Magical Medicine in ancient times

Zhou Jin walked in, Ah Song was lying on the small bed in the outer room, his body curled up slightly, his eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, and his face was flushed.

Zhou Jin touched his forehead with his hands, and the tentacles were hot.

On the square carved bed in front, the bed curtain is half hung, and only the arched quilt can be seen faintly.

A light cough came from inside the bed curtain, especially clear in the dark and quiet room.

Zhou Jin hurried up and opened the bed curtain.

Liu Yongchang's haggard and blue face appeared in his vision.

His neck was swollen, his body was still trembling unconsciously, his frowning brows seemed to be in pain all the time.

At that time, the high-spirited, chic and suave man was so fragile and haggard at the moment.

Zhou Jin felt very uncomfortable. Disease is always an irresistible force for human beings.

No matter how much wealth and power you have, you are so powerless in the face of illness.

He sat on the edge of the bed, held his right hand that was resting on the edge of the bed, and called softly:

"Young Master Liu? Young Master Liu?"

Liu Yongchang's eyelids trembled, and then there was no movement.

"Total, scan his condition."

"Drip... The patient has a high fever of 39.5 degrees, neck lymph nodes, inguinal lymph nodes are inflamed and swollen, and accompanied by bleeding. The spleen and lungs are swollen, and the nerve nodes of the intestinal mucosa are swollen. There is tearing pain in the body, blood pressure drops, and heart rate is weak. The diagnosis is Plague, the disease is highly contagious, it is recommended to be treated in isolation immediately, otherwise the patient's life will be in danger."

Was it the plague?

He never expected that it would be plague. Even in modern times, plague is a kind of infectious disease with extremely high fatality rate.

"All, is there any way to treat the plague?"

"Host, with the current level of medical treatment in this time and space, there is no effective prescription to treat it. The plague is almost a terminal illness. But in the interstellar era, as long as it is not related to mental power, it is not a big problem! This kind of ancient virus has already existed. Very effective cure. I will inject the patient with t/wB antigen energy factor to kill the plague bacillus in the patient. But if this is the case, you have to think about how to explain to others how you treat this disease! "

Zhou Jin's heart tightened. The system was right. The plague was almost a terminal illness in ancient times when the level of medical care was low.

If you have the plague, you can only resign yourself to fate!It depends on whether you can resist the past. If you pass the resistance, you will produce antibodies.Those who have not resisted can only be cremated and buried.

Thinking back to the plague that broke out in the last years of the previous dynasty, which caused millions of people to lose their lives, the people were in dire straits, and indirectly brought the former dynasty to its demise!It can be seen how serious the harm this virus is to the people and the country!

Once Zhou Jin cured the plague patients, no matter other doctors, Mr. Xu, or even the current emperor, they would ask Zhou Jin to write down the treatment plan to prevent the plague from spreading again in a large area in the future!

If he refuses, what awaits him will no longer be the glory of flowers, but the curse of all the people, and even the disaster of killing himself!

He has always been very aware of this truth for being pregnant with Bi!

Zhou Jin was anxious and in a dilemma, he couldn't come up with a specific treatment prescription at all!It is even more impossible to expose the energy of the system.

But if he wanted to watch so many innocent people die from the virus, he couldn't do it no matter what.

"Er...it hurts..." Liu Yongchang raised his neck and moaned suddenly, pulling back Zhou Jin's thoughts,

"Young Master Liu?"

Liu Yongchang's body twitched, and sweat slipped into his wet temple hair.The collar slid down slightly, exposing the swollen black skin on the chest, with faint blood spots oozing out on the surface.

Shocking to see!

"Young Master Liu? How are you doing!"

Zhou Jin held Liu Yongchang's convulsive hand, waves of worry and sadness welled up in his heart like a tide.

Liu Yongchang slowly opened his eyelids, and vaguely saw a pair of worried eyes looking at him.

"You... Doctor Zhou? You're back?" Liu Yong's gray-haired eyes had a gleam of light.

"Hmm..." Zhou Jin nodded with complicated eyes.

"I thought I would never see you again..."

"How come, how do you feel now?"

"I...I don't feel so good, my whole body hurts. Where's Ah Song?" Liu Yongchang's green, white and chapped lips squirmed slightly, and a faint smell wafted out.

The suffering faced by the sick with the plague was unparalleled.

Zhou Jin glanced sideways at the man lying on the bed with frowning brows, breathing heavily.

"He's tired, resting next to him..."

Liu Yongchang pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, "Is he also sick? This fool..."

Zhou Jin held his wrist and could hardly feel his pulse.

"Doctor Zhou, thank you for coming to see me. I know this disease is very difficult to cure. If I die, you don't have to blame yourself...cough cough..."

"Young Master Liu..." Zhou Jin felt a surge of sourness, and his eyes began to blur.

"My life was picked, maybe I deserved to die ten years ago, maybe I wouldn't hurt my family as much as today! It's just that I heard that people with this disease will die miserably, with festering and pus all over their bodies , like five horses dismembering a corpse, I really don't want to die so ugly..."

"You will not die, I will cure you!"

Zhou Jin made a decision in his heart. When he finally said these words, the heavy weight in his heart from just now dissipated like a puff of smoke.

Liu Yongchang turned his eyeballs with difficulty, and stared at Zhou Jin quietly.

The dim candlelight flickered, and the entire empty room was shaking with light and shadow.Half of Zhou Jin's face was hidden in the darkness, the projection of his tall nose was imprinted on one side of his face, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and there was an inexplicable power hidden in his eyes, which made him look extremely determined.

Liu Yongchang opened his mouth: "I believe in you!"

"Total, inject him with antigenic energy factor!"

"Host, have you thought about it?"

"Yes, let's do it!"

"Drip... t/wB antigenic energy factor is injected, and the patient will feel tired..."

"Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up."

Liu Yongchang's eyelids trembled slightly, and he felt a sense of tiredness. The burning pain in his body gradually dissipated. He slowly closed his eyes, relaxed his hands, and finally calmed down his frowning brows.

"Host, the energy is starting to repair the damaged lymph node cells inside his body."

"I see," Zhou Jin got up and walked towards Ah Song who was lying beside him unconsciously, holding one of his hands, and slowly injecting energy.

"Host, have you thought about how to explain it to them?"

Zhou Jin frowned in thought, the room was very quiet, there was a crackle, and the candle flickered violently.

Zhou Jin raised one corner of his mouth: "I thought of a perfect solution!"

He opened the door and went out.

"Doctor Zhou, how is Yongchang?" Master Liu and Butler Liu who had been waiting at the door couldn't wait to greet him.

After the whole day, Mr. Liu was exhausted physically and mentally. The servants knew that Mr. Liu had the plague, and they didn't dare to go forward as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Mrs. Liu is also infected with the disease, and the situation is similar to that of Liu Yongchang.

Now everyone in the Liu Mansion is in danger, and the servants are on strike and want to leave.He no longer has the extra energy to manage the affairs of the palace.

Everyone knows the horrors of the plague, but they don't know that when the plague was rampant in the last years of the previous dynasty, one person was infected and wiped out, and tragedies that no one collected the corpse happened repeatedly.

Ever since the Liu Mansion was closed, he felt that a catastrophe was imminent.

Now Dr. Zhou suddenly came to Liu's Mansion. Although he didn't quite believe the rumors that Zhou Jin was the God of Medicine, but now he had to pin all his hopes on him.

Zhou Jin withdrew and closed the door, soothingly said: "Master Liu, you must be very aware of Mr. Liu's condition. Although the virus is rampant, it is not incurable! I have treated Mr. Liu first, and his life is not in danger for the time being. Now I If you have to go back to the medical hall to get the medicine, you will be infected by the plague, so please don’t go into the room.”

"Doctor Zhou, you mean, is there still a cure for this... this plague?" Master Liu held his chest, feeling extremely agitated, and looked at Zhou Jin expectantly with his eyes.

"That's right, you don't need to worry too much, wait for me to fetch the medicine and feed it to Mr. Liu! Within five days, Mr. Liu will be fully recovered!"

"Doctor Zhou, you are truly a god of medicine! You are so merciful and merciful, I am so grateful..." Mr. Liu was so emotional that his jaw and beard were trembling, he was about to kneel down to thank him.

Zhou Jin hurriedly stopped him, "Please get up!"

He really couldn't bear to let such a gray and haggard old man kneel down to him.

"Doctor Zhou, Mr. Liu has something else to ask. Could you please see how many people in Liu's residence are still infected with the plague?"

"Master Liu, don't worry, when I go to the medical hall to get back the medicinal materials, you call them over, and I will diagnose and treat them one by one!"

"Okay, Doctor Zhou, I really don't know how to thank you! I'll see you off now!"

Master Liu and Steward Liu eagerly sent Zhou Jin to the gate.

At the door, there were still servants sitting there with their bundles in their arms, anxious and anxious, their eyes wandering.Seeing a few people coming over, there was no reaction, and his heart was ashamed.

Now that Master Liu received Zhou Jin's affirmative answer, his heart was half relieved, and now he was finally in the mood to govern his servants.

"Ah Kai, what are you doing sitting here! Doctor Zhou is still so rude here, what a shame! Go to the kitchen and start a fire!"

Ah Kai shivered for a moment, Master Liu's perennial prestige still made him unable to ignore it.

He knelt down half dragging his burden, and said dejectedly: "Master, now that there is a plague in the mansion, everyone has no mood to work. They are dying anyway, so what is the fire?"

"You bastard! Doctor Zhou already has a cure for the plague! Get out of the way quickly, and anyone who dares to make trouble will be served with sticks!"

The few people trembled in shock from Master Liu's stern tone, and quickly knelt down, "Master, is what you said true? Can the plague really be cured?"

"Of course it can be cured! I understand your worries, but please believe me, I will definitely cure everyone in the mansion!" Zhou Jin took a step forward, his words sonorous.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Jin's long shadow was reflected on the ground, completely covering the people kneeling on the ground.

They looked up at Zhou Jin, his expression could not be seen clearly, but for no reason they felt awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhou Jin walked over and slammed on the door, loudly saying, "Brother Li Tie, open the door!"

After a while, the door slowly opened, and Li Tie stood in front of it.

"Doctor Zhou, what's the matter?"

"Brother Li Tie, I have already diagnosed Mr. Liu's illness. Although it is dangerous, there is still a cure! Can you let me go back to the clinic to dispense medicine now?"

"Doctor Zhou, are you saying that this plague can be cured?"

Li Tie's eyes widened in astonishment. Although he also harbored such a glimmer of hope in his heart, when he suddenly heard Zhou Jin say it himself, he couldn't believe it again.

"That's right!"

"This... this is really a great thing! Come out quickly!"

Zhou Jin stepped out of the gate, and Master Liu stood not far away,

"Doctor Zhou, please..."

Zhou Jin nodded.

A few servants from Akai next to him knelt aside, stared at Zhou Jin expectantly, and said anxiously: "Doctor Zhou, you must come back..."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon!"

The two guards next to him worked hard, and the two doors slowly closed, blocking the pairs of hopeful eyes inside.

"Doctor Zhou, do you have any cure? Now there are more than 80 patients in Jiminfang, and all the doctors in the town have gone there. Doctor Fang is in Xiahegou. I heard that there is the source of the disease. The situation is even more serious.”

"Don't panic, I'm going to the clinic to prepare the medicine first, and then drink it for all the sick people."

"Okay, then I'll report to your lord, I'm sure your lord will be very happy to hear the news."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the hospital first."

"I'll send someone to take you..."

"No, I'll go there in the old bus's car, it'll be soon!"

"Okay! Doctor Zhou, I thank you on behalf of all the people in the town!"

Zhou Jin smiled and jumped into the carriage.

The old man whipped his whip, the horse raised its head and neighed, and ran forward with all its strength.

"Captain Li, can Doctor Zhou really cure you this week?" A guard came up next to him, worried.

"Nonsense! Doctor Zhou never shoots at the target indiscriminately. If he says it can be cured, it will be cured!" Li Tie was categorical. He had always been full of confidence in Zhou Jin.

"But, this is pimple plague..."

Li Tie lowered one thick eyebrow, and his dark face became more fierce under the candlelight, "He is Doctor Zhou! If he can't cure it, then everyone will die!"

The officer immediately lowered his head in fear, and prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that Doctor Zhou would cure the plague.

The sound of horseshoes trampling on the empty and dark street, someone gently opened the closed window and peeked out, feeling faintly anxious about what happened again.

"Doctor Zhou, we're here!" The carriage stopped steadily at the entrance of the medical hall.

"Thank you, old man. It's really hard for you so late, you wait for me here for a while, I will go in to get the medicine, and I will trouble you to send me to Liu's mansion later."

"Okay, Doctor Zhou. Just go and do your work. It's my honor to help you, little old man!" The old man smiled heartily, and his thick, slightly aged voice echoed in the silent street.

Zhou Jin opened the door and walked into the medical hall.

However, he had only been away for two days, but he felt as if he had been away for a long time.

"Host, what exactly do you want to do? Where is there any medicine that can treat the plague? Moreover, the antigenic energy factors in Liu Yongchang and A Song's bodies have already begun to function, and the Yersinia pestis will be wiped out soon! The damaged cells in the body will also be destroyed. It will be fixed slowly."

"All, if I don't do anything, the plague will disappear. Isn't this obviously suspicious? Do you understand if you do it?"

Zhou Jin lit a candle and walked directly to the backyard.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, the tall osmanthus tree looks so elegant and noble.The petals are fluttering, one after another, scattered on the ground.

The heavy rain seemed to have no effect on it at all, but the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed even more!

A thick layer of sweet-scented osmanthus has been laid around the osmanthus tree.

Zhou Jin looked at the osmanthus tree fascinatedly, and said softly: "Since you are called the sacred tree, it's time for you to play a role!"

Zhou Jin walked over and squatted down, grabbed a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the rich fragrance of the flowers wafted out, gradually calming down his restless mood.

Zhou Jin ran to the house and took out a cloth bag and began to hold sweet-scented osmanthus in it.

"Host, what are you doing?"

"I'm grabbing medicine!" Zhou Jin's subordinates kept moving.

"Host, do you want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus as a medicine to treat the plague? It's useless at all! You clearly know..."

"Tongtong, say you are smart, but sometimes you are cutely stupid! What I want is not that osmanthus can cure the plague, but that it can reassure the hearts of the common people! Since it is a sacred tree, it is only natural that it can cure the plague."

Osmanthus fragrans originally has the effects of refreshing the mind, relieving the spirit, and relieving cough and reducing phlegm.It can warm the meridians and moisten the lungs.

Now the osmanthus tree has been enhanced by spiritual energy, which is very suitable for relieving patients' nervousness and anxiety.It can also have a good repair effect on the lungs damaged by the plague.

This sweet-scented osmanthus is what he used to explain to those superiors.

After Zhou Jin packed a few bags of sweet-scented osmanthus, he came to the lobby and began to write prescriptions.

Bupleurum, Campanulaceae, Ginseng, Chuanxiong, Poria, Citrus aurantium, Peucedanum, Notopterygium, Osmanthus fragrans...

Zhou Jin weighed and mixed the medicinal materials one by one with a scale, and divided them into small packets of about 15 grams.

This is a Baidu powder prescription formulated for seriously ill people. It has the functions of nourishing qi and relieving the exterior, dispersing wind and dampness, and regulating qi mechanism.

As long as he said that the medicine cured the plague, who could say otherwise?

After all, the facts are right in front of our eyes, the patient really got better after drinking the medicinal soup mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus!

Even if this prescription loses its effect on the plague in the future, it can only be because there is no flower from the sacred tree as a primer!

After packing the medicine, he hurried out of the clinic, got into the carriage and went to Liu's mansion.