The villagers who had originally been united against the enemy were so frightened when they saw someone vomiting that they all fled back to their own courtyards, and even the courtyard doors were tightly closed.
On the road, only the village chief, the village chief's son and four other people were standing still, but the four of them were also very scared. Someone advised:
"Village Chief, let's go back. This plague is pervasive and will kill people if it touches it. Several villages around are in disaster. Now is not the time to show off."
The village chief's son also advised, "Dad..."
Zhufeng finally got a chance to speak and stood up and said: "You guys go back first, I'll go see what's going on with that man. I'm a doctor."
The village chief looked at him bitterly, "It's better not to go as a guest. You still have a few children at home. This plague is very serious. It is said that as long as you get within one foot, you will be infected.
Many well-meaning doctors went to Ruzhuang before, but none of them came out alive..."
Zhufeng thought to himself that there were probably very few diseases in the world that he couldn't see. Then he said to Wen Ya, "Take them back, I'll go take a look." Then he walked towards the vomiting man.
Wen Ya tried to persuade and push her, but the old village chief had no choice but to take his son back. When he walked to the front of the house and saw Qingyu and the others standing at the door of the courtyard, the old village chief stopped again and said to Wen Ya:
"I'm sorry, I just tried to persuade your man, but he didn't listen. I also have old people and children at home, so I can't take risks..." Although he was apologetic, he was also very firm.
Wen Ya understood what he meant and said with relief: "Don't worry, if he really can't be cured, we won't hurt you."
The old village chief seemed uneasy, so he and his son set up a stool and sat at the entrance of the courtyard, then stared in the direction of the troublemaker.
Zhufeng came to the group of troublemakers in front of everyone.
The troublemakers were a little surprised when they saw that he neither covered his face nor hid. However, someone soon started mocking him: "Another one who doesn't know the heights of the world."
Others also followed suit, with playful smiles on their faces: "Miracle doctor, please save us quickly, we don't want to die."
"Yeah, come on, show your special skills, don't just pretend."
Zhufeng ignored the group of people and went straight to the vomiting man to check for his pulse. After a while, he got up and headed towards the old village chief's house.
There was a chorus of taunts and curses coming from behind.
The village chief and the village chief's son also stood up nervously. When Zhufeng was about to approach, the village chief stopped him: "Guest, stop. My family really doesn't dare to take risks. I ask our guest Haihan to be considerate."
Under the plague, everyone is in danger, and Zhufeng's attitude towards the village chief is understandable. After all, these people don't have the same confidence as him.
He stopped outside the safe area considered by the village chief and his family, and said to everyone: "They only suffer from warm heat disease, not an incurable disease, and the medicine they need is not complicated:
Eight cents of Fangfeng, seven cents of Qianhuo, two cents of rhizome, seven cents of Chuanxiong, eight cents of cohosh, one cent each of kudzu root and anemarrhena, one and a half cents of skullcap, one cent each of Nanxing and almond, two cents of ginseng, five cents of licorice,
Six points of woody aroma, three large slices of ginger.
Take it and chew it. Boil it in water and take it warmly. Three servings a day and you will be fully recovered in half a month."
Wen Ya carried her basket on her back, and Qingyu Shi'an and Hong Tao also followed.
Qingyu rummaged in the basket on her back with her little hands, and took out the corresponding medicinal materials from Xuannv Palace while no one was paying attention. She put them in a cloth bag and handed them to Zhufeng.
Zhufeng threw the medicinal materials to the village chief, "I have ready-made medicine here. You can try boiling some for those people first and see if their symptoms will be relieved after drinking it."
Is it so easy? This is too lucky and smooth. The old village chief couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, "This plague can really be cured? But everyone knows that once infected, you will never survive."
"Although a terminal illness can indeed kill a person, before that, there is a cure for this disease." Zhufeng pointed to the person with vomiting and diarrhea.
"Vomiting and diarrhea are a sign that the disease has reached the seventh stage, so that person can still be saved. As for the others, the condition is more mild. As long as they take the medicine according to my prescription, they can all be cured."
His voice was not quiet, and the village was quiet, so everyone around him heard him clearly, even those who made trouble.
Some people didn't believe it and asked, "Don't be ridiculous, right? Many doctors went to Ruzhuang and died within a few days. Are you better than those people?"
Wen Ya had a bad temper and yelled at the man, "What are you talking about? You have the final say whether it can be cured or not? Are you the doctor? You will see the result after taking the medicine. Whatever you yell about, sit down and wait."
Although her voice was not as good as the previous lion's roar, the intimidation was still there. The troublemaker groaned and was speechless for a moment. Then he didn't know who raised his head, so he actually sat down and waited.
Qingyu secretly took out five soft cushions from Xuannv Hall, one for each person, and the five members of the family crossed their legs and sat up.
Chu Mu hesitated for a moment and finally sat down.
Qingyu looked at him leisurely and teased, "Aren't you afraid of losing the bet?"
Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat and he smiled on his face: "How can you think of people so badly at such a young age?"
"Isn't the human heart selfish?" Qingyu said lightly and closed her eyes again.
The old village chief looked around the village and saw that the troublemakers had calmed down. No matter what, it was better to treat a dead horse as a living horse than to let those people make trouble in the village, so he ordered his son and daughter-in-law to prepare medicine.
While the village chief's house was boiling medicine, Zhufeng and Qingyu chatted quietly.
"This is quite strange. This is not an incurable disease, but why has it become so serious?" Mortal doctors can't be so useless, right?!
Hongtao choked him: "If you want to praise your superb medical skills, you don't have to beat around the bush like this. You deserve a beating."
Zhufeng rolled his eyes at her and looked at Qingyu. He felt that he didn't think too much.
"Someone wants to take advantage of this epidemic." Qingyu glanced at Chu Mu intentionally or unintentionally, "That's why no matter how good the doctor is, he won't survive."
Did he do it on purpose?! Zhufeng's heart trembled, and his face became anxious, "Then...didn't I get into trouble again?"
"What are you afraid of? If you come one, I'll beat one. If you come with a pair, I'll beat a pair." Wen Ya looked serious.
Qingyu comforted him: "We will leave early tomorrow morning. It is enough to leave the prescription to them."
Just as he was talking, the village chief's son came out with two buckets of medicine. He placed the buckets a few feet away from the courtyard door and stepped back.
When the conversation was over, Zhufeng stood up and handed two buckets of medicine to the troublemakers. He asked everyone to drink one bowl first, and the one who was seriously ill drank two bowls in a row, and then asked them to wait for half an hour.
The troublemaker waited doubtfully for half an hour, and finally felt that the burning sensation all over his body had subsided. As for the seriously ill man, his originally blue complexion had improved a lot, and his diarrhea and vomiting had stopped. It is self-evident how effective the medicine was.
Witnessing the miracle with their own eyes, the troublemakers changed their previous arrogance and broken things, and kowtowed in gratitude.
Zhufeng asked them to take the remaining medicine back, gave them the prescription, reminded them of some precautions, and finally sent them away.
As soon as the troublemaker left, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief, and the old village chief also invited Qingyu's family into the house again while apologizing.