Chen Cong hurriedly carried the child who was so breathless that he couldn't breathe. When Mingruo saw this, he quickly asked Lao Shen to stand up and not lie on his back.

The child sat up and his purple face relaxed a little. Mingruo took out the asthma spray and sprayed the child a few times. His breathing gradually became smoother, and the little boy took a breath and cried out with a wow.

Mingruo touched the child's head: "I cried so hard, I will choke again after a while."

The lady quickly carried the child into her arms, coaxed the child not to cry, and thanked Ming Ruo: "Thank you, this young master, don't know the noble surname?"

"Don't let your surname be Ming." Mingruo saw that the child had stabilized and reached out to take the child's pulse carefully and checked.

"Mr. Ming, I wonder what Zhe'er is doing. Isn't it caused by the cold? Why is it so dangerous?"

After Mingruo's diagnosis, he sat back to the back desk: "What made the young master suffer from allergic asthma, not ordinary wind and cold.

In the yard where the young master lives, are there flowers blooming recently? Or are you working on civil engineering?"

The lady couldn't remember it for a moment, but she followed the old lady next to her and said, "That's right, the osmanthus flowers in Danguitang are blooming, and the whole yard is fragrant."

"Oh, yes." The lady nodded quickly, "After Master Ming reminded me, I was indeed the osmanthus flowers blooming from the yard, and Zhe'er became sick."

"It makes this disease a little tricky. If you are not well recuperated, it may be accompanied by your lifelong life,"

The lady was anxious when she heard this and hurriedly said, "Young Master Ming, please say that we must take good care of ourselves as you said."

"First of allergens, we must avoid contact with allergens, so that the young master should not have flowering plants in the yard where he lives. The bedding used for daily life should be dried and replaced frequently, and the face towel should be worn when going to places with many flowers and plants..." Mingruo said some things to pay attention to in daily life and prescribed medicine.

"Tell me about my name and age." Mingruo said while writing his medical record, "Take the medicine on time and come for a follow-up visit three days later."

"Zuo Weizhe, three years old." The lady said she would definitely follow up on time, and asked the maid around her to pay the medical fee, and asked her about her diet and daily life before leaving.

Mingruo told his old apprentice about the clinical manifestations, complications, pathological causes and treatment and care of allergic asthma.

While writing in the notebook, Chen Cong said, "I thought the pulse of this child was not much the same as that of ordinary wind and cold, so I wanted you to see it."

"If allergic asthma is allergic to children, taking medicines such as wind-cold and cough-relieving drugs will be relieved, so it is easy to be misdiagnosed." Ming Ruo also explained some differences in pulse patterns, "The main thing is that it is necessary to have a good diagnosis and check it. I will bring you a diagnostic tool next time."

Chen Cong's eyes suddenly became brighter: "What equipment?"

"The secret treasure of the master." Ming Ruo smiled mysteriously.

"Oh." Chen Cong was already immersed in the excitement of the master's secret treasure to him.

Ming Ruo lied to the sleeves and wanted the old apprentice not to be excited, but saw Mr. Zhu helping Mrs. Zhu into the medicine hall. When he saw Ming Ruo hurried forward and saluted: "Doctor Ming."

"Mr. Zhu doesn't have to be too polite. I'll ask Mrs. Zun for a pulse first." Mingruo pushed the pulse pillow over.

"Okay, madam, sit down quickly and let Dr. Ming take the pulse." Mr. Zhu carefully helped Madam Zhu sit down.

Mingruo diagnosed his pulse: "Mrs. Zhu's fetus is very stable. Just eat and exercise properly, and take good care of it." It is estimated that Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu both valued this fetus very much, and they did a good job of raising it.

"I have to thank Doctor Ming for his wonderful skills to rejuvenate his youth." Mr. Zhu said to the butler beside him, "Zhu Shun, carry the things up."

"Yes, master." Butler Zhu asked the servant to carry two boxes up.

"This is the deer antler, Fritillaria, Cistanche, and some fox skins brought back from Beichi by our caravan. They are better than those bought from outside. Please accept it with a smile." Mr. Zhu bowed.

"Mr. Zhu is so polite. He is just taking the doctor to get medicine. It's really hard to accept such gifts from Mr. Zhu."

"Doctor Ming must accept it. Please take care of Zhu Jing's fetus." Mr. Zhu bowed repeatedly.

"I will definitely take care of myself." Ming Ruo thought for a moment, thinking that last year, the snow girl in Beichi was poisoned, and it was Mr. Zhu who introduced her to buy the elixir. "Mr. Zhu is in Beichi, but does he have a way to do business?"

"I can't talk about the way. I've run a lot, so I know some people." Mr. Zhu was very modest. "Doctor Ming has any goods he wants. Zhu can ask the caravan to help bring them back."

"I have a friend below who has a tea garden at home. I want to sell the tea to Beichi." It's hard to pass the horses, so it's better to walk around Mr. Zhu's way.

"This tea..." Mr. Zhu felt a little embarrassed, "If I went to Beichi to do tea trading in previous years, it would be a bit profitable, and the market would probably not work this year.

When the war just happened, people were not good at money. It is said that there was a Xiliang caravan selling tea bricks there - not only better than our pre-Mingchun tea, but also without money, you can get it by getting horses. Now, from princes and nobles to ordinary herdsmen, they all rush to buy tea bricks, so don’t let the tea loose.”

"My friend's tea garden can press tea bricks. If Mr. Zhu is interested in the tea brick business, he can recommend it to you two." Ming Ruo smiled so hard that the old man was not fooled.

The tea bricks are in Beichi and are now hard currency. Mr. Zhu has long smelled the business opportunity: "Okay, it would be better if Doctor Ming can recommend it."

"I'll send him a letter next time and ask him to interview Mr. Zhu."

"Okay, then Zhu will wait for the good news."

Shen Cong sent Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu away. Mingruo took advantage of the fact that no one came to see the clinic and went to Houzhai to tell Si Haochen that he planned to let Mr. Zhu act as an agent for tea brick sales in Beichi.

"Mr. Zhu has connections, so it will be much easier for horses to pass the level. If we have enough horses, we can consider building a horse farm and raising our own war horses." Ming Ruo said the more he felt that this method was feasible.

Si Haochen thought about it and found that although Li Yi could get a clearance certificate, it was not worth it to risk being caught for such a trivial matter: "This method is feasible, I'll ask someone to talk to Zhu Yucai."

"If you think about it carefully with the prodigal businessman Bai Shen, I can only provide a way of thinking, and I can't figure out exactly how to do it." Mingruo only wants to be a rich salted fish, and this kind of work that requires energy, he still has to be a guru expert.

"Okay." Si Haochen smiled and nodded.

Far away in Nanrong, Bai Shen, who had just straightened the shipyard, sneezed twice in the scorching sun.

Bai Shen rubbed his nose and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "All people are about to be cooked, can they still get cold?"

"Maybe Lord Qin is talking about you." Lu Qiaojiang also wiped his sweat and continued to debug the telescope in his hand.
Chapter completed!