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Chapter 142 The medicine is not enough
Brother Rui rushed home. Although everyone in the family had gone back to their rooms, they did not fall asleep. When Brother Rui arrived home, Brother Liang rushed out.

"How is it? Is there something wrong?"

"The condition has improved, I'll come back to get the medicine, you go tell the milk and others." Rui Geer went to get the medicine after finishing speaking.

In the living room, the people accompanying Mrs. Zhang and Liu were overjoyed when they heard the news about Brother Liang.

"Mother, I just said that Fu Bao is a blessed person. You can see that the epidemic can be overcome at this time." Sun Taohua breathed a sigh of relief, the young lady has survived.

"That's right, mother, Fubao is fine, you can go to bed first." Da Li comforted, "We all have to take care of our bodies, otherwise we or you will be sick when Fubao is well. .”

Mrs. Da Li is now seven months pregnant, not long before giving birth, and her belly is very big.

"Then, I'll rest first. If you have anything to tell me in time, don't hide it from me." Zhang Liushi knew that it was useless to stay here by herself, and she had to be accompanied.

Ruige'er was stunned after grabbing five sets of medicines. The ingredients were not enough, so he hurriedly took the five sets of medicines to the isolation room without thinking about it.

"Little Brother Wu, I can only make up five sets of medicines at home, what should I do?" Rui Geer shouted through the wall.

Before the words fell, the hearts of the others who had just let go were lifted again.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Dr. Zhao." Zhang Xiaowu picked up the medicine, handed it to Qian Maisui, and ran into the room.

Dr. Zhao is taking the pulse while recording everyone's pulse.

"Find someone to go to the town. Our pharmacy has medicines, so we must be fast." Dr. Zhao confessed.

Dr. Zhao said while wiping the sweat from his forehead. Many people have already started to lose consciousness in this day.

Now there are five more medicines, which are not enough for each person.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhang Xiaowu immediately spread the word.

The village chief who was standing at the base of the wall immediately summoned several young adults who were guarding the base of the wall when he heard it.

"The five of you went to Jiuzhitang in the town overnight to get the medicine from this prescription."

"Village chief, let's go now."

Everyone was in a hurry, the people living here were their closest relatives, and they were afraid that a minute's delay would lead to a major event.

"Okay." The village chief nodded.

Five young and middle-aged people set off, and each of them took tools when they returned home, some with hoes, and some with sickles, to prevent accidents on the road.

Old man Zhang and the village head were sitting in the corner, each holding a stick of dry tobacco, smoking fiercely.

at this time.

Qingshan Fucheng.

Zhao Qingfeng applied three medicines in a row, all of which were improved on the basis of the original ones, but the effect was minimal.

"Doctor Zhao, what do you mean by the emperor sending us here? Isn't that just to watch us die?" a doctor named Sun Zhiyuan complained.

He is 25 and six this year, and it has been more than a year since he was admitted to the imperial hospital. He thought it would be a good job to treat the nobles of the palace. It was pushed out.

What a shame.

"Doctor Sun, don't think like this. Our duty is to save lives and heal the wounded. Wherever it is needed, we will go there." Zhao Qingfeng said while flipping through medical books to see if he could find a more suitable adjuvant medicine.

"I..." Sun Zhiyuan gave Zhao Qingfeng a blank look, feeling secretly unhappy.

It was late at night, and the isolation center was still weeping.

Zhao Qingfeng had been traveling all night, and when he got there, he kept seeing doctors without rest, and he was exhausted by now.

"Master, master, I cooked a bowl of Yangchun noodles, you should eat some."

Running over with a bowl of Yangchun Noodles was Liu Xiaoxu, who was sixteen or seventeen, Zhao Qingfeng's apprentice, and also half an imperial physician, who usually helped Zhao Qingfeng.

"Where can I get this white flour? The epidemic is imminent, and the granary is in a hurry!" Zhao Qingfeng's eyes lit up.

There is nothing to eat on this journey. In the year of the catastrophe, this bowl of Yangchun noodles is really rare.

"It was taken from Jingzhao Shaoyin's house. Master Shen Yuanqing's wife is in confinement, so she ate a little bit of milk, and then gave it to me." Liu Xiaoxu explained.

Zhao Qingfeng on the side nodded.

Holding the bowl, I drank a few sips of soup along the side of the bowl.

The soup base has a light chicken broth flavor, which is really delicious.

Watching the master eat the meal, Liu Xiaoxu breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that the master would burn his body.

"Master, is it true that the epidemic cannot be cured at this time? Is it true that we will not be able to return to the capital alive?" Liu Xiaoxu looked lonely.

He is not afraid of death, but it is a pity that he is not married yet.

"You child, didn't you take that medicine before? If you take that medicine, you won't get the epidemic." Zhao Qingfeng said with a smile.

This apprentice has been with him for five or six years, and he is quick-witted and smart.

"But, it doesn't mean that it might not work."

"You are young and middle-aged, and you have always been in good health. This medicine is not harmful to you, and it can exert a greater effect."

"Yes, but what about you, Master."

"I'm fine." Zhao Qingfeng waved his hand. At such a great age, he had enough work, but his wife and children at home made him worry.

"Master, I will definitely be able to find a new adjuvant medicine to mix in." Liu Xiaoxu finished writing on his desk.

At this time, the spare granaries in Jingnan, Jingdong, and Jingxi were ready to be opened, and Qin Lang, Shen Juncheng's most proud subordinate, was ordered to escort them.

The food shortage caused by floods in northern Beijing has been alleviated a lot.

Two days later.

"Fifth Brother, I've been sleeping for a few days, when will I recover." Fu Bao finally woke up after drinking the medicine for two days.

The weakness and soreness all over my body have completely disappeared, but I am very weak, I have been sick for so many days, I have not eaten anything, and I have been lying still and have not exercised.

"Okay, it will be ready soon." Zhang Xiaowu cried with joy.

Dr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief seeing everyone in the isolation center getting better day by day, and then he was overwhelmed with surprise.

"Brother Qi, everyone's illness is improving. There is nothing unexpected. I want to go back to the town to see a doctor. I have been away from Jiuzhitang for so long, so I have to go back and have a look."

"Then master, go back, and leave the rest to the disciples. I will not embarrass you." Brother Qi was sick late, and he took the medicine in time, so he recovered quickly.

Can stand up now.

The epidemic in Qingshan Village was cured, and there was no death. This matter quickly attracted the attention of the county government.

The county magistrate hurried to Qingshan Village.

at this time.

the village.

"I'm done tidying up and I'll be leaving in a while, but there's one more thing." Dr. Zhao, who was standing beside Brother Qi, glanced at Fu Bao and hesitated to speak.

"Doctor Zhao, just tell me what you have, what do you think I am doing, is there a flower on my face?" Fu Bao joked with a smile.

When she woke up, Zhang Xiaowu told her that everyone's condition improved because of taking the medicine she prescribed.

So Zhang Xiaowu praised her.

(End of this chapter)