When Meng Qi and Mo Li came out, they were led to the backyard. Peng Xianren was watching a few apprentice-like people at the low table dispensing medicine.
These apprentices are agile and don't even need the brass scales next to them.
Others thought that their practice made perfect and their instincts were excellent, but Mo Li noticed that one of them took a step slowly and bumped into the person behind. This mistake was very small, and it was corrected immediately, but the hand grasping the medicinal materials was not so stable, and it was not until after walking around the medicine cabinet that it returned to a skilled appearance.
There are rows of medicine cabinets, and you can find clues by looking at the wear and tear of the brass handles.
- These people have studied medicine, but their qualifications are mediocre, and they may not be as good as an ordinary apprentice in a pharmacy.
At least the outside world is prescribed prescriptions, and they see different prescriptions every day. These people have only used this prescription for many years.
"One portion of medicine and three portions of water, the first decoction should be taken immediately, and the second decoction should wait for two hours, then go."
After Immortal Peng finished his instructions, the servant trotted out the door with the bundled medicine bag in hand.
Peng Xianren was taken aback when he saw Meng Qi and the two coming out.
Just now in the crowd, he felt that these two stood out from the crowd, maybe from a noble family, but now it seems that they are still underestimated.
As the old saying goes, people want clothes and Buddhas want gold clothes. No matter how good the brocade clothes and jade robes are, they can't cover the breath of people's bones. Immortal Peng is in his seventies. He has seen many people, and he has also treated illnesses for a prominent scholar in the literary world. There are more than a dozen disciples under the Confucian sect, all of whom are talented. You can still see their origin and temperament at a glance.
Some things are hard to erase no matter how they change.
The more simple and unadorned clothing, the more you can see the essence of a person.
In order to cover up, Meng Qi Mo Li had more or less retained a somewhat embarrassed appearance. Now, after changing his clothes, he neatly combed the scattered hair, revealing his forehead and face. Peng Xianren suddenly realized that his guess was wrong, and the origins of these two people were even more unusual than he thought.
- They are too calm and too calm.
First encountered a rare storm, and then to a "strange" village, can normal people sit still? There must be a lot of things to ask, and those with prominent identities can't stand such simple conditions, they dislike rough clothes, bulky and dirty tables and chairs, unpleasant tea, and the house is too dilapidated.
It is absolutely impossible to sit down without any grudges, take a sip from the tea bowl and just take a sip.
"You put medicinal herbs." Mo Li said affirmatively, distinguishing the taste of the tea.
Very bitter, but not the bitterness of the inferior tea itself.
"Ginger, Pueraria, Ephedra..."
After these herbs are boiled, the soup is mixed with water and brewed with ginger tea leaves.
Mo Li frowned and said, "Why don't you take the medicine directly, this kind of tea lacks medicinal properties and may not be effective."
"I don't know when the flood will recede. I want to wait for the caravan selling medicine. Maybe a month later."
Peng Xianren did not expect that Mo Li could tell the medicinal materials added by drinking tea alone, but he used common prescriptions. As long as he has studied medicine and knows a few prescriptions for wind and cold, he can report a bunch of them after tasting one. There is no need to taste all of them, Meng can be right, so he just kept vigilant, and still smiled, "I never thought that a passerby who understands medicine has come today."
Mo Li paused for a while and said meaningfully, "I thought there would be many doctors coming to the Spirit Medicine Village."
Immortal Peng's expression changed slightly.
The lights in the house are not bright enough, and it is difficult for others to find it.
Meng Qi was sipping tea—it was too bitter to drink it—and looked inside the house. It didn't seem like there was an institution here. As for the secret room and cellar, it seemed like it wasn't this room. The furnishings of the wing are simple, and everything is in line with what a fishing village should look like.
The special place is probably the medicine cabinet on this whole wall.
With good wood, brass-covered hands, and three buckets of one pump, such fine woodworking is almost impossible to find in fishing villages.
"Spiritual Medicine Village is not named because of the abundance of medicinal materials, but a good medicine that can save lives. The two are from Kuaiji County. Maybe they don't know that there is a strange disease near Pengze that touches the water. I have no choice but to wait for death." Peng Xianren took the smile on his face and said solemnly, "But you two don't need to worry, your medicine has been prepared, and you have ordered someone to brew it."
"The old man is kind. I'll wait for it, so I don't need the medicine. I'll leave it to the people in the caravan outside." Meng Qi said while playing with the teacup in his hand.
When Peng Xianren heard this, he quickly said, "I think this gentleman knows pharmacology and medical skills. If you don't feel relieved when you are away from home, this old man can remix the prescription and ask the servant to cook it in person."
"Peng Xianren misunderstood."
Meng Qi put the tea cup down and said with a half-smiling smile, "I just heard that this disease is caused by the grievances of the previous life. Drinking medicine can exorcise evil spirits and avoid misfortune. According to these words... I will be born with good fortune. You probably don't need to drink any medicine."
Immortal Peng's face was pale and blue.
The servants and Takefu in the room glared at him.
"Xianren Peng, it's fine if he refuses to drink the medicine, and he didn't give him any money!" One of them lowered his head, but his tone was a bit malicious, "After a few days, he will have a high fever, and if he wants to ask for the elixir, it may not be available. ."
"Okay!" Peng Xianren shouted.
He waved his hand and said to the crowd, "Wait a minute to step back."
When the others heard it, they were in a hurry and said, "How can this be done, they are disrespectful to Peng Xianren."
"Yeah, it's not good to save people. Since we think we are going to make money and kill people, let them leave."
Peng Xianren smiled bitterly in his heart, the two of them looked at it very difficult to deal with, how could they easily let go.
He sighed and pointed to someone to stay, and the others left the house reluctantly.
The person who stayed behind was in his thirties, dressed and looked ordinary, but he was the only one with inner strength.
Martial arts are not bad compared to the average Jianghu people. In Meng Qi's eyes, he can't stop a move. He just gently closed the door and walked over to rub Peng Xianren's forehead.
"Hey." Peng Xianren let out a long breath, shook his head and said, "The two of you don't believe me, the old man is not surprised. The old man was also disdainful of these strange words in the past, but..."
He didn't say anything after that.
Under the dim light of the candle, the originally kind-hearted face looked old and tired.
Meng Qi thought to himself that it would be a long story for a few decades, and he was going to quietly push the tea cup to the table.
Then it was seen by the ink carp.
Meng Qi was inexplicably guilty, and quietly picked up the tea cup again.
Ink carp: "… "
No, in fact, it's okay to not drink this tea, the dragon veins won't get cold.
Peng Xianren didn't notice their actions. He woke up and said tiredly, "The sickness is true. The two of you must take medicine today, and it will be too late to drink this medicine the day after tomorrow..."
"Because the disease has entered the body with the blood?" Mo Li stared at Immortal Peng, and said in the latter's surprised eyes, "Why is it too late, there is another recipe at that time."
For this kind of vicious disease alone, Mr. Qin told Mo Li about a dozen prescriptions, because the disease will cause many internal organs problems after the disease reaches the advanced stage, and it can only be barely hanged. As for the prescription before the onset of the disease, Qin Lu himself could not make up his mind, because at the time of the onset of the disease, the "evil" had already penetrated into the patient's viscera and blood vessels, and it was still growing and could not be eliminated. Going deeper, the "evil" entered the body a few years ago. If it wasn't for the constant diagnosis and treatment of the villagers near Pengze, there would be no trace of the "evil" at all.
The first chance, and the best chance, is the high heat after touching the water for a few days.
With proper treatment, the onset of the disease can be greatly delayed, or even a lifetime.
Why are you taking medicine before you have a fever now
After all, touching the water does not mean that it is definitely infected.
Mo Li recited the prescription under Peng Xianren's horrified gaze.
Immortal Peng couldn't even speak clearly: "You, how did you know about this recipe?"
"The master informed several doctors near Peng Ze of the prescription in the past years, and many people should know about it." Mo Li frowned slightly, but still stated his identity frankly.
"What? You turned out to be Brother Qin's disciple?!" Immortal Peng stood up suddenly, and then dizzy, the person next to him supported him.
The warrior had obviously heard of Qin Lu, and looked at Mo Li in shock.
"Uncle, take a breath and sit down first." The warrior hurriedly took out the medicine bottle.
This familiar move made Mo Li feel guilty for a while, and he thought of Qin Lu.
Peng Xianren is well maintained and does not seem to be sick, but the years are not forgiving, and Peng Xianren is not a martial arts master. He almost fainted when he got up.
"Huh, I'm fine." Peng Xianren sat down slowly and ate a heart protection pill with hot water.
He looked at Mo Li, half sighed, half stunned: "The old man asked him to call him a good nephew... When Brother Qin practiced medicine in the area of Pengze, it was decades ago, and he had no disciples at that time. The caravan heard about Brother Qin’s traces one after another, until after the death of Chu, there was no news. Brother Qin is in good health, he is about eighty years old this year, right?”
"My teacher has been hiding in the mountains for many years. As he gets older, his body is still tough."
"Naturally, it's natural." Peng Xianren nodded again and again and sighed, "Brother Qin is good at martial arts, and he will have no problem living to a hundred years old. It's not like an old man who doesn't have many days. Hey, Pengze is very humid, and every rainy season , The old man's bones are sore, and I don't know which day he will fall down like a mountain, and he will never be able to get up again."
"Uncle!" The warrior hurriedly stopped, but his eyes were a little red.
Immortal Peng patted the palm of his junior, two lines of tears suddenly shed on his tired and old face, he raised his hand and wiped it away, and then said to Mo Li embarrassedly, "I told my nephew to watch a farce and saw the joke made by the old man. , it's a shame that my nephew is here, if it's Brother Qin, I don't even know how to meet him."
Mo Li felt that Immortal Peng's mysterious and mysterious remarks were famous.
It's just that people can change. If Mr. Qin's friends in the past turned into the holy lotus altar to deceive fools and fools, and use medical skills to cure evil diseases and pretend to be immortals, the ink carp will not tolerate it. Just like Zhang Gong's medical theory, the only way to truly "save" people is to spread the prescriptions and medical skills and let more people learn them.
To cherish the broom, the Tibetan side deceives the people, and even extorts money, that is the wrong way.
After several trials after entering the Spirit Medicine Village, Mo Li found that things might not be so bad, but he still had to listen to Immortal Peng explaining the ins and outs.
Moreover, Immortal Peng was obviously unwilling to tell others about the past, so Mo Li could only reveal his identity.
"If the tutor is here, he must have doubts like me. I don't know what happened to Peng Ze these years?"
"It's a long story."
Immortal Peng's expression was bleak, his body swayed, and the blue veins protruded on the back of his hand.
However, the younger generation beside him couldn't restrain the resentment in his eyes, and said first: "Mr. Qin is here, it's really strange that he left a prescription, and he went all over Peng Ze to tell the people here that bad diseases can be cured, and even found Shili together with his uncle. All the doctors in Baxiang, join them in treating the sick. Why did those people take revenge for their revenge and drive away or even kill the doctor who saved their lives?"
"what?"
The ink carp was really surprised.
Meng Qi's expression also changed suddenly, and he thought of a lot in an instant, including the holy lotus altar, King Ning, and Ayan Puka from Xiliang, and he didn't even pull down Fengxing Pavilion.
But he never expected what the warrior said next.
"Mr. Qin's prescription is very good. My father, Uncle Peng, and several doctors have been thinking about adding and improving new prescriptions day and night. Although they can't save everyone's lives, they can finally curb the disease. Children who are not as high as the table edge, taking medicine in time will not help. When he was about ten years old, his abdomen was distended like a drum, and he died in the shape of an evil ghost. But... Doctors save people, but many people are ignorant. My father and other doctors have all married and established businesses, and some relatives and family members are also sick.
"My mother died of a serious disease, and my eldest brother also fell ill. Even though there were prescriptions and my father to try to treat them, they still died of internal organs failure. At this time, in the village where my father lived, many seriously ill people died one after another, and some of them took medicine. The rescued patient fell ill again and died. After several repetitions, the villagers did not appreciate their father. Instead, they said that everyone was born with hardships and misfortunes and should fall into the realm of hungry ghosts. They should burn incense and worship God. I used money to buy medicinal materials and ointments in the city... The villagers didn't listen, they built temples and invited goddesses. There were several clashes, and my father was beaten and seriously injured... He died three days later!"
The warrior's face was full of tears, and he couldn't cry.
Peng Xianren said bitterly: "There are more than one cases like Doctor Han and Little Nephew Han. There is even a doctor who passed away due to a serious illness in his family and his children, and was regarded by the villagers as cheating for money. He couldn't cure the disease at all. Some were beaten to death by the villagers, and some were sent to the yamen... They were sentenced to death by the stupid officials of the yamen."
The ink carp couldn't move, and his eyes were frozen.
Several cracks appeared silently on the tabletop on his palm.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Qi held Mo Li's right arm with one hand to sort out the chaotic Qi pulse for him.
"Nephew?" Seeing the bad situation, Peng Xianren said quickly, "A Can, bring the medicine."
"I'm fine." Mo Li slowly exhaled, and his eyes were still black.
This is the first time that Doctor Mo feels what is "anxious to attack his heart".
Immortal Peng... No, what Dr. Peng said should not be a lie, because those who are interested can find out just by inquiring carefully, especially those who have solved the case in the yamen. As long as the yamen is not flooded by fire, these files are all old files.
When Mo Li learned those few prescriptions, Qin Lu clearly stated that once the disease occurs, half of them will not be cured, and even if there are prescriptions for several years, they will not survive, because the internal organs and meridians are in a mess. The patient's body is like a broken fishing net that leaks everywhere, and it can't be repaired.
Applying ointment before touching the water, and then suddenly high fever after touching the water for a few days, it is easier for the people to survive.
However, even Qin Lu never thought that the recovered people would be afraid of getting sick again, and the people who died would be like this after going crazy.
Obviously when he left Peng Ze, everything was getting better.
The vicious disease has a very long period of time and is extremely torturous. After a few years of learning that it can be cured, the fool who does not know big characters finds that he is going to die after all—
Mo Li closed his eyes and said softly: "Fortunately, it is not the teacher who is here today, but me."
He took a deep breath, stood tall, and cupped his hands, "Today is the younger generation being reckless."
"My nephew is too polite." Doctor Peng hunched his back, saying this was like taking away half of his energy, and the whole person was extremely depressed, he whispered, "I can live to this day because of greed and fear. Die, pretend to be a ghost."