Soon, a small basket of wild cotton flowers came back, smashed, green, sticky.
Oh, the plain wild cotton flowers are neglected, neither quarrel nor quarrel, never thought of squeezing into the precious flowers.
Two tablets of medicine were used up, dysentery was not stopped. Mother rushed to wild cotton flowers.
And it is this wild cotton flower that nobody pays attention to. In that poor and backward age, it did not know how many lives it saved!
Now think of it, that old man Liu is my savior, and the wild cotton flower is the immortal grass that saves my life.
He said that if it doesn't work, there's another prescription. There are wild cotton flowers in the meadow. When they come back, they mash their belly buttons, which is very useful for treating dysentery.
