Chapter 27 Crown of Thorns

1 In the morning, she boils Chinese medicine on time.The fixed content of life becomes a repetitive ritual.Wash your hands, open the traditional Chinese medicine paper package, and pour the medicinal materials into the Rendian ceramic decoction jar.pour water.After soaking the medicinal materials for an hour, start to boil.Medicinal materials are basically pieces of plant rhizomes, leaves, flowers, fruits or fragmentary insect crustaceans.She has learned to distinguish the smell, color, and texture of each medicinal material, and to call their names accurately. In order to study her disease, she read some books on medical theory and introduction to Chinese medicinal materials.This is a kind of learning combined with practice.No longer admire the mystery of doctors.What can be convinced is knowledge that has been demonstrated in practice.

The turtle shell and gypsum need to be fried for fifteen minutes first.The hard and whitish broken nails and crystals will gradually soften and melt in the hot air.Patrinia has elongated broken spike flower heads.Atractylodes macrocephala, cut into small, round slices.Polygonatum, short brown branches.The electric medicine tank soon made the sound of chug and steam.Fast cook for five minutes and slow cook for fifteen minutes.In this way, the first fresh brown concoction exudes heat and is poured into the large glass bottle.Continue to add water, and boil for another 30 minutes, which is the second medicinal solution.After mixing is the dose to be taken in a day.

The slightly pungent fragrance from the herb evaporates, and after a long time, it penetrates into every molecular gap of the air and substances.This pervasive odor can sometimes be detected on skin, nails and hair as well.The same goes for clothes.It can't be washed clean. She said that if one day the Tibetan version of LP wants to update the information of Rima Hotel, it may be written in the book: a young sick woman and her medicine become the iconic sight of this dilapidated old hotel. After a long time, he was able to distinguish the different voices in the corridor.The hotel hostess was getting fatter and was always walking in a pair of rubber shoes.Sometimes I bring guests to open new rooms, and sometimes open the door for guests who come back late after drinking in the middle of the night.A large bunch of room keys on his waist clattered.Maybe it was meeting a pair of ghosts who came home late in the corridor, and they babbled dissatisfied loudly.There were titters.The door opens and closes.There was a splashing sound from the bathroom next door, and a soap opera was playing on the evening channel on the TV.Dogs barked from the houses downstairs, and they often made restless commotions in the middle of the night.Living in a hotel room is like perching on the banks of a river.Day and night, hear the rhythm of its water waves shaking.

Her room is at the end of the corridor on the third floor.The white powder-painted walls and ceilings feature hand-painted patterns.Flowers, animals, and auspicious patterns are intertwined with each other.The window frames and eaves are painted with intricate lines of flowering branches and vines.Perhaps because they have been living surrounded by barren gray mountains, Tibetans love pure colors.Sapphire blue, garnet red, and parrot green, the pigments have been faded by the air over time.She is familiar with those patterns, closing her eyes, she can simulate their fantastic lines in the dark like kaleidoscope fragments.

On the wall directly opposite the bed was a framed black and white photo.An old Tibetan aristocratic woman, sitting on a chair, with three maids standing behind her.Crude reproduction techniques turned the light on her face into patchy shades of gray.The bun is tall, and the body is stiff, and the large turquoise and coral beads hanging around the neck can be seen, giving off a faint light.The woman closed her haughty lips and stared straight ahead.The whole photo is shrouded in a fatalistic atmosphere, which makes people feel afraid.She tried to climb onto the desk and covered the black-and-white photo facing the bed with her shirt.This is how you can fall asleep.

Barkhor Street has a blue sky, scorching sun and white clouds.The bustling crowd flows like a tide.The smell of those strangers' skin, their shapes, colors, and sounds, seemed to be wrapped in hot, warm mud.Boiling vitality.In the square, there are prayer-turning people kneeling down.These travel-worn ascetics advance around the temple in a clockwise direction, kneel on the ground, quickly stretch their hands forward, prostrate themselves on the ground, bend their elbows and put their hands on their foreheads as a sign of worship.The movement may be repeated a hundred or two hundred times until exhaustion.This kind of behavior symbolizes the humility from the heart, and completely ends the self-illusion when stretching the body and crawling on the ground.

She said that a person who has completed the self-termination will cleanse his heart of all attachments to everything. 2 She was carried back to the ward after a nearly two-hour operation.Someone carried her to the hospital bed and woke up from the anesthesia. The first face she saw was that of the strange man.Still delirious, hungry, and thirsty.Drink water after six hours.Can't eat.She had a fever and her forehead was hot.His whole body seemed to be lying in the embers of the flames.She just longed to be able to fall asleep, so that she could avoid this torment.She fell asleep again.When I woke up, it was already dark.