of the main ingredients, white peony root, is missing."

The medicine White Peony does not grow much in Mianniu Mountain. After last year's White Peony was processed, all of it was sent to the military camp for the soldiers to use.

This year's white peony root is not yet in its mature season.

If the immature white peony root is used as medicine, its medicinal properties will be worse, and it will conflict with the other two herbs in it.

The use of traditional Chinese medicine to relieve pain and fight cancer is a pharmacological process of fighting poison with poison.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing will not use raw white peony root as medicine, lest it be self-defeating.

"Where can I buy white peony root? I'll buy it!" Mu Zichuan said impatiently.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This medicine is a bit unfamiliar. You can go to the Yihechun Medical Center in the town to have a look. If not, go to the Yihechun Medical Center in the county."

"There are many medical clinics in the town and county. Can't we ask about the other ones?" Muzichuan asked puzzledly.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said: "Because this medicine is rare and special, it is almost not available in ordinary small medical clinics."

"Even if there are, many of them are substandard, or simply substituted with counterfeit medicines that look similar in appearance to make profits."

"I suggest you go to those big medical clinics with good reputations to buy them with confidence," she said.
Chapter completed!