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Chapter 6: Medicine to cure the disease

I don't know if it was because of the pot of noodles. Wei Cheng felt that the villagers who were originally quite wary of him showed kindness to him after just one meal.

Especially the children, who imitated little Aning, would come over to him whenever they had nothing to do, and would not say a word, just hovering in front of him, and from time to time they would secretly look at his backpack with their eyes.

Wei Cheng was very helpless. There was really nothing good in his backpack. Apart from cooking utensils, a tent, the herbs he picked this morning, and oh, there were also some seasonings.

Wei Cheng couldn't take out the seasonings and give them to them as snacks.

Thinking of this, he planned to bring back some candies and the like, which must be very lethal.

"Little friend Wei, the medicinal soup is ready, come and take a look."

Hearing Zhang Zhongjing's voice, Wei Cheng ran over with relief. When he got closer, he smelled a bitter smell of soup.

"How many buckets of water have been added?" Wei Cheng looked at the buckets on the side.

Zhang Zhongjing said: "According to your measurement, three bowls of water need to be boiled to one bowl. This earthenware vat is relatively large, so I increased the amount in increments. After the amount of medicine was increased, I added a total of six buckets of water."

Wei Cheng looked at the color of the soup, nodded and said: "That's no problem. Let it cool for a while. Give the young man a bowl to try first. After three hours, oh, after an hour and a half, if there is no problem, give it to the old man and the young man.

For use by children.”

Zhang Zhongjing's eyes lit up and he learned another trick. Before, he had always ignored the dosage and drug tolerance of the elderly, children and adults. Using Wei Cheng's method can indeed save a lot of trouble.

He looked at Hao Dadao and said: "Brother Dadao, just do what Wei Xiaoyou said. Whether it succeeds or not will be decided tonight."

Hao Dadao excitedly cupped his fists and saluted the two of them, and said, "Then let my son test the medicine first."

As he spoke, he called Hao Niang again, filled a bowl of medicinal soup, and took it directly to a thatched house without caring whether it was hot or not.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhongjing invited Wei Cheng to accompany him. If he wanted to know the efficacy of the medicine, he had to observe the patient's reaction after drinking the medicine.

Wei Cheng nodded and followed.

Entering the thatched house, the stench hit me again, and there was also a very unpleasant sour smell, which must be vomit.

Hao Niang was sitting beside a simple wooden bed, supporting a young boy to give him medicine.

Although the young man was weak, when he saw people coming in, he still bowed his hands politely to Zhang Zhongjing and Wei Cheng.

Wei Cheng made some observations and found that the young man should be about twelve or thirteen years old. He inherited Hao Dadao's physique and grew taller at a young age. Even though he was sickly, he still had a strong aura about him.

After drinking the medicine, the boy just leaned against the bed and accepted Zhang Zhongjing's consultation.

The waiting time is always long. After about an hour, the young man's voice gradually became louder.

On the surface, Zhang Zhongjing was chatting with him indifferently, but in fact, he had been observing the effects of the medicine.

At this time, he suddenly turned around with a smile and said to Wei Cheng: "Little friend Wei, in my opinion, this medicine is feasible, what do you think?"

Wei Cheng had also been observing the young man's reaction. Seeing his face gradually turning rosy, he responded with a smile: "The teacher is very clever. He mixed the decoction just by relying on a verse. The students admire him."

Zhang Zhongjing was happy in his heart, with a smile on his face, and said to Hao Dadao: "Quick, let everyone drink the medicine. Even those who are not infected with the disease can drink half a bowl to prevent it."

Hao Dadao nodded vigorously, turned around and walked out of the thatched house. Not long after, he heard him shouting something loudly.

At this time, Hao Zhao, who was half sitting up, said to his sister: "Sanniang, I'm hungry. Do you still have the noodle soup?"

Speaking of the noodle soup that night, the boy couldn't help but lick his lips. Looking back now, it was the most delicious noodle soup he had ever tasted in his life. It was a pity that because he was sick, he vomited it all out, which was like eating it in vain.

.

Hao Niang was happy to see that her brother had recovered from the illness, but when she heard that her brother wanted to eat noodle soup, she pursed her lips and looked at Wei Cheng, her watery eyes full of embarrassment.

There was one bowl of noodle soup for each person, but she didn’t even get a portion of it, so where else could there be any more?

Wei Cheng was discussing with Zhang Zhongjing the pharmacology of Pulsatilla Decoction when he felt Hao Niang's gaze. He was startled at first, and then saw Hao Zhao holding his stomach and saying that he was hungry, and he immediately reacted.

"Ms. Hao, please forgive me, I don't have any noodles anymore. I didn't know everyone liked them so much. I will bring more next time and I will make sure you enjoy them."

When Hao Niang heard this, she quickly stood up and repeatedly said, "I don't dare."

That night, Wei Cheng was arranged to sleep in the same bed with Zhang Zhongjing. There were only so many thatched houses in the village, and Zhang Zhongjing's house was the cleanest and brightest. Although Wei Cheng wanted to set up his own tent, he couldn't resist Zhang Zhongjing's invitation.

At night, Zhang Zhongjing took him to discuss a lot of pharmacological knowledge, which made Wei Cheng fall asleep in the middle of the night.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the night to return to modern times, but when he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep and could only helplessly wait for the next night.

In the room, Zhang Zhongjing had already gotten up and started sorting medicinal materials.

Little Aning slept in the same room as Hao Niang last night and came over to help. Zhang Zhongjing taught by words and deeds. Little Aning was very familiar with many medicinal materials. He skillfully held a few herbs and recited the medicinal properties and preparation of the herbs.

Law.

Seeing that Wei Cheng was awake, her big eyes lit up and she said, "Brother Wei, you're awake."

Wei Cheng rubbed his eyes, smiled and nodded, and at the same time said "Good morning" to Zhang Zhongjing.

Zhang Zhongjing responded with a smile: "How did you sleep, little friend?"

Wei Teng felt helpless. Wasn't he asking questions knowingly? But he responded: "It's good. Falling asleep smelling the familiar smell of herbs is just like being at home."

Zhang Zhongjing looked at Wei Cheng's coat hanging on the wall out of the corner of his eye, smiled and said nothing more.

Wei Cheng didn't pay attention. Just as he was about to sit down and help after putting on his clothes, two people walked in from the door.

Hao Dadao brought Hao Zhao, a young man who had just recovered from a long illness, and asked when he entered the door: "Mr. Wei, you are finally awake. We are digging a manhole. I wonder if you can give me some advice. We haven't seen this thing before.

Pass."

Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment, pointed to his nose, and answered after a while: "Okay, okay, I'll go take a look."

Do you need guidance when digging a latrine? Wei Cheng looked confused.

As everyone knows, the people in Haojia Village have never seen a toilet at all. They just thought of digging a hole. What if they accidentally fall in when using the toilet?

After Wei Cheng came to the scene, he drew a picture on the ground and asked them to dig a large pit several meters deep, and then use wood to make a shelf on it. The man on the left, the woman on the right, and thatch walls were built in the middle and around the sides.

Hao Dadao was a blacksmith after all, so he probably understood what it meant, and immediately arranged for people to cut wood and collect fodder. The rest of the people participated in digging holes, including adults and children.

Near noon, a pit with a diameter of two meters and a depth of more than four meters was dug. However, the team that went to collect wood and thatch never came back.


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