Chapter 462: Every Needle Sees Blood

Seeing Fang Xiue open these bags, she very skillfully pinched some medicinal herbs from each bag and put them aside.

After pinching all the medicinal herbs in these bags, Fang Xiue put them all back into the box.

Then, Fang Xiue took out two rolled cylindrical cloth bundles from the box.

I have to say, these two bundles were rolled quite thick, from which it could be seen that the things inside were absolutely very precious to Fang Xiue.

Opening the first one, you could see a very small dried ginseng inside.

If you have to describe it, the main body of this ginseng was only about the size of a cigarette butt.

But the whiskers of this ginseng were quite a lot, which could be said to be quite good in quality.

Seeing Fang Xiue pick up this dried ginseng and look at it, she carefully broke off all the whiskers on it, put them back on that piece of cloth, and then put the main body of the ginseng into that pile of medicinal herbs placed aside.

Immediately after, Fang Xiue opened the last cloth bundle, inside which was a stem-like thing, black and about the size of a finger.

Fang Xiue picked up the scissors and cut a small piece from this black thing; this small piece cut down was about the size of two corn kernels.

Finally, Fang Xiue packed up the ginseng whiskers and this black thing again, and put them back into the cabinet.

Putting away the medicinal herbs placed aside, Fang Xiue turned and walked toward the outer room.

After a while, a "Dang-dang-dang" knocking sound came from the courtyard; this sound sounded like garlic was being mashed.

And at this time, Wang An was still sleeping soundly and wasn't affected by this sound.

After a while, Fang Xiue brought the garlic-mashing jar into the room; to be precise, it was a medicine-mashing jar that looked like a garlic-mashing jar but was quite a bit larger in volume.

It was clear that those medicinal herbs had already been mashed into medicinal herb flour by Fang Xiue.

Seeing Fang Xiue find a washed and cleaned canned bottle, she carefully poured the medicinal herb flour from the medicine-mashing jar into it.

I have to say, this medicinal herb flour was just right, filling a canned bottle.

After finishing these, Fang Xiue took out paper and a fountain pen from her pocket, unscrewed the pen cap, and wrote on the paper: "One wine cup before sleep every day, take with warm water."

This wine cup vessel,

is actually a miniature version of a bowl; the mouth of the wine cup is about the same size as a silver dollar.

And this wine cup thing is used in combination with a wine pot.

However, this set of things is also considered a unique product of this era and before.

And the reason is that drinking alcohol is a very luxurious thing! When Wang An was just reborn, because he ate oil cicadas, Wang Da wanted to drink alcohol, but Wang An's family couldn't afford it, so Wang Da was scolded by Liu Guilan.

When there is not enough food to eat, alcohol is truly a luxury item.

You have to know that in this era, more than 90 percent of people have problems with eating; drinking alcohol? Drink what? So, generally, when drinking alcohol, even if guests come, it's all quantified; one wine cup is half a liang of alcohol, and one wine pot is three liang of alcohol.

In other words, if there is only one guest, the host and the guest each have three cups of alcohol, and that's it.

Want to drink more? Sorry, the wine pot is empty, no more alcohol.

Of course, that's just saying so; in the Northeast, people care about face, so even if it's a thin donkey pulling sauce feces, they have to support it and serve alcohol.

However, guests who understand a little bit, after drinking three cups of alcohol, will all say they have drunk enough, and without the host adding alcohol, they will absolutely not take the initiative to continue to organize drinking.

If you are greedy and want to drink more, and the host also supports you and serves you alcohol, then when the situation is reversed, which is when it's your turn to entertain guests, how will you deal with it?

What? Not living anymore? Just because of drinking alcohol, the whole family follows you and drinks the northwest wind? After Fang Xiue finished writing, she tore off the paper and stuffed it into the canned bottle.

But I have to say, Fang Xiue's handwriting was quite good, not inferior to the handwriting Wang An wrote at all.

In truth, normally, in this era in China, the medicinal herbs eaten, which are Chinese medicine, are all boiled into medicinal soup to drink, but Fang Xiue's approach doesn't look like that at all.

This is typical swallowing of medicinal herb flour.

After finishing everything, Fang Xiue lifted the quilt and carefully observed the injuries on Wang An's body.

At this moment, the blue-purple blood marks on Wang An's body had turned black, and the skin also started to swell.

Seeing Fang Xiue observe, she turned around and took the extra-large sewing needle stuck on the newspaper on the wall.

The extra-large sewing needle is called "big cone stubble" locally; the awl for sewing shoe soles is actually this thing embedded in a wooden handle.

Fang Xiue put this sewing needle in a bowl, soaked it with boiling water, observed the position on Wang An's body, and then stuck it in with one needle.

To tell the truth, this scene was quite brutal.

That big needle went in halfway, with only half left exposed outside.

But magically, Wang An, being stuck with such a long needle, didn't wake up and was still sleeping soundly.

After a while, Fang Xiue took a towel in her hand, and the moment she pulled out this needle, she threw the towel onto the needle hole.

Immediately after, an even more magical scene appeared: the black blood marks on Wang An's body turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was clear that Fang Xiue had released all the stagnant blood on Wang An's back.

I have to say, this woman Fang Xiue in medicine is truly not simple; she even knows acupuncture.

It's just that the needle used for acupuncture can make people feel a sense of fear.

This needle hole was bleeding, and Fang Xiue continued to observe Wang An's thighs, to be precise, looking for the place to drop the needle on Wang An's thighs.

Just like this, Fang Xiue stuck four needles on Wang An, and it was truly every needle seeing blood.

However, whether it was the black blood marks on Wang An's back or the black blood marks on his thighs and buttocks, they all turned red and didn't look so scary anymore.

And until now, Fang Xiue had revealed four treatment methods because of the injuries on Wang An's body.

Oral, external application, massage, and acupuncture.

But no matter what, these methods were very effective and had a feeling of immediate effect.

It was also until this time that Fang Xiue went to the outer room to burn fire and cook.

The sleeping Wang An was awakened by a burst of fragrance; at this moment, the light in the room had also dimmed, meaning the time had arrived at night.

When Wang An sat up, he discovered that his body still didn't hurt too much.

Wang An thought it was the reason for that black pill, so he didn't take it seriously and got up to put on his clothes.

The main thing is that everyone knows that poppy is something that, as long as it is eaten, no matter how painful it is, it can be stopped immediately.

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