In the early morning, the mist of Guanghua Temple is steaming. There are no pilgrims swarming in, and there are no monks ringing the bells for morning classes. It looks as ethereal as a fairyland.
People standing in it feel like they don’t know where they are, and they also feel like they are in a state of ecstasy.
A cry broke the silence. The cry was sharp, as if he was being tortured, and it made people shiver.
Chen Qi's feeling of cultivating immortality disappeared instantly.
"It's started again." He said to himself, "Wonderland turns into hell."
After this cry started, a succession of cries rang out, the howls of the older children, and the screams of the younger children instantly enveloped the entire Guanghua Temple. Even though Chen Qi had been listening to it for several days, he still couldn't stand it and hurriedly stuffed it with a cloth
Cover your ears.
The sound in the back hall was even louder. Not only the children were crying, adults were also shedding tears.
There were three children of different ages lying on the three beds in the room. Although there were only three children, there were more than a dozen people standing in the room, making it seem crowded.
There were four or five people standing in front of each bed, three holding the children and two doctors busy.
There was a strong smell of medicine and alcohol in the room.
Miss Jun was among them, covering her mouth and nose, and was wiping the wound on the child's body with a piece of cotton cloth intently. There was a doctor on the other side who was also doing the same thing. There was a medicine bowl beside them.
It contained a dark medicinal juice, which also exuded a strong smell of alcohol.
Every time the cotton cloth dipped in the medicinal juice fell on the sore, the child who was being held down began to cry louder and his body twisted violently. The three adults could hardly hold him down, which showed how severe the pain was.
"It can't be cured, it can't be cured."
Finally, a woman broke down and cried out in the room. She frantically pushed away the doctor who was surrounding the bed, rushed over, hugged the child tightly and cried loudly.
"We won't cure him. It's better to die for such a crime."
Miss Jun was pushed aside, and another doctor stood aside. Everyone said nothing and just looked at the woman.
This is not the first time this has happened.
The collapse and crying here did not affect the other two beds. Although the family members over there were already in tears, they gritted their teeth and held down their children. The two doctors remained steady and calm.
He rubs the cotton wool on the child's sore surface mercilessly, and the cry gets louder every time.
Amidst the crying, the woman in front of the bed gradually exhausted her strength. She looked at the child in her arms who was breathing rapidly with his mouth open, and at the swollen and pus-covered sores on his body. The child's face was full of tears.
He has red hair and black hair, and his original face is no longer visible.
The woman reached out and touched the child's face.
Although acne mostly affects children, adults can also be infected, but it is not as serious. In addition, the condition of acne is so terrifying that no one except your own parents really dare to get close to it.
Not to mention such face-to-face caresses.
The child suffered from acne, and even his family members were afraid to stay away. No doctor was willing to treat the child, so he could only be trapped in a room and wait to die.
Now that someone has treated him, someone is willing to give it a try.
The woman raised her hand to wipe away her tears, sat upright and held the child's shoulders.
"Okay, doctor, please." She said in a hoarse voice.
The two men who stood away also stepped forward and held the child down again. The child was already familiar with this action and immediately began to cry.
Children are children, they do not understand the pain of life and the sadness of death.
Miss Jun and the doctor did not say anything and continued to repeat the previous actions.
Compared with the howling of ghosts and wolves here, which is like purgatory, the other row of houses is quieter, but it is not relaxing either.
"Sanniu, drink quickly, keep drinking." A woman urged a child with closed eyes, crying, and handed the medicine bowl to his mouth.
The child was motionless.
"Fuck, drink it down," said the man next to him.
The woman lifted the child up a little more and poured the medicine into the bowl. The child swallowed consciously, but in the end he was too weak and choked and twitched repeatedly.
The woman cried even more when she saw it.
The doctor came over and looked at the medicine bowl on the table.
"Wait an hour before taking the medicine again." He warned, taking out a bowl. Unlike the crying room over there, there was no strong smell of alcohol here, but a slight sweet aroma.
This medicine bowl contains honey.
The doctor dipped cotton cloth in honey and wiped it on the child's sore surface. This did not cause the child to cry because the stimulation of the honey was very weak, or because the child here was already dying and unconscious.
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"Physician Jiang, haven't you heard that Guanghua Temple is just like the prison of Fusi in Beizhen? It's so miserable." An imperial doctor said with a face full of dissatisfaction and sympathy.
"Everyone at the bottom of the mountain was scared away and had nightmares after hearing this." Another one also followed suit.
"Does it have to be so scary to treat acne?" Jiang Youshu frowned and said, "How did she cure it?"
The doctors looked at each other.
"How else can I treat it? The honey hemp method. She has to take away so much honey and cohosh, so naturally she uses it this way." An imperial doctor said.
"I also asked for a lot of wine." Another doctor added.
"Wine is used to drive away evil spirits," another imperial doctor said.
Spirits, white ash and the like are often used here to bury dead patients to avoid spreading the disease again. This is also what they often use.
Everyone nodded.
"Are many people dead?" Jiang Youshu noticed this and asked.
"It should be quite a few," said an imperial physician.
Jiang Youshu frowned.
"What does "should" mean?" he asked, and thought of what the imperial doctor said earlier about hearing what happened in Guanghua Temple, "Didn't you go see it with your own eyes?"
The imperial doctors looked at each other with somewhat embarrassed expressions.
"My lord, you don't know yet," they said.
Since that day when Miss Jun provoked Jin Yiwei to come to the Tai Hospital to cause a scene, Jiang Youshu, although he did not allow everyone to file a complaint, took sick leave and went home for two days to rest.
This will be evidence when it comes to talking about it in the future, and it will appear to be forbearing and evasive.
"Lu Qianhu is also in Guanghua Temple, and it is strictly forbidden for outsiders to come in or out." An imperial doctor said, "Even when our car delivering medicinal materials is gone, no one is allowed in. Someone from them came out to pick up the car."
So they could only guess what was going on in the temple by listening.
Lu Yunqi actually took someone there? Jiang Youshu frowned, is he so free?
Of course, he didn't have so much time. He sealed the place under strict restrictions and the outside world didn't know the specific situation inside. He could only add more at will when judging the crime in the future. This was indeed Jin Yiwei's consistent style.
Jiang Youshu nodded, that must be the case.
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"Miss, please sit down quickly. The water is about to be boiled. Eat something first."
Liu'er walked around Miss Jun and said hurriedly.
Miss Jun was indeed tired, so she casually sat on the futon in the corridor.
Liu'er went to bring another bowl of ginseng soup.
"Is this our family's or..." Miss Jun asked.
Liu'er chuckled.
"Of course it's from the Imperial Hospital," she said. "The emperor said that medicinal materials can be used freely, so Chen Qi asked for some ginseng and deer antlers to help the lady and the doctors replenish the body. Chen Qi said that this is also a cure."
Miss Jun smiled, and suddenly her smile turned to one direction. Liu'er also looked over and her face suddenly dropped.
Lu Yunqi stood under the small hanging flower door. He was looking at Miss Jun with his hands behind his hands.
"This person is so annoying, why is he here again?" Liu'er said.
"Didn't he say that Guanghua Temple was under martial law under the emperor's order?" Miss Jun said and slowly drank the ginseng soup with her eyes lowered, her brows still furrowed.
This man is really haunted.
One action and one sentence of mine that day had such a huge effect.
It's so big that it's annoying.
Sometimes she couldn't control her temper and wanted to yell at him, don't look at me like that.
The eyes on her suddenly moved away, and at the same time there were footsteps again. Miss Jun looked up and saw that Lu Yunqi seemed to have been knocked away by someone and stood in the yard. Another person stood under the hanging flower door.
Zhu Zan.
Why is he here?
Miss Jun couldn't help but smile when she looked at him.
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The ancient method of treating acne comes from the records in Ge Hong's "Elbow Relief Prescription" of the Jin Dynasty. (To be continued)