"Here!"

"Be careful, don't be too confused!"

"When you are seriously ill, you can go to the Westing House by yourself."

"Come on the ointment to remove fire poison."

Master Li from the pharmacy was in the hospital, calling everyone to perform their duties and arrange for the injured to enter the house.

The He family was turbulent, and it was not only the He family who suffered the disaster, but also the neighbors nearby.

So many patients are crowded with old shops, Chengnan Shantang, and even Chengbei Warehouse has to be freed up for resettlement.

Everyone was in a mess, and even Senior Brother Qi, who was full of alcohol, had to get up and come out to help.

"Don't ask." Master Li turned around and said seriously:

"There is no problem to give the people from the Westing Room to you, right?"

"I." Mo Qiu was stunned.

"That's right, it's you." Master Li nodded:

"I also heard about your performance in the mutual market a few years ago. I did a good job and it should be OK now."

He frowned and said:

"There are insufficient staff, the old shop and Shantang are more injured. If you don't understand, come and ask me."

"Okay." Mo Qiu refused and walked towards the west room.

There are many injuries here, but fortunately most of them are mild symptoms.

Blistering, burning, heavy objects pressing to the legs and feet, and in severe cases, smoke hurts the eyes and lungs.

Although the condition is not too serious, the wailing and screaming are not light, and there are even uncontrollable crying, which makes people feel upset.

"call……"

Mo Qiu calmed down and turned around and said, "Brother Wu, Brother Sun, you can get some tung flowers, mint and fish oil, and you can use it later."

"By the way, bring tables and benches to facilitate queues for consultation."

"I'll get the medicine box!"

"Okay." Brother Wu was straightforward and nodded and asked directly:

"What should I do if the medical expenses are paid?"

"Don't worry." A yamen runner who was maintaining order outside walked out and said:

"There is a money he has come to pay. Even if their family is burned out, the place they leave is enough for the medical expenses."

It can be heard that the yamen runners were very unhappy about the trouble caused by the He family and had no intention of sympathy.

The few people moved very quickly, and soon Mo Qiu started to consult alone.

"Fire-burning disease, combined with gardenia kernels, coptis chinensis, raw rehmannia, scallion white, angelica, green sesame oil, fry in an oil pan, filter cotton yarn, boil over low heat, add wax, wait until the wax is eliminated to make medicine."

Mo Qiu wrote the prescription and handed it over: "Brother Wu, this medicine needs to be prepared more, and the people behind him will also use it, so it's a problem."

"No trouble, I'll go now." Brother Wu turned around to deal with the medicinal materials.

They are all long-term workers here all year round, and they have long been skilled in how to deal with medicinal materials.

"Smoke is in the stomach." Mo Qiu touched the stomach of the second patient and frowned: "This requires Qingliang Powder."

"It's only available in the old store, it's too late to get a free gift here."

"What should I do?" The patient's face turned pale, and the family members were already anxious:

"Doctor, you must save me in charge!"

"Don't be anxious." Mo Qiu waved his hand and comforted him:

"The situation is not serious. I will take mint and fish oil first. I will let you go and get the cool powder."

"Doctor Mo." The yamen runner next to him spoke in a low voice:

"The medicine over there is probably not enough."

"..." Mo Qiu paused his hand and said:

"That's okay. I just think it's choking. I'll use other medicines to make it slower, so it won't get in the way."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you!" Several people thanked me thanked me, took the pharmacy and left.

Someone came to the back to take medicine according to the prescription, and even there was a little good stove in the backyard, so he kept simmering the soup.

"You have a bone problem." Mo Qiu started to slid his ankle and shook his head and said:

"It can't be cured, my legs are ruined!"

"Ah?" The other party's color changed drastically, his head was stunned on the spot, and the next moment he was interrupted by a sharp pain.

"Click..."

With a crisp sound, he jumped up directly on the spot and shouted:

"It hurts so much!"

"Just know it hurts." Mo Qiu waved his hand with a smile:

"Don't worry, it's okay, it's just that the bones are a little misaligned. Just because I was afraid that you would struggle and scare you."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you!" The other party did not dare to get angry, but thanked him repeatedly.

Behind, Master Li, who came to patrol, nodded slightly and walked towards the east room.

Mo Qiu's diagnosis and treatment seemed to him to be fine, and he was not weaker than him in terms of bone correction and trauma.

The speed of diagnosis and treatment is far beyond that of his master.

Master Qin really accepted a good apprentice, but it's a pity... Maybe he should persuade him to take the person back to the old shop.

If Master Li is not concerned about his feelings, don’t ask, even if the progress is not slow, it will not be easy.

It was not until the sky became dark that I had the ability to breathe.

"Doctor Mo." One of them walked closer and bowed:

"Thank you for this!"

"Customer..." Mo Qiu looked up subconsciously, and then his expression was stunned:

"It's you!"

The person who came here met at Wangjiang Tower yesterday, the young man with thorns in his words.

However, at this moment, he looked haggard and bloodshot, which was completely opposite to his enthusiasm yesterday.

"It's me." He Jin nodded bitterly:

"I offended many times yesterday, so I hope Doctor Mo doesn't mind."

"No." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"There is something wrong here, I'm dressing too contemptuously, but Mr. He, how could you come here?"

"Doctor Mo is generous." He Jin sighed, his eyes filled with sadness:

"My second sister is asleep in the east room and is still... not awake yet."

"Don't worry, Master He is here, there will be no problem." Mo Qiu could only comfort him like this.

"Mo..."

"Young Master!"

He Jin was about to speak, but he was interrupted by a hurry.

The person who came was anxious and rushed to the front, lowered his voice and muttered a few words, but his expression changed.

"real?"

He Jin raised his voice and immediately became angry and felt even more anxious.

"Really." The visitor nodded urgently:

"He Da, Zhang Liu escaped under the siege of those people, and now he hides in that place."

"They were seriously injured, and He Da was even more unconscious. I'm afraid he couldn't hold on for long."

"We'll go here!" He Jin took a step and left:

"I want to ask them who did it! By the way, call the yamen runners here."

"Yes." The person who came should be, ran out slowly.

"Wait a minute." He Jin suddenly raised his hand and looked at Mo Qiu:

"Doctor Mo, there are two patients in my house outside. Why don't you go there with me?"

"Me?" Mo Qiu pointed at himself and shook his head repeatedly:
To be continued...