Luo Qingwen greeted everyone with a smile on her face, but her eyes were a little haggard, and there was a faint blue and black under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well.
Huang Zelin waved to her, waited for her to sit down beside him, and asked softly, "How is your father's illness? I gave him a prescription for recuperation half a month ago. Make some adjustments. You can see that too."
Luo Qingwen looked at her great-grandfather and hesitated.
Huang Zelin asked curiously, "What? But what do you think is wrong with that recipe?"
"Ah, no." Luo Qingwen shook her head. "I went home that day, met my father, and saw the recipe opened by my great-grandfather."
It was said that Luo Qingwen chose to go home in the afternoon because she wanted to avoid Luo Ziqi. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, the two bumped into each other.
Luo Ziqi suffered her loss in Lingshan, and when she saw her, she hummed angrily, Luo Qingwen just lowered her head, called her brother in a low voice, and planned to enter the inner hall.
Luo Ziqi stretched out his hand to stop her, and whispered viciously: "Our business is not over yet, be careful with me!"
When the provocation was in front of her eyes, Luo Qingwen was not afraid, she raised her head and raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you want?"
Luo Ziqi has had a headache for this concubine since he was a child.
Although Luo Qingwen was a concubine, she never felt inferior. When it comes to family-based medical skills, Luo Qingwen has been in the town's pharmacy clinic at the age of fourteen, and now she is able to take charge of her own; when it comes to cultivation talent, she is even more diligent in practicing, and she is much better than her lazy son-in-law. If it wasn't for her young age and the fact that the dancer's daughter couldn't stand on the stage, she would have compared him as a big brother long ago.
At this time, facing her unafraid eyes, Luo Ziqi only felt itchy teeth, and said bitterly in her ear: "Don't be complacent, when I take the seat of the head of the family, the first thing is to treat you Get out!"
Luo Qingwen squinted at him, didn't say anything, just walked away.
In the inner hall, I met my father. Luo Jinan was lying on the couch with a gray face, his body could hardly move, and his mind was not very clear.
Although Luo Qingwen didn't have much father-son relationship with the person in front of her, but after all, she was her biological father, and she still had some blood ties. Immediately, he took his hand and checked the pulse carefully.
Luo Jinan was born in Baihua Villa, grew up in a small star holding the moon, and developed a playful son. He was romantic all his life and had countless confidantes. In addition to the wife, there are a lot of concubines in the house, and there are countless wild food outside the village. Years of prostitution and lust hollowed out his body early, but he had to look like the owner of a family. Luo Jinan had actually been relying on the secret recipe in the valley to maintain his health.
This time, I went out with my friends to get rid of troubles. I don't know why I was seriously injured, and all the tonics couldn't work, so it suddenly declined.
Luo Qingwen shook her head, feeling very weak. She turned her head and saw a pair of prescriptions in front of the bed, and when she saw the medicinal ingredients of the prescriptions, she knew that the doctor had the same judgment as her, but she was just doing her best to obey the destiny and trying to recuperate from the foundation.
But what Luo Qingwen didn't expect was that three days later, she was summoned by her father, and when she arrived at her father's small courtyard, the person who had been dying the day before yesterday had already left the long-lasting hospital bed and was slowly punching in the small courtyard.
Luo Qingwen took a closer look at his face. Although he was pale, he didn't look too sick. Most of the injuries on his body were healed.
Luo Jinan recruited Luo Qingwen, but just asked her where she was going during this time. When she heard that she went to the dance floor where her mother was a child, Luo Jinan snorted coldly: "You are the ninth miss of my Hundred Flowers Valley. What's that dirty place for? When I brought your mother out of there, I didn't want to have anything to do with that place again."
Luo Jinan paused and looked at the daughter who had hardly ever cared. The graceful and agile dancer on the edge of the desert now seems to be living in the body of the girl in front of her, including her refusal to obey. stinky temper!
After asking a few more questions about the medicine hall's business, Luo Jinan waved and sent Luo Qingwen back.
Luo Qingwen saluted properly, turned around and walked out of the hospital.
She didn't care when she was run and scolded by her father, she just wondered what happened in the past three days to make a terminally ill person recover so quickly.
She pondered for a few days at home and couldn't find a way to do it, but her father became tougher and stronger day by day, and even his skills recovered seven to eighty-eight.
Having said that, Huang Zelin, Mu and Gu looked at each other. Huang Zelin knew Luo Jinan's situation best. With that kind of body, he couldn't support the wall with mud. As far as he knows, there is only Yihundan who can come back to life and restore his skills in a short period of time.
Before everyone could digest the surprise in their hearts, the sound of hooves came from the direction of Baihua Villa, and one person and one horse ran straight towards the formation.
Luo Qingwen stood up, her expression a little confused. It was the young man from the Baihuacheng Pharmacy Hall. Before the horse could stop completely, he rolled off the horse's back and shouted profusely, "Miss Jiu!"
"What happened?" Luo Qingwen asked, almost suspecting that something was wrong with Luo Jinan.
Mu Xiyuan filled a bowl of red bean and barley water and handed it to the guy. The man raised his head and drank water, and said anxiously, "Yesterday, more than a dozen patients came to the pharmacy one after another, all of them had fever and cough. The shopkeeper didn't pay attention to it at first, and the doctor in the clinic only thought that it was caused by the changes in the cold and heat in the past few days. He had a lung disease, and he prescribed antipyretic and cough medicine and sent them away. Who would have guessed that in the evening, among the dozen people from yesterday, five of the older ones had a sharp turnaround, and the shopkeeper and the doctor from the pharmacy rushed to see the doctor. Now, it was useless to save them all night. By morning, they were all dead! Today, more than 20 people came to the pharmacy to seek medical treatment. The symptoms are very similar to those of yesterday. have a look!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he slumped to the ground, obviously he had exhausted his strength on the journey just now.
Cheng Yinji stepped forward to help him, but was stopped by Huang Zelin: "Don't touch him yet! Back off!" He pointed at Cheng Yinji, "You, cover your mouth and nose, take him to the river to take a bath, change Put on your clothes, and his body will be burned directly!"
"Great-grandfather!" Luo Qingwen exclaimed: "You, are you suspicious...?"
"Yes!" The old man with white beard and white hair stood up and looked at everyone worriedly: "There may be a plague in the city!"
plague!
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap, hitting everyone.
Huang Zelin waved his hand and arranged: "Qingwen and Mu Yun will follow me to the pharmacy in the town to treat patients first. Yanjun, Qingqiao and Qin Le, the three of you will go to the government office, explain the situation, and lead people from house to house to ask questions. , to see if there are any similar patients, remember to take precautions.
You..." He looked at Zhu Yicheng's face of the rich and noble son, "Go to the teahouses and restaurants in the city to see if everyone has any opinions on this matter. "
A group of people took the lead.
In Hundred Flowers City, the life of the residents is still as usual. It is lunchtime, the restaurant is full of friends, and the street hawkers are full of hawkers. No one knows that the huge shadow of the plague is quietly looming over.
The Huichun Hall was already full of people, and the hall of the Medicine Hall was full of patients with fever and cough. The old people were hunched over and coughed non-stop, the woman was holding the child anxiously, and the little baby's face was flushed and crying.
The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and shuttled back and forth in the front hall and backyard with several doctors who were in attendance.
When Huang Zelin brought Mu Xiyun and Luo Qingwen to the medicine hall, he saw an old man coughing vigorously and fell down with a plop.
"This can't be done! If everyone is crowded together, even those who are not sick will get sick!" Mu Xiyuan jumped forward, used his spiritual power, and two golden lights divided the medicine hall into three pieces.
Huang Zelin nodded approvingly and glanced at Luo Qingwen.
Luo Qingwen walked into the hall and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, don't worry. Seniors over 50, please sit in the area on the left, young people stand in the middle, and those with children stand on the right."
At this time, the shopkeeper saw the three of them coming, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called a few guys to help maintain order.
Looking at the patients who were still coming, Huang Zelin rubbed his brows and explained, "Quickly sort out the backyard and prepare mats to cover. There may be more people who get sick in the past few days."
The three of them were busy in the hall for a while, first showing a few townspeople with serious symptoms, and then instructing the medicine hall to place patients. After two hours, they finally checked all the townspeople who came to see the doctor.
Luo Qingwen continued to guard with the shopkeeper of the medicine hall, and followed Huang Zelin and Mu Xiyuan to a small house in the backyard.
This is where Luo Qingwen usually rests when she sees a doctor.
"It now appears that this is a new type of lung disease," Huang Zelin pondered: "The patient first had a fever, and at the same time began to cough, his chest was full, and he felt stuffy."
"Yes," Mu Xiyuan replied, "Most of the patients were pale, with dark purple bruises on their lips and nails, thickened tendons under the tongue, and muddy and greasy tongue coating."
"In that case, it should be phlegm and blood stasis obstruction lung disease," Luo Qingwen thought, "Tinli Dazao Xiefei Decoction can be used."
"Well, it can also be combined with Guizhi Fuling Pills." Mu Xiyuan added.
"Not bad, not bad!" Huang Zelin nodded approvingly, the two children's talents in medicine made him deeply satisfied.
After the three of them left the hut, Luo Qingwen wrote the prescription and gave it to the pharmacist to cook.
There was a sound of footsteps in the front hall, and Gu Qingqiao had strode in.
The weather was hot and humid, Gu Qingqiao apparently ran in one breath, sweating profusely, and the clothes behind him seemed to have just been picked up from the water.
As soon as he raised his hand, he stuffed a food box into Mu Xiyun's hand, took a breath and said, "You haven't eaten yet, so hurry up and eat!"
Several people returned to the house, and Mu Xiyun took out the food. Southwestern dishes are on the spicy side, but at this time, the food boxes are all light dishes, and I don’t know where Gu Qingqiao bought them from.
"Hurry up and eat, and listen to me while you eat." Gu Qingqiao took the veil handed over by Mu Xiyun.
It is said that the three of them went to the government office to explain their intentions in the future. The parent official of Baihuacheng is called Shen Yi. He likes to call friends and compose poems and fu on weekdays, but he also loves the people in the Qing Dynasty. After listening to the words of the three people, they did not dare to be careless. While dispatching staff to investigate with the three of them, they went to inform the Baihuagu Patriarch.
The three of them walked around the city for an afternoon, but they found dozens of sick people and sent them to the nearby pharmacy.
"I don't know if I'm too sensitive," Gu Qingqiao said. "When I went to check it out today, there were two big families whose owners were not there. I asked the housekeeper and they said they went out to escape the summer. But when I asked the day, it was Just left a few days ago."
"If you want to escape the summer heat, you should leave in June," Mu Xiyun had already finished eating and got up to pour tea for Gu Qingqiao: "Now that summer is almost over, it's a bit strange to say that you are going to escape the heat."
Huang Zelin's grandparents and grandsons are now thinking about how to treat patients, and they don't care too much after hearing this. Huang Zelin instructed: "Qingwen, you are familiar with the City of Hundred Flowers, write some circular letters in a while to inform the medicine halls in the city, first use Tingli Dazao Xiefei Decoction and Guizhi Fuling Pills to suppress the disease, and then assign people to do it together. a consultation."
Gu Qingqiao was almost resting at this time, stood up and said: "There are still a few areas in the east of the city to visit, I will go first. By the way, I just met Zhu Yicheng, and said that the city is still very calm today, no Too many people talk about being sick, so he went to check with us temporarily, and he will go to the restaurant tomorrow to inquire."
After he got up, Mu Xiyun shouted, "I'll send you off!" He followed him out of the room.
The two hurried to the outside of the medicine hall. At this moment, it was completely dark, the West Market closed early, and the street was silent. Mu Xiyun followed in the footsteps of Gu Qingqiao, and as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the medicine hall, the person in front of him suddenly turned around and took a step to lead him behind the shadow of the doorpost.
Warm lips fell, holding the breaths of the two, extremely lingering.
With his lips parted, Gu Qingqiao nibbled on the tip of his nose again, lowered his head and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, stuffed it in Mu Xiyun's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving, don't be too tired."
"Well," Mu Xiyuan looked up at him, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Reaching out and hugging him again, Gu Qingqiao turned around ruthlessly, swept forward sharply, and disappeared in three or two breaths.
Mu Xiyun lowered her head and opened the oiled paper. Inside were three lotus cakes, which had been crushed a little out of shape. The pastries are warm, with the person's body temperature.
Mu Xiyun picked up a piece with a smile and put it in his mouth, the sweet smell enveloped his mouth, just like the kiss just now, with a long aftertaste.