"We have prepared the Boxing Ceremony for Yuexi Festival, and now we will bring it back together?" Old Lady Su was also amused.

"Okay, I pretended to forget it when the Yuexi Festival was around and could ask my grandmother for another tribute." Mingruo joked with Mrs. Su.

"Haha, this girl is such a ghost." Old Lady Su held Ming Ruo's hand.

"Mother, see what delicious food Ruoer brings you." Mrs. Su Er opened the food box and was surprised by the things inside.

"Take it to see what food is, it makes you feel strange."

Mrs. Su Er took out two plates of desserts from the food box, rose pastry and chicken mushroom pastry. The layer below the food box was crystal pastry and numbing.

"It's the four pastry snacks from the border town. I haven't eaten them for a long time. I'm so surprised to think of this." Mrs. Su picked up a piece of rose crisp and sipped in a small sip. "Well, it's the taste."

"My aunt said you like to eat this, so I bought some back." Mingruo stood up and opened another food box, "Grandfather, see what this is."

"Oh? The braised thigh trousers opposite the snack shop!" The old man smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. "With this dish, I can drink two more cups of lunch."

"This is made according to the recipe given by the braised meat shop owner, which is probably different from the one sold in the store." Ming Ruo had a psychological impression of the braised meat shop, so he finally asked Zicao to make it according to the recipe given by the boss. When I was braised last night, it smelled quite fragrant.

"Ruoer is really meant to know that her grandfather is good, hahaha." Ming Ruo felt a dazed when she heard the old Duke's heartfelt laughter. Every time she went home in her previous life, she would laugh so happily no matter what gift she brought to her grandfather.

After lunch at the Duke's Mansion, Prince Yun's exclusive car took the gifts from the Duke's Mansion and went back to the Duke's Mansion. Ming Ruo and Si Haochen took a low-key carriage to a medicine hall.

The carriage first put Ming Ruo at the door of the back house, and then went around to the pharmacy to "unload the goods". Si Haochen grabbed his wife's waist and climbed over the wall and entered the yard.

As soon as the two of them landed, Wei Qing rushed over with two guards. Seeing that the person coming was Ming Ruo, he hurriedly bowed: "Boss."

Si Haochen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the guard hired by his wife was pretty good.

"It's okay, you guys go and do it." Mingruo waved his hands at Wei Qing and the others awkwardly.

"Yes." Wei Qing took his younger brother away, and Ming Ruoze walked towards the backyard along the shade.

"Master, you are here." Nan Xing hurriedly ran over from the Yuedong Gate in the backyard of the medicine hall.

"Well, where is your master?" After only a few months, Nan Xing grew taller again, Mingruo was envious of him.

"Master, my apprentice is here." Although Old Shen is over 60 years old, his legs are very nimble, just a little slower than Nanxing.

"Are you going out for a wedding banquet?" Ming Ruo looked at Lao Shen's outfit, with a golden robe and a jade hairpin, which looked like an old cucumber painted green.

"No..." Shen Cong stretched out the robe on his body. This was the cloth-cut clothes you asked Miss A Yuan to bring back. I just got on my body today.

"I didn't see that you're pretty fancy. I brought back so much fabric, so you chose this one..." The color matching of this material was obviously the style of Xikang. Ming Ruo bought it and planned to make accounts and tablecloths.

"Hehe... I see that they don't choose this one, it's a waste to put it on..." Old Shen also tried hard to make himself look younger.

Nan Xing lowered his head silently, Master was talking lies with his eyes open - it was clearly the first choice for Master.

"Just be happy." Mingruo did not comment on the old apprentice's dressing taste.

A Yuan brought the sour plum soup and watermelon, and the few of them sat in the living room to eat and chat.

When Lao Shen talked about the business of the pharmacy, he immediately became furious: "Master, our pharmacy is very famous in Huangdu. Many high-ranking officials and nobles didn't even invite imperial physicians, so they rushed to our place to see the doctor.

There is also the poison-pull ointment, which is sold very well. Now I have to ship the goods to Xunshui City twice a month to be enough to sell..."

Mingruo nodded and expressed his satisfaction: "Thank you all for your hard work, I will send you a big red envelope on Yuexi Festival."

"During the Chinese New Year, my master sent it to us." Nan Xing scratched the back of his head.

"Can you still bit your hand with the red envelope?" Chen Cong directly broke down on Nanxing's forehead, and then said with a flattering look on his face, "The elders can't refuse, don't forget to send the red envelope."

"..." Mingruo wanted to cover his eyes very much and refused to admit that he was his apprentice.

"Doctor Shen, a patient who is about to die is coming in front of you. Go and have a look." The guy who was grabbing the medicine hurriedly came in from outside.

"Master, please rest first, I'll go and take a look." Old Shen said and headed to the pharmacy.

Mingruo heard that the patient was about to die. He was afraid that Old Shen would not be able to handle it, so he got up and went to the bedroom to change into men's clothes. As soon as he drew his eyebrows, he heard Nan Xing shoot the door: "Master, go and take a look. The man's throat was swollen and he was about to suffocate..."

"Okay." Ming Ruo sorted out his clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and followed Nanxing to the pharmacy.

As soon as Mingruo entered the clinic, he saw an old lady dressed in decent clothes, her face was already purple. Mingruo put on a mask and asked the old woman to open her mouth. Examination found that acute laryngitis caused laryngeal edema.

"Master, what should I do? Even if Qingye San is used, it will not be possible to reduce the swelling in an instant." Chen Cong stared at the old woman's son, "Why didn't heal earlier and delay it so much?"

"My mother did have a sore throat for several days, and she also invited the doctor to see it. After changing the medicine several times, it didn't work. I suddenly couldn't get angry this afternoon..." The old woman's son was staring at Chen Cong, and they had long wanted to come to a pharmacy for treatment, but her mother was unwilling to go out and the doctor in a pharmacy did not come to the hospital. What could he do?

"Old Shen, you disinfect the old lady's neck. Let's do a 'cricothyroidotomy'." Ming Ruo asked someone to put the old lady on the diagnosis and treatment bed and told the family to wait outside the screen.

When the old woman's son saw Chen Cong wiped his mother's throat with a cloth towel dipped in strong wine, he heard the young master say "cut open". Could it be that he wanted to cut his mother's throat!

"Big... Doctor...what are you going to do?" The old woman's son pulled Chen Cong's sleeve.

Chen Cong said that he actually didn't know much!

The person who answered his question was Ming Ruo. She gestured with her hands: "Make a transverse skin incision about one inch long between the thyroid cartilage and the cycloform cartilage, cut the cyclothyroid membrane to expand the incision, and insert it into the cannula. It is used in an emergency to ensure that the patient can breathe."

"The throat is cut open... Isn't the person dead?" The old woman's son was frightened.

"As for the current situation, you can't survive without cutting it..." Mingruo glanced at the man, "I'll just treat it this way. If you don't treat it, you should make an idea immediately. If you delay it, you will not need to treat it at all."
Chapter completed!