MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs-Chapter 14 Baicao poetry at the death scene

  Chapter 14 Baicao Poetry at the Death Scene

  The apprentice caught Zhe Yu's pulse, and the shock, astonishment, and unconcealable sadness for a moment passed in a flash.

  He lowered his head in a hurry, a teardrop fell on the back of his hand.

   What a chaotic pulse, what a heavy illness!

   "Are you... poisoned?" The apprentice's voice trembled. "No, it's not just poison, your internal organs..."

   All internal organs are damaged, and life hangs by a thread.

  He raised his head, looked at Zhe Yu, his eyes were twinkling.

Zhe Yu glanced at the bright place, "What does it feel like? Every day, it is extremely cold first, and then extremely hot. Alternating cold and heat, life is not as good as death. However, when the pain is extreme, it becomes numb The doctor I saw before said that I could die at any time, but I was just hanging on with one breath.”

   Probably, talking too much, Zhe Yu coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

  The apprentice withdrew his hand for feeling the pulse, and hurriedly helped him to smooth his breath, the hand was already attached to his back.

  Four eyes face each other.

  Zhe Yu smiled, but the smile was desolate.

  The apprentice avoided his gaze, thinking that it was time to prescribe the medicine, and then realized something, and paused.

   "I've been treated by a master of traditional Chinese medicine for my disease, but it doesn't help. You, it's better not to waste the power of the medicine." Zhe Yu said with no expression.

   "But there is a sliver of hope, and I can't give up." The apprentice corrected him seriously, and then said to the buddy beside him, "I say, you remember. The place where rhino horns grow together..."

   "No rhino horns." The man interrupted the apprentice mercilessly.

  The apprentice raised his eyebrows, "Okay, let's change the prescription. Ginseng and licorice..."

   "Without ginseng, is Codonopsis ginseng okay?" The man asked again.

  Baicao Poetry: "..."

  There is nothing in the huge medical clinic, what kind of medicine can you do, and what kind of world can you save?

   But he forgot, this is just a remote town, and it's normal not to find those precious medicinal materials here.

  Zhe Yu's originally gloomy face was a little dumbfounded at this moment, if it wasn't him who was sick. Isn't it funny for an apprentice who doesn't even know what medicinal materials are in his own medical center!

  The apprentice stood up and bowed to Zhe Yu, "Wait a minute." He opened the curtain and went to the front hall, stopped in front of the medicine cabinets, and came back after a while.

  He re-prescribed the prescription: "Use dry lacquer, cypress kernels, dogwood, and jujube kernels, grind them into powder in equal parts, add honey to make **** the size of phoenix seeds. Take it with warm wine, twice a day. Go grab the medicine."

  This prescription is specially used to treat five labors and seven injuries, eliminate injuries, tonify the middle, and calm the five internal organs.

  The buddy was stunned for a moment, and added a warm reminder: "These medicines are very expensive."

   "Are you afraid that this noble gentleman won't pay for his medical treatment?" The apprentice became angry, "Isn't his wife helping to decoct the medicine? If not, just put it here to pay off the debt. In addition, some wolfberries and yams will also be brought."

  Zhe Yu:…

   Dude:  …

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  Zhe Yu was sent back to the bullock cart, and after a while, Baicaoshi also came out, holding medicine in his hand.

  It hurts to think about it, these medicines cost twelve to three hundred dollars.

   "Sister, you have come out, why have you been away for so long?" Bai Xiaoshu cared about her sister.

   "It's okay," Baicaoshi apologized to the old man Jiang, "Uncle Jiang, please, I have to go to the stationery first... oh, to the bookstore."

  Book shop is the place where pens, inks, papers and inkstones are sold. Baicaoshi almost missed the point.

   Zheyu looked at Baicaoshi, raised his finger without warning, and flicked on her temple.

   This, this, **** instant tenderness. Baicaoshi's face suddenly turned red.

   Then I heard Zhe Yu casually say: "When you decocted the medicine, did you splash **** juice on your face? You didn't wash it off. Not to mention, that apprentice just now had the same **** color on his face. Cough cough..."

  The scene of the death of a large-scale society is talking about the Baicao Poetry at the moment.

   This is going to be a mess, can't it?

  (end of this chapter)