Daan shook his head.

"It's very fragrant, but after two bites, I felt a little nauseous," he said.

Yang Ruoqing's expression became more solemn.

"Are you dizzy?" she asked.

Da'an nodded, "It was a little bit earlier, but it's getting better now."

Could it be a slight concussion?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, then put down her chopsticks.

"We'll eat dumplings later. Come on, I'll take you to the front yard to see the old village doctor."

The two siblings rushed to the front yard, just in time to catch the old village doctor coming out of the east room surrounded by Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaan.

Yang Ruoqing glanced over.

Judging from the looks on everyone's faces, Mr. Tan should be fine.

As they walked, the old village doctor told them, "The old lady must stay in bed and rest. She should not be overjoyed or sad in the near future, and her diet should be light."

Old Yang nodded repeatedly.

When the old village doctor was escorting the old village doctor past the Yang Ruoqing siblings, Old Yang's face darkened when he saw the Yang Ruoqing siblings.

He withdrew his gaze and led the old village doctor to the entrance of the front yard.

Yang Ruoqing chased after him.

Lao Yangtou frowned and scolded Yang Ruoqing in a deep voice, "Your breasts are like this, and you still won't stop."

"I beg you, please go back to your own room and stop hanging around like this."

Yang Ruoqing thought that Old Yang was just farting.

He walked straight to the old village doctor and bowed respectfully.

"Uncle, village doctor, please stay and look at my brother Daan's ears."

Yang Ruoqing said.

The old village doctor nodded.

Yang Ruoqing immediately waved to Daan.

Da'an trotted over, followed by Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Both of them looked nervous.

Seeing this, Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered his previous promise, and Old Liang blushed slightly.

He stood aside in silence and put the dry tobacco stick into his mouth.

My ears were perked up to listen to the diagnosis here.

Yang Ruoqing pushed Daan to the old village doctor. The old village doctor leaned down and diagnosed Daan.

Soon, the diagnosis results came out.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't imitate the old village doctor's dialect interpretation.

But she probably understood the meaning, and it was pretty much what she guessed.

Just a mild concussion.

"I'll prescribe a clearing brain decoction later and get more rest. It should be fine," the old village doctor finally said.

When Yang Huazhong and Sun heard this, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ruoqing is still worried.

A concussion may easily leave sequelae.

Her brother is so young, if he suffers from hearing loss or something, she really wants to chop off one of Yang Huamei's ears with a knife.

Over there, Yang Huazhong and his wife thanked the old Chinese doctor profusely.

Mrs. Sun wanted to go back to the house to get the consultation fee, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"Mom, didn't I say before that Da'an's medical fee will be calculated together with that of the nurse?"

"Master, did I remember correctly?" She turned around and asked Lao Yangtou, who was standing nearby smoking a cigarette.

Old Yang came back to his senses, and his face turned blue and white.

He nodded and said to Yang Hua'an, "You will bring Da'an's medicine back later."

After seeing off the old village doctor, Yang Huazhong's family also returned to their house.

After working on it for most of the day, it looked like it was already noon.

Their stomachs were empty and they were almost exhausted.

Yang Ruoqing brought them two bowls of dumplings and forced them to eat them.

Then, she asked Daan to lie down on the bed.

She sat sideways next to him, soaking the veil with hot and cold water.

Apply it to the red and swollen areas repeatedly and alternately

Half an hour later, Yang Huazhou came over with medicine.

"Third brother, third sister-in-law, how is Da'an?"

The man asked as soon as he entered the door.

Yang Huazhong was sitting in a wheelchair, and Sun and Yang Ruoqing were sitting beside Da'an's small bed.

Seeing him come in, Yang Ruoqing made a silencing gesture towards him.

"He kept complaining about pain before, so I applied it to him for a while and he just fell asleep."

Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice.

Yang Huazhou nodded and handed over the medicine in his hand.

"The old village doctor made a concession five times, boiling three bowls of water into one bowl each time, once a day."

Sun was about to reach out to take it, but Yang Ruoqing had already stood up first.

"Mom, you stay with your brother while I cook the medicine."

Yang Ruoqing said to Sun.

Mrs. Sun nodded and sat back again.

Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhou next to her, "Uncle Wu, please send me some medicine. Please sit down for a while."

"It's okay, Qing'er, go and do your business." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took the medicine bag and turned to the kitchen.

She opened the medicine package and looked at the medicine carefully.

She was an agent in her previous life.

Many people have a very narrow understanding of agents.

When I think of an agent, I think of a killer wearing a tight black leather jacket who kills without blood.

Actually wrong.

An agent in the true sense is a broad concept.

In order to complete the task, it can be varied.

Be with the brutal killers in the underworld.

She can become bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Life is like grass and grass in her eyes.

When with a doctor.

She is the angel in white who competes with death for her life.

With gamblers, she is greedy.

With the painter, she is elegant.

She can stand under the spotlight and enjoy the glory of attention.

She can also hang out in the market, be a philistine, and bargain with people for a handful of chives.

As long as the mission can be completed satisfactorily, this is an agent.

Take the medicinal material in front of you as an example.

In order to complete her mission, she lurked in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for a long time.

They have a general understanding of pharmacy medicinal materials for some common diseases.
To be continued...