What the child vomit is dark.

It looked more like a mixture of Cassia twig wood ash and medicine that had just been fed in.

However, in these mixtures, there was some yellow-green-yellow-green mucus, and I didn't know if it was gastric juice or something, giving off a foul smell.

While wiping the child's mouth, the shopkeeper said in a flustered voice: "Miss Duanmu, all this stuff was vomited out just after it was fed in, and it didn't work at all. What should I do?"

Duanmuya didn't want to answer, she took the bowl of foul things over and watched those things carefully.

"Uh!"

Seeing Duanmu Yawang's action, the shopkeeper and his wife were dumbfounded. They both felt the stench unbearable, and she actually took it over to see...

Duanmu Ya looked around for a while, realized a certain situation, looked at the child, took some cassia twig charcoal, and turned it into dust 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."

"what?"

The shopkeeper saw that his son was vomiting in pain, and there was almost nothing left in his stomach that he had just eaten, and he suddenly hesitated.

"What are you? You can do what Miss Duanmu says." The lady shopkeeper was very decisive, and she picked up the bowl and said to the shopkeeper: "Help Liang'er up and I'll feed it."

"good."

The shopkeeper bit his teeth and did so.

So, a bowl of mixture was fed to the child in this way.

Duanmu Yawang looked at the child's situation, and made a bowl of spare time again.

After feeding the second bowl of the mixture to the child, the child vomited faster. She just made it and the child started nausea and vomiting over there.

This spit, the things that came out were a lot more than what was fed in before.

And it smells worse.

This time, vomiting, except for the dark things, there is more yellow-green mucus.

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

Duanmu Yawang didn't dislike it either, and took out a thing from the embroidered bag and stirred it to check the dirt in the basin.

"vomit!"

Things are too stinky. Little Bailu, who was still practising obediently on one side, covered her mouth and ran out of the door. She ran and said, "Sister, I'm going out to rest, I can't help it."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang's face remained unchanged, and the filth inspection was almost done. She breathed a sigh of relief. She put the basin down and said to the shopkeeper's wife: "Continue to feed the bowl."

The shopkeeper's wife was gently wiping the child's mouth. The child was vomiting and was about to collapse. His face was so pale that he kept crying even when he fell asleep.

She felt terribly distressed, 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, and his eyes blushed.

As mother Zegang, Duanmu Yawang's words came out, the shopkeeper's wife straightened her spine, wiped her tears, nodded, took the bowl and continued to feed the child the dark mixture.

The shopkeeper supported the child while watching, and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Miss Duanmu, what is the effect of feeding these things so constantly?"

"Is it useful? I'll know soon."

Duanmu Yawang didn't say much.

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

Duanmu Yawang checked the filth, and there was nothing he wanted to see.

Her eyes sank, which was a bit out of her guess.

She looked at the tabletop, and the cassia sticks wood ash had been used up.

She asked: "The shopkeeper, is there any Guizhimu?"

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, "There are more."

"Continue to burn wood ashes."

"Continue?" The shopkeeper looked at his son who was almost exhausted and couldn't help but hesitate.

"Go!"

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

"Yes, but..."

"Since there is a way, we must try it no matter if it works!" The shopkeeper's wife said indifferently: "If it can be saved? Are you willing to let our son miss the possibility of living?"

Why doesn't she feel sorry for her child, but when she is sick, she will suffer pain, and her softheartedness will only harm her son!

"Madam, I was wrong, I will go."

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

After the shopkeeper left, Duanmu Yawang continued to put silver needles on the child. The wife of the shopkeeper was afraid that the filth would smoke Duanmu Yawang, so she was about to throw away the things with the basin.

Duan Muya took a look and stopped her: "Madam, put it to the door, don't fall down."

"Isn't it?" The shopkeeper's wife was a little surprised, "Isn't it useless to keep these things?"

"I'm going to study it later, and put it outside the door first. If you are afraid that everyone will be smoked, you can bring a clean basin into the room again."

"good."

The wife of the shopkeeper naturally listened to her. She took the foul thing to the corridor and put it there, and then went to get the clean basin again.

After Duanmu Yawang put the silver needles on the child, he ran to the door to continue to check the filth.

The little white deer didn’t go far, it was dark outside, and because it was a strange place, he couldn’t go far either. He pinched his little nose and hid on one side watching Duanmu Yawang’s movements, and couldn’t help resenting:" Sister, don't you feel sick?"

"What about disgusting?" She hadn't seen something more disgusting.

"You really can bear it." Xiao Bailu grieved and pinched his nose: "Little master, I really can't smell the smell...Oh, it's too disgusting, no, it won't work, I have to go further..."

After that, Baba ran a little farther, and after a while, he felt that it was not enough, and one jumped up and went on the roof.

There is plenty of fresh air on the roof, so he feels more comfortable.

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to care about him, looked at the filth, and thought of a solution freely.

If she can, she actually wants to take some of those filth out to look under the microscope, but it takes too much time to do so. After all, it must be processed before putting it under the microscope.

There is still a lot of work.

She only has one night and can't do this.

"Miss Duanmu, it's really hard work for you." The wife of the shopkeeper took the new basin back, and saw that Duanmu Yawang was still looking at the foul things that she felt disgusting, and she looked very serious while watching.

She couldn't help being moved.

These days, she asked doctors to come and see the child every day, but many doctors smelled the smell in the room and hurriedly gave the child pulse, said two sighs, and shook his head with a little doctor's money.

Those doctors, mostly men, looked calm and wise.

However, it seems that no one has medical ethics.

Miss Duanmu can bear things that a woman can bear, but they can't bear it.

"It's nothing hard." Duanmu Yawang waved his hand and said to the shopkeeper's wife: "The child vomits too much. Give him some salt water. Don't feed him too much. Don't feed too much."

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

"good."

The wife of the shopkeeper nodded and entered the room with the basin.

The wife of the shopkeeper fed her son and drank the salt water. Just as she was about to clean up the leftovers on the table, she saw Duanmu Yawang hurriedly walk in from outside.

The wife of the shopkeeper was afraid that she would be tired and wanted to pour her a glass of water, but Duanmu Yawang took off her embroidered bag and kept taking out the medicine from it. Drink it later."

"good."

Seeing that she was so serious, the shopkeeper didn't bother her and sat on the bed looking at her son.

Duanmu Yawang took out the medicine and reconstituted 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 ones are added, and the ratio of the drug components is re-adjusted.

She had just adjusted the new potion here, and the shopkeeper just came in with the burnt cassia sticks and wood ashes.

Duan Mu Yawang took it over and used the newly-tuned medicine to add the cassia sticks to the wood ash.

She did this, and then pulled out the silver needle for the child again, and then the wife of the shopkeeper fed it to the child.

This time, the child drank it, and within a minute before and after, he began to tremble and feel nauseous.

However, he couldn't vomit for a while, his body was trembling constantly, his face was pale with cold sweat, his small mouth had no color at all, and his whole state was a bit wrong.

"what!"

The so-called mother and child are in the same heart, the wife of the shopkeeper is cold, she screamed, and hurriedly rushed over: "Liang'er!"