When morning light entered the room, Liu Pucheng came in and saw a disciple pouring the medicine from the medicine pot onto the white cloth held by another disciple.
Strain the concoction into a small basin.
"Ms. Qi, do you think we need to cook it again?" The disciple picked up the small basin and ran to Qi Yue's side, asking in a low voice.
Qi Yue was leaning over the table carefully, brushing water droplets from the small basin held by Hu San.
"Add the medicinal dregs and water and cook for half an hour." Qi Yue looked at the concoction carefully and said.
The two disciples responded and went to work.
"Ms. Qi, what is this?" Liu Pucheng looked at the room and saw familiar objects, but they looked strange.
Why is there so much weight on that pot?
The smell of broth permeated the house.
And this weird behavior of brushing water droplets...
"I need distilled water..." Qi Yue said, standing up and looking at the half-filled water in the small basin below, "Steam it again."
Hu San nodded, holding the basin and placing it on the charcoal stove nearby.
After not sleeping all night and concentrating hard, everyone's eyes were covered with red threads.
"How is the injured?" Qi Yue asked, rubbing his eyes to feel relieved.
"Not very good." Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue did not panic, but smiled.
"It seems I have to speed up." She said, clenching her fists.
At noon, Liu Pucheng and others watched Qi Yue put concoctions of varying dilution ratios into small porcelain bottles and tie ribbons of different colors as marks.
The two disciples brought the steamers, placed them one by one, and put them into the temporary cauldron.
For this big pot, a pot is placed inside the pot, covered with a lid, and pressed with stones. The lid and body of the pot are wrapped in layers of wet white cloth.
"For half an hour, everyone should stay away to avoid the pot from exploding." Qi Yue said.
Hearing what she said, everyone was startled and quickly backed away.
"But please don't explode..." Qi Yue couldn't help but clasped her hands and asked the gods and Buddhas for blessings and murmured.
"Teacher, go and cut some rotten flesh from the injured person's wound now," she said again.
Liu Pucheng responded, looking at the big pot and hearing the banging sound inside, he felt a little scared.
"This is..." he couldn't help but ask.
"Trying to autoclave." Qi Yue said with a smile, a bit self-deprecating.
Liu Pucheng didn't find it funny, but nodded seriously and respectfully. He became more and more curious about Qi Yue's master. What kind of shocking master that person must be.
The rotten meat was carefully and carefully cut into pieces by Qi Yue, who was wearing gloves.
"Everyone, come here." Qi Yue said.
Immediately everyone gathered around.
"Each of you take a look at it." Qi Yue said.
Everyone didn't know what she was going to do, but they each chose a piece and looked at it carefully, as if they were looking at a rare and beautiful jade gem in the world.
"Remember the state of the carrion you each saw." Qi Yue said, "After tonight, you will see if there is any change after taking it out. This can only rely on everyone's eyes and memory, too.
Can we finally find the last step to find an effective injection?"
She stopped here and looked at the disciples who were looking at the carrion more seriously.
Success or failure depends on this last step. If you don't find it tomorrow...
Qi Yue took a deep breath, then she failed and there would be no more time for her to test.
She lowered her head and looked at the piece of carrion seriously, trying to imprint it firmly in her mind.
"Young Madam, do you think this temperature is enough?" Another disciple was guarding a wooden box with a pile of charcoal stoves placed around and underneath it.
Qi Yue hurriedly walked over and put her hand in to check the temperature.
Probably almost.
"Okay." Qi Yue said.
The carrion was put into the porcelain vase one by one. Each disciple in charge of his own piece tied a belt with his own mark, placed them all on the wooden board, carried them over, and put them into a wooden box.
A thick quilt covered the wooden box.
After doing all this, the disciples looked nervous and excited. They did many strange things throughout the day and night, hoping to create strange results.
Compared with the charcoal fire here that needs constant heating, the house where Orion is located has ice cubes constantly being fed into it.
"Wear gloves, especially those with external wounds on your hands, and be sure not to touch them to avoid infection." Qi Yue walked in and looked at Aru and others who were busy caring for Orion, and said with a smile, "I can only
Make medicine for one person."
Aru and the others all laughed after hearing this. The laughter coming from behind the wide masks was dull, but it was very pleasant to the ears.
Chang Yuncheng stood outside the courtyard gate, listening to the laughter coming from inside, and stopped walking.
When she is happy, she may think of unhappy things when she sees her, so she might as well forget about it...
He turned around to leave when the door rang behind him. He couldn't help turning his head and saw Qi Yue walking out, stretching her hands in a very inelegant way. When she saw him looking over, Qi Yue's movements stopped slightly, but
Soon she continued her action and looked away from Chang Yuncheng.
Chang Yuncheng withdrew his gaze and walked away.
When the morning light shone into the room again, everyone's eyes were fixed on the wooden box nervously.
Qi Yue looked at the hourglass over there.
"Okay, the time is up, take it out." She finally raised her hand and said.
The disciples who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time felt a little restrained when they heard this sentence. They tremblingly opened the quilt and took out the wooden board from the hot wooden box.
The wooden board was placed on the table, and all the disciples stood in front of the bottles they were responsible for according to the belts they marked, each holding a makeshift tweezer in his hand.
"Okay, let's get started. Look at the carrion in the bottle and find the one that did not continue to deteriorate but got slightly better." Qi Yue said, she lowered her head and opened the bottle she was responsible for.
The carrion was pinched out….
"No." Qi Yue put it down, "One to sixteen, failure."
The disciple on the side drew a cross with trembling hands on a piece of paper filled with dilution ratios.
The injured patient's ward here seemed extremely quiet, except for the vague moans of the unconscious injured person.
Liu Pucheng also went to see the results, and Aru was the only one left in the room. She was wearing a big coat, a large mask, and a scarf wrapped around her hair. She was wringing a towel with gloved hands and placing it on the injured person's forehead.
"Sister Aru, the ice cubes are here." A disciple came in carrying a wooden basin filled with ice cubes.
Aru nodded, came over quickly, and placed the ice cubes around the hospital bed with him.
"Sister Aru, don't you go over there and have a look?" the disciple asked.
Ah Ru twisted the towel again and wiped the injured person.
"No need to look," she said.
No need to look, the young madam can definitely make it, she can definitely do it.
"One to one hundred and twenty-four, invalid."
"One to one hundred and forty-six, invalid"
….
Along with the reports, Qi Yue's forehead became more and more sweaty.
Success soon, success soon, success must be achieved...
She stared at the hands of the disciples one after another, fearing that they were wrong.
It's really ridiculous. She never thought that there would be such a day. The things she had tried so hard to refute, the results she least expected to see in the experiment, now she could not wait to kowtow to pray for the blessings of gods and Buddhas to come true.
As more and more proportions were crossed out on the paper, everyone's expressions became more and more disappointed.
It was originally impossible, but it is still impossible after all...
Seeing the woman holding her hands on the table and lowering her head, Liu Pucheng couldn't help but sigh.
"No matter what, as long as you try it, you will succeed." He walked up and said with a smile.
"Although I say that, the result is still the most important after all." Qi Yue lowered his head and said, "In our profession, no matter whether we work hard or not, the final thing that the world will judge is the result, cure.
If it's cured, it's a success, if it's not cured, it's a failure, it's just... ruthless."
Just like my father, for that brain surgery, he made a lot of preparations and wrote a lot of plans, but so what, failure is failure, and failure has to pay a price, regardless of whether you have tried your best.
The sound of counting suddenly stopped, or perhaps they didn't pay attention.
"Qi Qi Qi Qi..." A trembling voice murmured.
Everyone suddenly looked at the person who spoke.
The disciple used tweezers to pick out a piece of rotten meat. At this time, the small piece of rotten meat was shaking violently. Of course, it was not the meat that was shaking, but the person holding the meat.
"No, no, no, no..." he continued to say with a trembling voice.
No one urged him, everyone just stared at him, their breathing stopped.
"No change..." He finally shouted this sentence before everyone almost choked to death.
Qi Yue stepped forward to him and carefully took the piece of meat with her gloved hands.
This piece of meat was thrown on the ground and even the dogs probably wouldn't look at it. At this moment, Qi Yue was holding the rarest treasure in the world. She looked at it again and again, and her eyes were wet with sweat, and she had to close her eyes.
Upper eyes.
Qi Yue took a deep breath, stood up straight, and looked at the strap on the bottle.
"One to three hundred and twenty-four, effective."
When the cheers from here came over, Aru, who was changing the wound dressing for the injured, finally couldn't control her hands shaking. But she didn't say anything, and she clumsily changed the dressing with her trembling hands.
.
She knows, she has known for a long time that the young lady can do it, the young lady always does what she says!
"It's almost six or seven days already, what's the use of them dragging it out like this!" A group of disciples in the Huichun Hall said angrily.
Wang Qingchun sat on a chair and sipped tea slowly and leisurely.
"As long as it lasts a day, just let them go," he said with a smile.
"Master, the queue outside has not dispersed yet," Wu Shan said as he walked in with a somewhat showy complaint.
"It's getting late..."
"Master has been sick for a whole day..."
"Don't be too tired..."
The other disciples immediately started talking.
These words were like the spring breeze blowing through Wang Qingchun's internal organs, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"A doctor is a parent. Now that he's here, how can we ignore him?" He put down his teacup and stood up, "I'll go take a look."
"Master's benevolence and benevolence..."
"..It is truly a blessing to my people.."
Amid the compliments from his disciples, Wang Qingchun walked out of the back hall and came to the front hall for a consultation.
But when he stepped into the front hall, he was stunned, and the disciples following him were also stunned.
Where is anyone in the empty place?
"Where is this person?" Wu Shan suddenly felt a little embarrassed and shouted.
The waiter picking up medicine on the side looked horrified.
"Senior...brother, they all ran away..." he stammered.
Wang Qingchun's face could no longer show any concern.
"They ran away no matter what? Did you drive them away?" Wu Shan shouted.
"No." The young man looked aggrieved and pointed to the door, "Someone just said that the injured Orion walked out of Dingxihou Mansion, and everyone ran to see..."
What?
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Did they hear it correctly? The injured Orion was not carried out, but walked out?
Can the dead also leave?
Of course, those who can walk are not dead people, only living people. Could it be that Orion really saved him?
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Wang Qingchun's forehead.
How can it be……
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I have to go out for a walk during the Qingming Festival, so I will do double updates today. During the holidays, I will only be able to do single updates. Please forgive me. In fact, I am a day-only updater, so everyone should get used to it.*** (To be continued)