Magical Medicine in ancient times

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"Clang...clang..."

A guard in a square hat beat a gong in his hand and walked through the streets and alleys.

The people opened the windows one after another and stuck their heads out, looking towards the sound, with doubts and fear on their faces.

"Fathers and folks, I have some good news for you today! Dr. Zhou of Zhou's Medical Center has developed a cure for the plague! Mr. Xu has already taken the prescription to Jiminfang, East Street, to treat patients! If everyone has Those who have a fever and feel uncomfortable can go to Dongjie to get medicine! Those who have no problem can go to Zhou’s Medical Center to get a bowl of Shenshu Anther Soup to drink, to keep fit and prevent plague!”

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The guard repeated the words loudly while beating the gong.

The people hiding in the house heard the news with different expressions, wondering whether they should believe it or not.

That is the plague!

No matter how powerful Dr. Zhou is, it is impossible for Dr. Zhou to develop a prescription for the plague that killed countless people in such a short period of time!

Maybe the officials just want to trick them out to be scapegoats.

Those who have no doubts about this are rejoicing, Dr. Zhou is the God of Medicine who came into the world, and this disease should be avoided when encountering the God of Medicine!

They carefully opened the door that had been closed for a day and a night, and walked out, bathed in the early morning sunlight. Their eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, were stimulated by the sunlight and squinted uncomfortably, with tears streaming down their faces.

"Old Li, you came out too?"

"Old Zhang, are you going to Zhou's Medical Center?"

"Old Feng, you are still alive, let's go and drink the magic water together..."

Those who didn't believe it still hid in the house, secretly watching the people standing in the sun.

"Be careful, be careful, don't hurt the sacred tree!"

Standing in the backyard of Zhou's Medical Center, Xu Wenzhang looked up at the tall osmanthus tree bathed in the sun, as if emitting holy light.

Although he had heard the name of the Divine Tree many times before, it was the first time he saw the true face of the Divine Tree today!

Really noble and elegant, beautiful!

Several servants squatted at the foot of the luxuriant osmanthus tree, carefully holding the thick layer of golden yellow petals scattered on the ground into the wooden barrel beside them.

When a bucket is full, someone will carry it to Jiminfang, East Street, where the doctor will cook Baidu powder and feed it to the sick people.

After carrying three buckets in a row, Mr. Xu ordered someone to cook Shenshui soup in the back kitchen.

After the soup was boiled, someone brought a bowl of medicinal soup to Xu Wenzhang, and immediately a strong fragrance came to his nostrils along with the heat. The room was blown away by the wind.

This is so delicious!Xu Wenzhang unconsciously secreted saliva.

He picked up the fragrant medicinal soup and brought it to his mouth. The mouthfeel was sweet and sweet, and the warm air rushed straight to the stomach. A wave of warm heat rolled between the stomach and spread to the limbs.

Xu Wenzhang squinted his eyes comfortably, and even his beard was so beautifully raised.

"Okay, good medicine! It really is a magic medicine that can cure the plague, it is really extraordinary!"

Xu Wenzhang was amazed.

"Hurry up, bring the medicinal soup to the entrance of the medical hall, and let the common people drink a bowl!"

At this moment, there was already a long queue at the door, and everyone was holding a bowl in their hands.

"Come here, come here, sweet-scented osmanthus soup is here! Boss, come quickly..."

Ali greeted Song Neng.

After hearing that they could come and drink osmanthus soup, the two couldn't wait to open the door and guard the entrance of the medical hall.

This is the flower of the sacred tree!Drinking it will definitely cure all diseases, what plague are they afraid of!

Song Neng and Ali each held a bowl of fragrant medicinal soup, sniffed it close to their noses, their faces were full of intoxication.

"It's so fragrant, it really is a sacred tree, this sweet-scented osmanthus soup is extraordinary!"

The two buried their heads and poured it in. The stagnation that had been pent up in the room for a day and night disappeared instantly, and the two breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so delicious!Want to have another bowl!

The two looked at each other and turned around tacitly.

"What are you doing! You can't come back after you've drank, get out of the way quickly..."

The two stood aside and looked at the old man who was kicked out of the team, feeling a sense of loss in their hearts.

It turns out that they are not the only ones who want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus soup!

"This notopterygium and duhuo are good at dispelling the evil of rheumatism all over the body, relieving the exterior and relieving pain, Bupleurum and Chuanxiong disperse wind evil, these herbs can strengthen the body and eliminate evil, and add platycodon grandiflorum and Citrus aurantii to regulate the qi mechanism, dispel silt and smooth the qi..."

In Jiminfang, an old doctor with full hair and full hair was holding a prescription written by Zhou Jin in his hand and muttering words, surrounded by two doctors with beards on the left and right, squinting at the prescription carefully.

"The combination of Peucedanum and Platycodon grandiflora can help the lung qi of the upper energizer to descend, and the combination of Bupleurum, Poria cocos, and Citrus aurantium can help the spleen and stomach, move qi and dampness, so as to help the spleen and stomach move and transform." The person on the left echoed, pinching his beard: "This prescription It can indeed strengthen the body and dispel pathogens, dredge the meridians, clear the lungs and detoxify.”

"But this alone can alleviate the patient's condition, but it can't cure the pimple plague!" The doctor on the right frowned, he was really puzzled!

Although this Baidu powder is ingeniously formulated, it has the effect of warming and nourishing the patient's qi and blood, meridians, spleen and lungs, but it can't be seen that there is any peculiarity in treating pimple plague.

The only thing that surprised everyone was the sweet-scented osmanthus that was used as medicine!

But how can sweet-scented osmanthus be used as medicine!

"It's a joke! How can this prescription cure the plague! Yellow-toothed children dare to talk nonsense! Isn't this a joke about the lives of the people?" The old man in the middle pressed the prescription on the table, blowing his beard and staring.

"Old Wei, be careful... this is sent by Mr. Xu!" The middle-aged doctor on the left turned pale with shock, and quickly took the prescription. He was relieved to see that it was not damaged at all.

"Old Lin, do you really take this prescription as a treasure?"

"Yes, Lao Lin, have you studied medicine for many years and still can't see the effect of this prescription? Except for this strange sweet-scented osmanthus, I really can't believe that this Baidu powder can cure the plague." The doctor on the right said .

"Old Wei, Old Gong, why don't I know about it! But this is the prescription that Mr. Xu has ordered and sent over, and he swore that it can cure the plague! We are helpless now, and there is nothing we can do. It's better to prepare the medicine and boil it Give it to the patient to see how the situation is, and this prescription is also beneficial to the patient..."

Lao Lin's worried suggestion, they really have nothing to do, since Dr. Zhou is so sure this week that he convinced Mr. Xu, then they should try it, maybe it will be useful!

Several people looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus that was placed aside. Tiny flowers were piled up in a wooden barrel, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

The guard standing aside looked at the three people in front of him, and said helplessly, "Three doctors, have you discussed it? Master Xu ordered you to quickly prepare the medicine according to the prescription, so that we can boil it and give it to the patient." Come on, don't delay any longer!"

"Hey, that's all, let's make it according to this prescription, there is no harm in left or right." Wei Lao sighed, picked up a small scale and began to weigh the medicine.

Seeing that Lao Lin and Lao Gong had already started to act, they also started to get busy.

The prescriptions were prepared one bag after another, and the guards took the prepared medicines and walked aside to start cooking with the medicine boys.

Over the Jimin Square, there is a wave of hot air, and the smell of medicine mixed with the unique fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafts in the air.

The patient who was curled up on the bed frame and groaned and groaned in pain, his nose fluttered in unison when he smelled the smell, and he opened his bloodshot eyes.

"What kind of medicine is this? It smells so good..."

"It's so comfortable, my head doesn't hurt so much after smelling it..."

"Come here, hurry up and get the medicine, I want to drink the medicine..."

"It smells so good, I want to drink medicine, I feel uncomfortable, please help me, I don't want to die..."

The patients cried out.

"Old Wei, have you smelled this? It's so comfortable. My forehead, which has been throbbing just now, is much better." Lao Lin stroked his forehead and shook his head, with surprise in his eyes.

"It really smells good, my heart feels much more comfortable..."

Old Wei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sighed and raised his face slightly, with a soothing expression on his face.

"It's just adding a flavor of sweet-scented osmanthus, but it has such a miraculous effect. Could it be that this sweet-scented osmanthus is really not ordinary?"

Lao Gong's nose twitched, he was shocked!

Several people glanced at each other, could this medicine really cure the plague?

A wave of hope rose in the hearts of several people.

Bowl after bowl of medicinal soup was brought to the room, and the faces of the medicine boys were covered with thick cloth towels, sweat rolled down their foreheads, and even their eyelashes were wet.

"The medicine is here, give me a drink quickly, I want to drink the medicine..."

The medicine boy handed over the medicine bowl, and the patient quickly approached and gulped it down.

Then his head sank and he pressed it against the pillow.

"Comfortable... Let's have another bowl!"

"No, drink one bowl at a time, overdose can be harmful..." Yaotong refused in disapproval.

After drinking the medicine, the less ill one clamored for another bowl.Those who were seriously ill loosened their frowning brows and fell asleep.

They can finally have a good rest!

The burning pain from the inside of the body haunted them deeply for a long time, making them unable to sleep peacefully.Under the vicious circle, the condition became more and more serious.

The three elder Wei walked in wearing cloth scarves covering their mouths and noses. The room that had been filled with pain and groaning finally returned to calm, and some people even slept with comforting peace.

Several people were greatly shocked, this prescription is really effective!

Did they wrong Dr. Zhou?

They couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Jin, and at the same time, admire him.

"Stop, Doctor Fang has ordered that no one is allowed to enter or leave Xiahegou Village now!"

Meng Zhou raised his hand to stop the innocent-looking young man in front of him.

Good young master from a rich family, what are you doing in this remote mountain village!I really have nothing to do when I am full!

Now this river ditch can be described as a hell on earth, and there are still people rushing to seek death!

Zhou Jin stopped in his tracks, looked at the livid-faced man in front of him, and explained in a good-tempered manner: "Brother, I am a doctor, and I came to treat the villagers under the order of Mr. Xu."

"Huh?" Meng Zhou looked Zhou Jin up and down, the person in front of him had a beardless face, clear eyes, a young man who didn't know the sufferings of the world, he really didn't look like a doctor.

Meng Zhou stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Go, go! Don't come here to make trouble! This is not where you should come!"

He was already so annoyed that he really didn't have the time to deal with this young master.

"Brother, I'm not joking! I'm Doctor Zhou from Zhou's Medical Center, and I'm here to help Doctor Fang. You let me in quickly, this plague really can't delay!"

Zhou Jin spoke sharply, he just wanted to go in quickly, and someone might die if he waited for a minute.

"You are Doctor Zhou?" Meng Zhou was shocked, although he heard that Doctor Zhou was very young.But I didn't expect to be so young!

"That's right, I am Doctor Zhou, and Doctor Fang also knows me. If you don't believe me, you can ask Doctor Fang to come over and you'll know!"

"No need, Doctor Zhou, please come in quickly! Now Doctor Fang is busy treating the villagers, and he is already at his wits' end. You came just in time!" Meng Zhou opened the fence and welcomed Zhou Jin in enthusiastically.

"Thank you!" Zhou Jin hurriedly thanked, and then rushed all the way into the village.

But for a short distance, Zhou Jin seemed to see purgatory on earth.

There are low earth houses with stone walls, and the gates are either closed or open.

Someone was lying in the yard at random, motionless.Some people leaned against the courtyard wall with disheveled hair, and some held a child whose life or death was unknown in their arms. Their faces were full of sadness, and their eyes were red, swollen and dry, as if tears had been shed.

It was supposed to be a lively time, but the whole village was filled with lifelessness.

There was no loud talk, no talking and laughing.Some are just faces of fear or pain or numbness.

Zhou Jin's arrival did not arouse their interest, they just glanced at him casually, and stopped paying attention to him.

This is the human tragedy brought about by the plague. If the plague continues to spread, this world will really become a purgatory. I don’t know how many innocent people will die at the hands of the plague.

Zhou Jin is glad that he made the right choice, otherwise how would he face the world ravaged by the plague.

"Daddy, wake up, get up, Abao is so hungry..." There was a little boy about six years old sitting on the ground, his face was smudged, his hands were shaking vigorously, lying on the ground, closed in pain man with eyes.

Zhou Jin hurried forward, and saw the blackened lump on the man's neck with just one glance.

He pressed the man's wrist and injected the antigenic factor into the patient's body.

The man's eyelashes trembled, and the wrinkled face slowly eased.He opened his eyes, rolled them with difficulty, and said weakly, "You are?"

"I'm a doctor, and I'm here to treat you. How do you feel now?"

The man took a few short breaths and asked in confusion, "What did you do, why does my heart not hurt so much?"

"I gave you my special medicine, which is specifically for the plague."

"Really? Then we don't have to die? Can you really save us?" The man immediately raised his upper body, grabbed Zhou Jin's arm excitedly, and asked with a trembling voice.

Zhou Jin held his hand and nodded to comfort him: "Yes, the plague will pass soon, and none of you will die!"

Tears flowed from the man's eyes, dripping into the dust on the ground, he grinned, his voice choked up, and then he cried hysterically in a hoarse voice: "Why? Why? No sooner...as long as it's earlier, the child's mother won't die...cough cough..."

The man was crying and coughing, but soon he could no longer make a sound, and could only cry silently with his mouth open.

Zhou Jin didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.He knew the man wasn't questioning him, he was just venting the pain of losing a loved one.

The serious illness has taken away their lives, and everyone can only watch helplessly, there is nothing they can do!This pain of powerlessness is unbearable for all.

Only by being released in this way can they continue to live in the future.

"Daddy..."

The child also cried loudly.

Afterwards, the man seemed to have finally realized the existence of the child, so he touched his tears, hugged the child into his arms with difficulty, and patted his back to comfort him.

"Do you know where Doctor Fang is?"

The man wriggled his throat and said hoarsely: "Doctor Fang is at the village chief's house, go over there..."

The man raised his finger in one direction.

Zhou Jin looked at the past, then nodded his thanks, then got up and walked over there.

"Doctor Fang, take a break! Don't tire yourself out!"

The drug boy Xia Lin's face was covered with a cloth towel, leaving only a pair of tired red eyes.

"I'm fine, tangerine peel, Baizhi, notopterygium..." Fang Yingxuan breathed heavily, busy preparing the medicinal materials, "Where is Caihu? Why is Caihu gone?"

"Doctor Fang, Caihu was used up before, I have already told you."

Xia Lin fanned the medicine stove, raised her head and said to the restless Fang Yingxuan.

He was very worried. Doctor Fang stayed up all day and night, dispensing medicines for the villagers.They also asked the villagers to sprinkle medicinal powder all over the corners of the house to kill bacteria and eliminate harm!

However, the prescription did not work at all, the patient's condition became more and more serious, and more and more people were infected.

In the early hours of the morning, nine patients died one after another and were burned uniformly.

"If you don't have talent, how can you make medicine! You have to...cough cough..." Fang Yingxuan suddenly bent down and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

"Doctor Fang..."

Zha Lin got up and looked at Fang Yingxuan in panic.

Could it be that Doctor Fang is also infected with the plague?

So what should he do?Doctor Fang is his backbone, without Fang Yingxuan, he can only wait to die.

"Doctor Fang, how are you doing?"

Xia Lin was at a loss, and was terrified.

Fang Yingxuan finally relieved his cough by clutching his chest. He calmed down rarely, and slowly sat on the stool.

Since he discovered the pimple plague, he has not relaxed for a moment, and his whole nerves have collapsed into a string.

Now he finally calmed down, the medicinal materials on the table were scattered, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the medicine jars on the ground were rolling and gurgling.

From time to time there was a cough in the room.

So quiet, he thought.

Maybe that's it.

He has worked hard, and he has studied medicine all his life, but he can't do anything.

He raised his head to look at the panicked Xia Lin, his dark and bright eyes were full of fear at the moment, and although the dusty clothes were tied tightly around his waist with a rope, it could still be seen that they didn't fit.The long sleeves were rolled up on the arms, revealing a thin forearm stained with black ash.

He is still so young.

Fang Yingxuan closed his eyes in pain, maybe he shouldn't have brought Xia Lin here, now that he is infected with the plague, leaving Xia Lin alone, is there any way out?

"Xiao Xia, you..."

Fang Yingxuan stood up suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Doctor Fang, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Lin looked suspiciously at Fang Yingxuan who seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, and he followed Fang Yingxuan's gaze and turned his head to look over.

Not far away, a thin figure was slowly walking towards the golden sunlight, like a god coming in auspicious light.

"Doctor Zhou!"