The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Li Yan and Wen Ruolan come to a tent and lift up the curtain: "the medicine lady will have a rest for a while, and the commander will be there soon."

"Thank you, Li Xianfeng." Wen Ruolan stepped into the tent. The strong smell of herbal medicine in the room almost made her cry. She didn't even know that it was some herbs to prevent the plague.

It seems that the imperial doctors are not doing nothing. There is a long low table with several wooden piles as stools. Behind it is a bed made of wood. There is no blanket on the bed.

Before I sat down, I heard the sound of footsteps rushing outside. I immediately arranged my face and turned to stand firm.

Curtain pick up, the people who come in see Wen Ruolan when actually slightly Leng for a while.

Li Yan, who followed behind him, immediately stepped forward: "Qiao Tongling, this is lady Yao."

Wen Ruolan blessed himself: "Qiao Tongling, I'm giving you trouble."

Qiao Chu looked up and down at the petite woman in front of him. He doubted that the famous drug lady was a teenager, and frowned: "you came alone?"

"Exactly." Wen Ruolan could see that the man didn't believe in himself and was not worried: "if commander Qiao had doubts, he would not let go and find some patients to have a try."

Obviously, Qiao Chu was much more powerful than Li Yan. He was in his thirties, and his face was white. He was a little colder than Li Yan at that stop.

"Not bad." Qiao Chu came in and sat behind the low table: "Li Yan, go and carry those brothers in."

The plague was out of control. Most of the soldiers were infected. But at this time, the supplies were insufficient and the military orders were like a mountain. Qiao Chu's nest was full of fire. A few days ago, three members of the royal family came to wait on him, but they all fell ill within a few days.

"Chief Qiao, there are some herbs and pills in the carriage. I..."

"To give the medicine, the women all moved in." Qiao Chu didn't give Wen Ruolan the chance to finish. He told the guard at the tent door.

Wen Ruolan glanced at him with a slight retraction of his eyes. His forehead was blue and white and his eyes were red. Although his voice was not small, he was short of breath. It seemed that he was really serious.

The soldiers carried in were dying and wrapped in thick quilts. One of the soldiers who could still open his eyes had a dry lip. When he saw Qiao Chu, his eyes were bright and he opened his mouth: "kill me, kill me."

Wen Ruolan took a cursory look, and his eyebrows became a knot in one's heart. He stepped forward and came to the soldier: "you can't wrap them in a quilt, open them all, or I can't save them."

Li Yan looked at Qiao Chu. Qiao Chu slightly lowered his eyes and agreed. Li Yan immediately came to open the quilts of these people. At the moment of opening, Wen Ruolan almost fainted because of the pungent smell. He bit the tip of his tongue, reached out and picked up the wrist of the only soldier who could speak, and carefully felt his pulse.

She didn't expect it to be so serious. She thought that even after the flood, even the plague was just a flu like illness, so most of her drugs were supposed to deal with this, but the pulse of the man had Wen Ruolan sweating on her forehead.

After feeling his pulse, he looked back at Qiao Chu: "Qiao Tongling, from now on, all the sick people must be isolated. No one is allowed to get close to them. You can also help me."

Qiao Chu eyebrows slightly PICK: "good."

Without refusing or even hesitating, Wen Ruolan knew that Qiao Chu knew better than others that he had been infected.

With an order, the tent is the boundary point, and all people must go through the inspection of the drug lady before they can leave.

Wen Ruolan knew that if he could not delay, more than a minute would be more dangerous. This is not a common cold and fever, even typhoid and so on. But it's malaria!

Qiao Chu is the leader of the president stationed in Longhe. After he gives an order, Wen Ruolan checks the gate. Qiao Chu sits in the battle. Li Yan is black all the way and refuses to leave Qiao Chu.

Seeing off the healthy soldiers, Qiao Chu saw off his brothers and didn't say a word for a long time.

The pills brought by Wen Ruolan have been distributed. Each of the healthy soldiers takes one pill. After that, there are only three pills left.

"It's up to you if you don't go." Wen Ruolan throws three pills to Li Yan and walks to the tent.

Li Yan looked at the pills in his hand, raised his hand and threw one into his mouth, like eating sugar beans.

Qiao Chu took a deep look at Wen Ruolan and followed him.

"Do you know herbs?" Wen Ruolan asked.

Qiao Chu's face was embarrassed: "I only have a rough understanding of some herbs for hemostasis and healing."

Wen Ruolan stopped and looked back: "go to your cook's side to find the stove and cauldron for medicine, and then cook medicine in front of the tent."

"Good." Qiao Chu turned and left.

Li Yan ran over: "commander, I'll go."

"Protect the drug lady, those who violate the order will be killed!" Leaving a word behind, Qiao Chu walked away with great strides.

Wen Ruolan moved down the herbal medicine from the carriage, raised his hand to touch the jujube red horse, and sighed softly: "you are also a merit. We can't wait for you to get sick. We are all going to starve to death again. I'm sorry."

Ma Ma snorted and shook his head. Wen Ruolan was reluctant to give up, but now any living thing must be killed to prevent the spread of the plague.

"Li Yan, kill this horse. The meat and bones of the horse are divided into three big pots and boiled over there. Whether it's soldiers or victims, call for soup and meat."

Li Yan was born as a soldier in the end. Without hesitation, he unloaded the carriage and led the horse to a distance. Wen Ruolan got into the carriage and picked out the herbs. When he heard a cry of pain, his hand stopped and his eyes turned red.

Take out all the cyperus and ask Qiao Chu to find yellow rice wine and rice vinegar, put them in the wine jar, and soak the Aconitum kusnezoffii in a large basin of cold water. Pick up the Aconitum kusnezoffii and cyperus and give them to Qiao Chu: "Qiao Tongling, these two herbs are not enough. Please go around and look for them. If you can find them, bring them back."

Qiao Chu is now obedient, no nonsense, then Xiangfu and Caowu straight to the nearby longheshan.

Wen Ruolan set up a big pot, washed the herbs and put them into the big pot. After adding water, he simmered slowly over a low fire. At this time, he didn't pay so much attention to it. Wen Ruolan decided to boil enough herbs for these people to drink, at least to stop the deterioration of the disease.

Here I light a fire, there I grind several herbs into powder, carry the powder in a small bowl, and come in with a large pot of cold boiled water. There are still some dying soldiers in the tent.

Among them, the soldiers who could speak were all in a coma, and Wen Ruolan didn't have time to worry about it. He helped the people up and stabbed the acupoints with silver needles one by one and poured the herbal foam directly into them.

When she finished filling the last one, she looked up and saw Li Yan standing at the door like a fool. She stood up and cleared her throat: "drink those powder."

Li Yan's Adam's apple rolled a few times. In the past, he took up the powder and drank it with a big bowl of water.

Put down the bowl, Li Yan rubbed his hands: "medicine lady, heroine, Li Yan took it."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyebrows: "what do you wear?"

"Er..." Li Yan was a rude man and didn't know how to lie. He looked at Wen Ruolan and said, "don't worry about Yao Niang. Li Yan won't say it. He vowed to protect Yao Niang's integrity."

Wen Ruolan Leng for a moment, turned around: "what so much nonsense, remember those people drink more soup, eat less meat, put more salt, they are thirsty after I boil out of those soup."

Here, in the tent of the imperial doctor, three people leaned together. One of them raised his eyelids powerlessly: "brother, I smell horse meat."

"Brother, we are pawns. It seems that we must die." Another response.

"If you want to die, you have to be a dead man. You son of a bitch, Joe Chu, we're useless. We won't even give you a bite. Let's go and grab it!"

Three people staggered out and went straight to Wen Ruolan's tent.