I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The apprentice caught Zhe Yu's pulse, and the shock, astonishment and unconcealable sadness for a moment passed in a flash.

He lowered his head in a hurry, a teardrop fell on the back of his hand.

What a chaotic pulse, what a heavy illness!

Are you... poisoned? The apprentice's voice trembled. No, it's not just poison, your internal organs...

All internal organs are damaged, and life hangs by a thread.

He raised his head and looked at Zhe Yu, with stars in his eyes.

Zhe Yu glanced at the bright place, What does it feel like? Every day, it is extremely cold first, and then extremely hot. Alternating cold and heat, life is not as good as death. However, when the pain is extreme, it becomes numb The doctor I saw before said that I could die at any time, but I was just hanging on with one breath.”

Probably, talking too much, Zhe Yu coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

The apprentice withdrew his hand for feeling the pulse, and hastened to help him breathe, the hand was already attached to his back.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Zhe Yu smiled, but the smile was desolate.

The apprentice avoided his gaze, thinking that it was time to prescribe a prescription, and then realized something, and paused.

I've been treated by a master doctor of traditional Chinese medicine for my disease, but it doesn't help. You, it's better not to waste the power of the medicine. Zhe Yu said with no expression.

But there is a glimmer of hope, and I can't give up. The apprentice corrected him seriously, and then said to the buddy beside him, I said, you remember. The place where rhino horns grow together...

No rhino horns. The man interrupted the apprentice mercilessly.

The apprentice raised his eyebrows, Okay, let's change the prescription. Ginseng and licorice...

Is Codonopsis ginseng okay without ginseng? the man asked again.

Baicao Poetry: ...

There is nothing in such a huge medical clinic, what kind of medicine can it do, and what kind of world can it save?

But he forgot that this is just a remote town, and it's normal not to find those precious medicinal materials here.

Zhe Yu's originally gloomy expression was a little dumbfounded at this moment, if it wasn't him who was sick. Isn't it funny for an apprentice who doesn't even know what medicinal materials are in his own medical center!

The apprentice stood up, bowed to Zhe Yu, wait a moment. He opened the door curtain and went to the front hall, stopped in front of the medicine cabinets, and came back after a while.

He repeated the prescription: Use dried lacquer, cypress kernels, dogwood, and jujube kernels, grind them into powder, add honey to make balls the size of phoenix seeds. Take it with warm wine, twice a day. Go grab the medicine.

This prescription is specially used to treat five labors and seven injuries, eliminate injuries, tonify the middle, and calm the five internal organs.

The buddy was stunned for a moment, and added a warm reminder: These medicines are very expensive.

Are you afraid that this noble young master won't pay for his medical treatment? The apprentice became angry, Isn't his wife helping to make medicine? If not, just put it here to pay off the debt. In addition, some wolfberry and yam.

Zhe Yu: ...

buddy: ...

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Zhe Yu was sent back to the ox cart, and after a while, Baicao Shi also came out with medicine in his hand.

It hurts to think about it, these medicines cost twelve or three hundred dollars.

Sister, you've come out now, why have you been away for so long? Bai Xiaoshu cared about her sister.

It's okay, Baicaoshi apologized to the old man Jiang, Uncle Jiang, please, I have to go to the stationery first... Oh, to the book store.

A bookstore is a place where pens, inks, papers and inkstones are sold. Baicaoshi almost missed the point.

Zhe Yu looked at Baicao Poetry, raised his finger without warning, and flicked on her temple.

This, this, the damn instant tenderness. Baicaoshi's face suddenly turned red.

Zhe Yu casually said: When you decocted the medicine, did you splash ginger juice on your face? You didn't wash it off. Not to mention, that apprentice just now had the same ginger color on his face. Ahem...

The scene of the death of a large society is talking about the Baicao poetry at the moment.

This is wearing clothes, can't you?