Zhou Liru looked at the time and reminded Man Bao that it was past noon. Man Bao looked at the next patient and saw that he was a trembling old man, so he told Zhou Liru: "Take a rest after watching the next one."

Zhou Liru responded, sat aside and waved back, and the old man stepped forward.

Zhou Liru asked his name and which district or village he was from. When he found the person in the book, Zhou Liru wrote down his name in the household register, then started to feel his pulse and inquire about his recent physical condition.

After she finished asking, Manbao also finished looking at the patient in his hand and wrote a prescription for the patient. He said to her: "There are no sequelae, but you are pregnant. This is an anti-fetal medicine. You are a little weak. Go back and drink it."

Take medicine for ten days, then eat more meat and eggs, and don’t eat less vegetables.”

The patient was surprised and happy, "I, I'm pregnant?"

Man Bao nodded: "It should be seventy-two days. It may not be accurate. It is calculated based on your last menstrual period."

Tears rolled down the patient's face, "That one is never allowed. It only comes once every three or four months."

Man Bao knew that some people would be like this due to insufficient blood in their bodies, but as long as they were regular, it would not be a very serious disease, but it would be harmful to the body.

Not everyone can ensure a nutritious diet, let alone take medicine.

The more patients he sees, the more Man Bao knows this.

After thinking about it, she simply pulled out a piece of paper and wrote several meal recipes for her in one breath, saying: "This is a meal for nourishing the fetus and nourishing qi and blood. You can take it back, whether it is before or after childbirth."

You can eat them all.”

The patient held the paper and could not recognize the words on it.

Man Bao said: "It mainly uses eggs. Just raise a few more chickens at home to lay eggs. Don't underestimate eggs. Their nutrition is not much less than that of meat."

She told her how to make these dishes.

Manbao doesn't know how to cook, but she has a lot of dietary recipes, including medicinal recipes.

She just can't do it, but patients can, most women can, and they can remember it after listening to it once.

Sure enough, she remembered it as soon as Man Bao finished speaking, but she didn't recognize the yam and the like she was talking about, so she folded up the recipe and put it in her arms, and decided to take it back to the village for recognition.

The person who wrote it will take another look, and then go to the drug store to buy some.

Doctor Zhou said that this thing is not expensive and the medicine can be eaten as food.

Man Bao waited for her to leave and then began to examine the old man's body. After a while, he determined that he did not have any bad sequelae of the smallpox treatment.

However, it is normal for the old man to have problems. Man Bao pressed his back and waist several times, and the old man cried out twice, then stood up and felt much better.

Man Bao said: "You're fine, go back and have a good rest."

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, turned to look aside, and a young boy immediately ran up carrying a basket.

The old man placed the basket on Man Bao's table and said with a smile: "Physician Zhou, these are the eggs I gave you. Please accept them for your kindness."

Manbao had received many gifts in the morning, so he declined as usual: "Old man, I am not short of food now. You can take it back, just in time to replenish your body."

But the old man had already held his grandson's hand and turned to leave. He said: "It's your business if you don't lack. It's my business if I give it away. Just accept it."

After that, he walked away as fast as he could, without any trace of his trembling appearance just now.

Man Bao opened his mouth wide. Did she make a mistake?

As soon as the old man left, a government official came forward to inform him that this morning's diagnosis would be here first. Everyone can go have lunch first and come back later...

So many people in the team ran up quickly with their things, forcefully stuffed them into Man Bao and Zhou Liru's hands, or put them directly on the edge of the table and ran away.

Zhou Liru declined repeatedly, "We really don't need it..."

But everyone didn't listen to them at all. They put down their things and left. Some even stopped lining up and left quickly.

Man Bao sighed, "Forget it, just take it."

Zhou Liru could only call on the government officials to come up and help. Most of the things they delivered were eggs, vegetables, rice and noodles, but not much. They were either a basket or a small cloth bag.

Most of the cloth bags only weighed three or four kilograms, but both the rice and the flour were as white as snow, so they were obviously of the highest quality.

This is something that most people would not hesitate to eat at home.

Everyone didn't give much, but there were many people who couldn't bear to give. The table was full of things, and the sides around the table were also full.

Zhou Liru asked while collecting them, "Sister-in-law, what should I do with these things? Do we want to take them with us?"

Man Bao said: "Let's send them all back to the Governor's Mansion. Then we can just pick some and take them with us, and leave the rest to the sister-in-law."

She said: "I seemed to have heard from someone yesterday that Sister-in-law had people clean up the charity hall in Xiazhou City and adopted many orphans after the disaster. These things can be sent to the charity hall."

Mrs. Cui thought so too.

Seeing that Man Bao had brought back so many things, she thought for a moment and thought of this place. She said: "After the smallpox, many children's parents and relatives died. They also had to eat hundreds of meals when they grew up.

And there are some children whose entire village has suffered. When they return to the village, the older children raise the younger children. I am afraid that they will become beggars in a short time, so I asked people to clean up the charity hall and raise them all in it."

Man Bao asked: "How does the sister-in-law plan to arrange them?"

Ms. Cui said with a smile: "I decided to contact the rich households in the city. When the time comes, people will donate more things. In addition, the Yamen will provide subsidies. I should be able to support them for a few years. When they reach fourteen, they can return to their hometown to allocate land for farming.

Already."

"It will take several years. What have they been doing in the charity hall in the past few years?" Bai Shan, who had just walked around the charity hall, came back and heard the words: "I went to see the children inside.

Some are only about two years old, and some are as old as twelve or thirteen years old. In other words, they will stay in the charity hall for about two to twelve years."

"Two years may seem short, but in fact, for people who have nothing to do, every day is very long. If the school sister-in-law cannot properly arrange for them, I am afraid that if they stay in the city, they will eventually become beggars or bastards."

Mrs. Cui was surprised for a moment, and then said: "Shantang sometimes takes over some work of removing, washing, and rubbing hemp for them, and they usually don't have much free time."

Bai Shan shook his head, "I saw it today. How could a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy sit in the charity hall every day, washing, washing, and rubbing hemp? Moreover, they know how to do this kind of work. They are just useless and don't make much money. For them,

There will be no benefit at all in the future.”

Ms. Cui paused after hearing this, and then asked him, "Then what suggestions do you have?"
Chapter completed!