Chapter 14 Baicao Poem at the Death Scene

The apprentice caught Zheyu's pulse, and for a moment he was shocked, stunned and unconcealed sadness.

He lowered his head in a hurry, and a teardrop fell on the back of his hand.

What a chaotic pulse, what a serious illness!

"Are you...poisoned?" The apprentice's voice trembled. "No, it's not just the poison, your five internal organs..."

All the five internal organs are damaged, and his life hangs by a thread.

He raised his head and looked at Zheyu with stars in his eyes.

Zheyu glanced at the empty space and asked, "What does that feel like? Every midnight, it is extremely cold first, then extremely hot. The cold and heat alternate, and life is worse than death. However, the pain is so extreme that it becomes numb. .The doctor I saw before said that I could die at any time, just by hanging on my breath."

Probably because he talked too much, Zheyu coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to come out.

The apprentice withdrew his hand that was checking his pulse and quickly helped him calm down, his hand already attached to his back.

Eyes facing each other.

Zheyu smiled, but his smile was bleak.

The apprentice avoided his gaze, thinking that it was time to write a prescription. Then he realized something and paused.

"My illness has been treated by the masters of traditional Chinese medicine, but it doesn't help. You'd better not waste the medicine." Zheyu said expressionlessly.

"But you can't give up even if you have a glimmer of hope." The apprentice corrected him seriously, and then said to the man next to him, "I said, you should remember. The place where rhinoceros horns are born..."

"No rhino horns." The boy interrupted the apprentice ruthlessly.

The apprentice raised his eyebrows, "Okay, let's change the recipe. Ginseng and licorice..."

"Can Codonopsis ginseng be used without ginseng?" the waiter asked again.

Baicao poem: "..."

There is nothing in this huge medical clinic, so what kind of medicine can it do, and what kind of life can it save?

But he forgot that this was just a remote town, and it was normal that those precious medicinal materials could not be found here.

Zheyu's originally gloomy expression was now a bit dumbfounded. If he wasn't the one who got sick, wouldn't it be funny if he was an apprentice who didn't even know what medicinal materials his own hospital had?

The apprentice stood up and bowed to Zheyu, "Wait a moment." He opened the door curtain and went to the front hall, stopped in front of the medicine cabinets, and came back after a while.

He re-explained the prescription: "Use dry lacquer, cypress seeds, dogwood, and jujube kernels, grind them into powder in equal parts, add honey to make balls the size of sycamore seeds. Take them with warm wine, twice a day. Go get the medicine."

This prescription specializes in treating five types of labor and seven injuries, eliminating injuries, tonifying the middle part, and soothing the five internal organs.

The clerk was stunned for a moment and added as a friendly reminder: "These medicines are very expensive."

"Are you afraid that this noble gentleman will not be paid for his medical treatment?" The apprentice was furious, "Isn't his wife helping to boil the medicine? If not, just stay here to pay off the debt. In addition, some wolfberry and yam."

Oriha:......

Guy:…

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Zheyu was sent back to the bullock cart, and within a moment, Baicao Shi also came out, holding medicine in his hand.

I feel very distressed when I think about it. These medicines cost twelve to three hundred dollars.

"Sister, you have come out, why have you been there for so long?" Bai Xiaoshu was concerned about his sister.

"It's okay," Baicao Shi apologized to Mr. Jiang, "Excuse me, Uncle Jiang, I need to go to the stationery first... Oh, go to the book shop."

A bookshop is a place that sells pens, inks, paper and inkstones. I almost let the poem slip out of my mouth.

Zheyu looked at Baicao Shi, raised his finger without warning, and flicked her temples.

This, this, this damn moment of tenderness. Baicao Shi's face suddenly turned red.

Just listen to Zheyu say casually: "Did you splash ginger juice on your face when you were making the medicine? You didn't even wash it off. Not to mention, the apprentice just now also had the same ginger color on his face. Ahem..."

The scene of a large social death is what Baicao Shi is talking about right now.

This would be a shame, right?
Chapter completed!