This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

With a serious face, he finished speaking solemnly.

Shen Huan couldn't laugh or cry.

Seeing Song Chunjing staring at him in a blink of an eye, he stopped laughing and asked quickly, "How much is the amount?"

"These are the medicines. Wind-cold is a common disease, and there are no medicinal materials that can counteract it, so more or less is nothing more than a matter of how fast it can be cured." Song Chunjing turned his head and coughed, "You can figure it out."

Shen Huan: "..."

Song Chunjing signaled him to go quickly.

Shen Huan weighed the herbs in his hand, had no choice but to go out, and moved the small stove to the door of Song Chunjing.

He started the fire, and the smoke was billowing.

Song Chunjing said in the house: "Be careful, don't burn the house down."

"It was because I was afraid of burning the house that I lifted the stove out!" Shen Huan shouted.

Song Chunjing casually let out a "huh" and stopped talking.

Although the master told him to figure it out by himself, Chen Huan didn't dare to really figure it out. He took a few books and read a lot of medical cases before adding or subtracting the weight of a few herbs, and throwing them into the flat bottom of the round belly in the pot.

He added half of the water to the casserole and shouted, "Master! How much water do you want to add?"

"You can figure it out," Song Chunjing said.

Chen Huan thought he heard it wrong, and asked again, "Master! Water! How much more?"

This time the voice inside was louder, Song Chunjing seemed to be standing by the window, "You can figure it out."

Shen Huan: "..."

Shen Huan looked at the pot and felt that it was about the same.

So he lit the fire, and he wanted to ask how long it would take to fry, but he didn't ask after thinking about it, and flipped through the book by himself.

One quarter of an hour.

He found the answer and breathed a sigh of relief.

Two-thirds of a quarter of an hour passed, and small bubbles appeared in the pot. Seeing that the water was getting less and less, Shen Huan worried that it would be dry, so he added a large bowl of water.

Watching the small bubbles keep turning into big bubbles.

Let out a breath.

Song Chunjing sat at the square table in front of the window and opened the window halfway.

Seeing the busy figure of his young disciple from the crack of the window, he lost his mind for a while.

After Shen Huan finished boiling the medicine, he brought in a bowl and held it in both hands.

There was no one on the bed, so he looked around and found Song Chunjing by the window.

Shen Huan walked over, followed his gaze and looked outside.

I found that it was facing my small medicine stove.

... Master saw all the fuss.

Shen Huan blushed, embarrassedly holding the medicine and handing it to him, "Master, here it is."

Song Chunjing took it and took a sip, "The fire is too hot, pour some water."

Shen Huan nodded and walked out.

After going out, I added another bowl of water to the casserole.

Just added half, Song Chunjing said from behind: "Shen Huan."

Shen Huan stopped his movements.

Song Chunjing said without emotion: "I told you to throw some water on the fire."

Shen Huan immediately froze on the spot as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points.

But it's not the first time it's been embarrassing.

Shen Huan nodded resignedly.

Song Chunjing explained again, "Remember, don't add water to the pot halfway, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine will be lost by half."

Shen Huan: "..."

Song Chunjing saw his appearance, and said: "If it has been added, cook it again."

Shen Huan almost kowtowed his head like a woodpecker all morning. Hearing this, he quickly put a towel on his hands and poured out the soup from the pot.

Do it all over again.

This time he gained experience and operated in an orderly manner.

Near noon, the bowl of steaming hot medicine was long overdue, and finally appeared on the small square table again.

Song Chunjing picked it up in one hand, took a sip, and frowned.

Shen Huanxin raised her throat.

"The fire is not strong enough, the water is a little too much, but a little thinner." Song Chunjing said.

Shen Huan wanted to pick it up, but Song Chunjing waved his hand.

"That's it, let's talk about it tonight."

He picked up the soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Shen Huan took the empty bowl, "There's still half a pot left, I'll fill it for you."

Song Chunjing waved his hand, "One bowl is enough."

Shen Huan nodded, waiting for his next words.

Song Chunjing turned his head to the side and coughed, "According to your cooking method, the patient has to drink half a pot of water before he can take a dose of medicine." Song Chunjing said expressionlessly, "Those who have a small appetite will be overwhelmed. "

Shen Huan stood obediently and listened to the training.

"However, it is rare and practical." In the end, his master, who had no good words, concluded like this.

The flower that Shen Huan planted in his heart almost burst into laughter.

He strolled out with a bowl.

After looking at the soup in the pot, he turned his head and looked at the window.

There was no one there.

He secretly filled a bowl with half of it, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, "..."

Indescribable.

Shen Huan's painful tongue almost fell off.

I don't know how Master drank it.

He threw away the bowl in disgust, and looked at the astragalus he had planted with his mouth curled up.

A spring rain watered it alive.

It grew a palm height overnight.

Chen Huan's eyes settled down, and he squatted there staring at it in a daze.

Shen Huan is smart and willing to learn. He washed the medicine jars clean at noon and flipped through the medical books in the afternoon.

In the evening, he became more proficient.

Finally, a pot of water was mixed with herbs and boiled into a thick bowl.

He brought it into the room excitedly, and placed it carefully in Song Chunjing's hand.

Song Chunjing is painting.

Seeing this, he glanced at the blackened and blued decoction.

He frowned extremely indistinctly.

Shen Huan looked at him eagerly.

Song Chunjing didn't take a sip this time, he directly picked up the bowl and drank most of it in one go.

"Okay," he commented.

Then he picked up the tea that was hanging aside and filled a cup full of it.

There are some spring tea leaves lying on the bottom of the teacup, all of which are complete, lovely and fresh.

The leaf texture is clear and the surface stretches completely.

It doesn't look like it has been stir-fried in a wok.

Chen Huan didn't think too much, grinned happily and urged him to finish the rest.

The rest of Song Chunjing couldn't drink any more, so he put it back on the table.

Chen Huan looked at the half bowl of medicine on the table, and felt that what was wasted was not the medicine, but his heart and soul.

Song Chunjing didn't care much, and said casually: "Clean up, go and endorse."

Shen Huan nodded dejectedly, Song Chunjing thought for a while, "If the back is annoying, you can pick up other prescriptions and fry it, pay attention to how much water you add and the heat."

"Yes, I see." Chen Huan agreed, and poured out his heart and blood.

He stood by the wall and looked at it for a long time with distress.

Then I went back to read the book, but I couldn't read it.

He boiled medicine for Master twice and was praised.

I feel that I have finally learned something real after not being blinded.

It seems that I have found fun in this little earthen jar, and I still want to continue decocting medicine.

But Master has already drunk the medicine for today, so he can't fry it anymore, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Immediately, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of his father.

The general himself hurt his waist, and he hasn't healed it now, and it hurts like hell on rainy and cloudy days.

Shen Huan's thoughts came to life, thinking, let's make some medicine for dad.

Heal his back injury.

He compared the medical books and made up a set of medicine for treating bruises. He also remembered the medicine for sprained feet prescribed by Song Chunjing to the second son of the prime minister's family a few days ago, adding two flavors to the memory.

Then show it to Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing looked at it again, "It's okay, let's do it this way."

Shen Huan: "...can this work?"

"Anyway, it's something that can't kill people," he said, "Look at it, it's almost okay."

At the same time, he thought: This is a bowl of poison, as long as you boil it, your father can drink it.

Shen Huan looked at him apprehensively.

He felt that his reputation as a famous doctor might have come from his luck.

He only dared to think about it.

Song Chunjing had been visibly bored for the past two days, so he dared not speak even more.

I had to figure out how to boil the medicine by myself.

In the middle of the night, this bowl of painstaking medicine was finally delivered to the old general.

General's House.

It was pitch black outside, the general got up from the bed and drank a bowl of bitter medicine.

He let out a "ha", as if he wanted to spit out the bitter and spicy taste.

The butler quickly took a candied fruit and handed it to his mouth.

"The young master's heart."

The general muttered and chewed the candied fruit, and got over the pain.

Thinking back, I couldn't help shivering.

The housekeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's too bitter."

The general said: "My son boiled it out, and the poison can be drunk."

He ate a few more dried crabapples that were sweet enough to lose teeth, while sitting on the chair in a daze.

His back injury healed a bit, but his bones were lazy, and he didn't like to dance with a gun or a sword anymore.

Seeing that he was not in a hurry to sleep, the steward ordered his servants to bring in a large bucket with many herbs in it.

Steaming and steaming.

"It's the medicine given by the Song imperial physician. The general has a lot of bubbles, which can relax the tendons and activate the blood." The housekeeper said.

The general nodded in his chair.

He flicked his shoes and socks, and got into the water with his bare feet.

The butler stood aside and waited, and whispered: "King Li sent someone to send a greeting card."

The general nodded.