"What is it?" Doctor Xu asked.
Hu Feng shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just the medicine she usually refines."
Regarding the medicine that Bai Zhi used to refining, Doctor Xu was naturally very interested, but Hu Feng didn't plan to let him take a look. He didn't want to mention it, so he just walked away silently.
When the doctor Xu left, Hu Feng opened another drawer. In addition to the filled pill box, there was a strangely shaped object. It was rectangular, with black upper part and silver lower part, and a round button. Twist, what is this
He was about to take it out to take a look, but he realized that Dr. Xu's gaze was cast over again, and he suppressed his curiosity and closed the drawer.
Some things are not suitable for taking out casually.
There is always something strange and incomprehensible around her.
Look no further when there is no one.
The maids fried the medicine and delivered them, bit by bit into Bai Zhi's mouth.
After a while, Bai Zhi really woke up, not only did he wake up, but also vomited all over the floor.
Although the maid was holding the basin by her side, she had no time to catch it. She could only watch her spit out the black medicine sweat on the floor.
Hu Feng was anxious and stared at Doctor Xu, "What medicine did you give her? Why did you vomit?"
Mr. Xu touched the sparse beard on his chin, and smiled: "She has typhoid fever, so she can vomit when she eats, but not only can she vomit medicine."
Hu Feng took the wet cloth from the maid, and ignored the men and women in front of him. He sat down on the side of the bed, stretched his arms to embrace her, and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
Looking at her pale and haggard face, he was broken with distress.
In order to clean up Chu Feng's mess, he actually made his Zhi'er like this.
"I'm okay." She smiled slightly, as if the flowers bloomed in March, as if they would fall with the touch.
"I said it's okay, look at how you look like, how thin you are."
The face that was not big was getting smaller.
Bai Zhi turned to see Doctor Xu: "You are here, thank you very much."
Mr. Xu said: "Although I can treat this typhoid fever, I still want to see if you have a better prescription, so I used a decoction for awakening."
Bai Zhi nodded: "I do have a cure for typhoid fever. I was too careless before. It was normal wind and cold, so I didn't care too much. I didn't even think that it was typhoid fever."
Mr. Xu said: "Healers don't heal themselves, but doctors are all like this."
Bai Zhi wrote down a prescription for typhoid fever. The doctor Xu saw that it was eighth similar to his own prescription, except for the amount of a few key medicinal materials.
And this different weight can directly affect the efficacy of the medicine. The prescription of Baizhi has more weight, stronger effect, and quickness, but it is also easy to cause people to be empty, especially for people with weak bones.
And the concubines in the palace, all of them are delicate existences, their prescriptions are naturally more gentle, and they dare not make any difference.
The doctor Xu gave the prescription to the medicine boy, and asked him to personally grab the medicine and decoct the medicine. This type of typhoid medicine is no better than others, and there should be no difference in the weight. The maid who does not understand pharmacology usually makes it, and it is always inferior to his medicine boy. .
Yaotong went in a hurry, and Bai Zhi asked Hu Feng to take out the Western-style medicine that had been disassembled before from the cabinet, and wrote down the condensing method and dosage clearly.
"Doctor Xu, I'll leave it to you to condense these medicines. I'm like this. I'm afraid I won't be able to help me. I have trouble." Bai Zhi handed the list to Doctor Xu with an apologetic expression.