Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 633 Detoxification (Part )

"That's right!" An old woman suddenly pointed at the green flocs and shouted, "I saw this when I was young. These green threads are puffer fish poison!"

Song Ying raised her hand and pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair. She brushed away the dirt and the tip of the hairpin was immediately covered with a layer of faint blue luster.

She breathed a sigh of relief and fed the remaining duck blood in the bowl to Mrs. Zhang: "Keep feeding her blood and see if she can spit out some more. Then boil some rice oil. It should be thick enough to hold chopsticks."

After spitting out the poisonous blood, Mrs. Zhang's condition improved significantly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The woman holding the duck couldn't help but say, "This duck's death was worth it."

After the remaining duck blood was poured in, the filth that Mrs. Zhang vomited out consisted of only a trace of green flocs. Now, without Song Ying's explanation, everyone understood that the poison had been vomited out almost completely.

Everyone was happy, and they looked at Song Ying with increasing respect. After the rice oil was cooked, Yan Qiu asked curiously, "Doctor Song, can this rice oil also detoxify?"

"It protects the stomach. 'Food Materia Medica' says that rice oil nourishes the stomach, like ointment covering a sore. It's like a soft armor spread across the stomach, leaving no room for residual toxins to enter."

This explanation was easy to understand, and Yanqiu suddenly realized, "So that's it!"

Song Ying carefully felt Mrs. Zhang's pulse again. The pulse under his finger was like a ball rolling on a plate, smooth and rapid, but there was a hint of astringency in the radial part. This was a sign that the fetus was shaken and the evil toxins had not yet been eliminated.

She withdrew her hand, frowning slightly. The detoxification prescription was not difficult. With the emergency medicines they brought with them and some special medicinal herbs from Beijing, they could put together a prescription to remove the remaining poison.

There is no medicinal herb that can protect the fetus.

Wait a minute, how could a distinguished Hanlin editor travel far away with his pregnant wife without bringing medicine to preserve the pregnancy?

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and asked, "Master Zhang, did you bring any medicine to preserve pregnancy on this trip?"

Editor Zhang nodded. "Before leaving, I specifically asked Imperial Physician Liu from the Imperial Hospital to prescribe several prescriptions."

Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't bring any herbs to protect the fetus."

Editor Zhang understood what he meant and immediately asked the maid to get the medicine and unfold it one by one.

Seeing the ramie roots, Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief. After picking and choosing, he quickly put together a pregnancy-preserving medicine based on ramie roots, supplemented with donkey-hide gelatin and other medicines.

He ordered his servants to boil the soup in a clay pot and gave it to Mrs. Zhang.

After tossing and turning until midnight, Mrs. Zhang's pulse finally stabilized. Song Ying gave a few instructions and left.

Outside the cabin, the night was as dark as ink. The gatekeeper leaned against the bulkhead, her graying head nodding as she snored softly, clearly half asleep and half awake.

Song Ying stepped lightly over the threshold. Just as her shoe soles touched the deck, she felt a shadow shift beside her. Her heart tightened, and her fingers instinctively reached for the silver needle in her sleeve, only to see Yuan Qing emerge from behind the mast. The moonlight cast a shadow of varying depths on his brow.

"Is it all right?" He lowered his voice very low.

"It's okay for now." Song Ying rubbed the back of his stiff neck. The cool river breeze made him feel cold and hungry. "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

She took time to eat in the afternoon and evening, but taking care of a patient is a very stressful job, especially a pregnant woman who was poisoned. She was on edge all the time, and now that she relaxed, she felt extremely hungry.

Yuan Qing took out an oil-paper bag from his bosom and handed it to her. "Have a piece of Poria cocos cake first. I asked the cook to make some wontons with shepherd's purse and shrimp. I'll cook them for you right away."

"Can you cook?" Song Ying expressed his doubt. Although the Yuan family was not rich, they doted on him, their golden egg, and did not let him do any housework.

Yuan Qing chuckled: "It's just throwing wontons into boiling water. You know such basic skills."

Song Ying thought so too. Just as he was about to go to the kitchen, a clear voice sounded behind him, "It's our fault that we neglected Dr. Song and made him starve while practicing medicine. We are truly ashamed."

Song Ying looked back and saw Zhang Bianzhu standing in the cabin corridor. The watery moonlight shone in through the window, revealing a faint green shadow under his delicate eyebrows.

"Madam Zhang," he called softly, his voice a little weary, "bring the Songjiang perch we prepared yesterday, open a jar of pear blossom liquor, and prepare a few side dishes."

After that, he bowed to Song Ying and said, "The boat is simple, I hope Doctor Song will not mind its crudeness."

"No, no!" Song Ying waved his hand quickly, "It's late at night, a bowl of wontons is enough."

Yuan Qing bowed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Hanlin, I will take care of it myself."

Editor Zhang's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned to Song Ying and asked, "Who is this?"

"He is..." Song Ying hesitated. Zhang Bianzhuan seemed to have guessed his identity before. If he revealed Yuan Qing's identity now, would it bring trouble to his future path in the imperial examination?

While he was still hesitating, Yuan Qing bowed again, his manner upright: "I am Yuan Qing, a scholar from Shunqing Prefecture in the Dingsi year."

The moonlight shone on his straight back, making his blue shirt look particularly clear and transparent.

He raised his head, his eyes showing three parts of smile and seven parts of calmness. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and he observed the etiquette of a scholar.

Aunt Zhang, who was standing behind them, heard this and swung the lantern she was holding slightly, a dim halo of light swaying between the three of them. She couldn't help but interrupt, "Huh? Aren't you two brother and sister?"

Her weather-beaten eyes looked back and forth between the two men. When she saw this handsome young man standing guard outside the cabin, she thought he was Doctor Song's brother. But she didn't expect that one was surnamed Song and the other was surnamed Yuan, which made this old woman confused.

"no,"

As soon as Song Ying finished explaining, Aunt Zhang gasped, her cloudy old eyes widening instantly: "Could it be that the two of you... eloped?!"

Song Ying: “…”

Yuan Qing said gently, "Madam, you're joking. If we really were to elope, we should have chosen a dark and windy night. Why would we flaunt it on a government ship? We've already gone through the formalities of engagement, and we've come to the capital on important matters."

As he spoke, he took out a red paper marriage certificate.

When young men and women go out, misunderstandings are inevitable. In order not to damage their reputation, they specifically bring their marriage certificates with them before leaving.

Nanny Zhang narrowed her dim eyes and saw the bright red official seal on the marriage certificate. She couldn't help but say, "This old servant's eyes are dim. I have offended Mr. Yuan and Doctor Song. I really deserve to be beaten."

As he said this, he raised his hand to slap himself.

Song Ying reached out to stop them: "Madam, you are too serious. You mean well. It's late at night and the dew is heavy. You should go and rest."

Nanny Zhang put down her hand and praised the two for their magnanimity, but she was still wondering in her heart: What could have happened that would make two young men and women travel so far alone?

Seeing that the two insisted on making their own wontons, Editor Zhang did not force them. He bowed solemnly to Song Ying again and said, "Doctor Song, your miraculous healing skills have saved my wife from danger. I will never forget this kindness."

He took out a business card and handed it over: "My name is Zhang Renzhi, from Jiangling, Huguang. If there is any need for me in the future, please let me know."