After Li Jian left, Liu Xiaoying also sat on a bench in the corridor and played with her mobile phone. Suddenly, a strange aroma rushed through the nostrils.

It's so fragrant, a faint soft fragrance wafting through all the spaces of the inpatient department. Most people smelled it, and the head nurse Lin Li asked, "Liu Xiaoying, where did the fragrance come from?"

Liu Xiaoying put away her phone and said blankly: "I don't know wow." "It's a kind of herbal fragrance, especially fresh, it can't be a patient using herbs.

Liu Xiaoying checked to see if there was a hospital bed that was cooking herbs illegally. Lin Li commanded, but she walked from the other end of the corridor to this end without finding any patients decocting medicine in the ward.

The hospital mainly uses Western medicine, with physical therapy. The inpatient department is a floor where all orthopedic patients live.

In some people, after surgery, after the anesthesia fails, the pain from the bone marrow hits in bursts, making it difficult to sleep after tossing and turning. The scent of herbs was smelled by many sick people, and the incense was so aggressive that it slowly filled all the space on the fifth floor of the inpatient department.

Less than 200 meters away from the Kuang German army ward, there is a high-end ward, Chen Biaogen, the boss of the Gongshi Medicinal Materials Company, returned home after retirement, accidentally fell to the ground in the bathroom due to dizziness, broke his hip bone, and after the operation, he was restless every day, the pain was unbearable, and he was tormented. Suddenly, I smelled a burst of herbal incense, and the pain in my whole body seemed to be reduced a lot in an instant.

"Xiao Mo, where did this medicinal fragrance come from? But it smells very pleasant, and the severe pain seems to have been alleviated a lot. Mok Guorong is Chen Biaogen's secretary, in addition to hiring a full-time nurse, he also comes to the hospital to accompany Mr. Chen most of the time.

"It can't be the patient who decocted the medicine in the ward, right?" Mok speculated. It stands to reason that the hospital will not allow this.

After Chen Biaogen's fall, Mok Kwok Wing advised him whether to consider using traditional Chinese medicine for treatment, because the sciatic nerve was seriously damaged, and Western medicine is sometimes really beyond the reach of such diseases, which can only temporarily suppress the pain and cannot be cured quickly.

However, the cure of Chinese medicine must be obtained by a holy hand with excellent medical skills.

"Mr. Chen, I'll look for it to see what kind of recipe he has and why the herbal flavor is so strong. Mok Guorong said.

This floor is occupied by orthopedics, and maybe the herbs prepared by others are also a kind of relief for their own symptoms.

At this time, Lin Li, the head nurse, and Liu Xiaoying, the nurse, both found the source of the herbal fragrance, which was the Kuang Dejun patient she was responsible for taking care of.

Two women in nurses' uniforms searched the ward, but they couldn't find the jar for decocting herbs.

"What are you looking for?" The medicine was not attached to the wound, and the Kuang German army was indescribably comfortable. When I saw the two women coming in, I didn't say anything, but just walked around, and I couldn't help asking.

"Did you use herbs to compress the wound?" Seeing that his hands and feet in the plaster cast were not loosened, and the sand cloth on his spine was not torn, he still asked suspiciously.

"It was a pill, I ate a few, then chewed a few, diluted them, and poured them through the gap in the plaster. "Kuang Dejun told the truth.

It's incredible which few pills all the scents come from. Could it be that his miraculous recovery effect also came from these few pills?

"Where did the pills come from, they weren't prescribed by the doctor, so they shouldn't be taken indiscriminately, and the hospital won't be responsible for any consequences." "Nurse Lin is a little anxious, some patients are really uncomfortable.

Chapter 0004 is a thousand yuan for a pill

"It's okay, people's ancestors have been around for generations: inherited medical skills, specializing in the treatment of all kinds of orthopedic incurable diseases, and those who can't do anything. Kuang Dejun said lightly, he asked to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and go home to pick up space herbs for treatment, which is better than infusion in the hospital every day.

"You made this medicine yourself," Liu Xiaoying asked in surprise, "Do you know how to make plasters?"

"Yes, if you have similar symptoms in the future, you can come to me and take your medicine to get rid of the disease. Kuang Dejun said lightly.

The three of them were talking, and Mo Guorong came in at the door. At a glance, he saw the young man on the hospital bed, although his hands and feet were in plaster casts, and his spine was bandaged, his face was ruddy, his spirit was strong, and he could not see a trace of pain.

"What disease is this brother?" he asked.

"He was the one who fell from the six-story rack the day before yesterday!" Lin Li recognized him as Chen Biaogen, the secretary of the VIP pharmacy, and did not dare to slack off, so she told him truthfully.

"Can you show me the pill you just mentioned?" He faintly heard their conversation in the hallway, an ancestral plaster expert who specializes in treating bruises, and made his own plaster for bruises.

Kuang Dejun took out a large finger pill from his pocket and put it in Mo Guorong's palm, a faint fragrance, smelling all the smells as if they had just woken up and aroused vitality, there is such a refreshing and pleasant best pill in the world.

"Can you sell one to me?" Mo Guorong clutched the pill tightly in the palm of his hand, not wanting to return it to Kuang Jianjun, and didn't ask what disease this pill treats or what matters should be paid attention to. I don't even ask about the right medicine.

In fact, Mo Guorong already knew in his heart that on the same floor, there were all orthopedic injured patients, no matter where the injury was, as long as the pill was effective, it would be effective.

"This big brother, what kind of disease is your family suffering from? This pill of mine is a special medicine for bruises, swelling, pain and sprains, but it is not the right medicine. Kuang Dejun looked at his expression, and he was already seventy or eighty percent sure in his heart.

"The boss of his family fell and injured his pelvis and sacroiliac ligament strain, and he has been hospitalized for half a month, and his symptoms have not been alleviated. Lin Li, the head nurse, said. She vaguely felt that something was wrong, I was helping others sell medicine, and if I knew it to Dr. Wang, would I be criticized. If you tell the dean, will the bonus be deducted, alas, I'd better go. She walked out of the room.

"Well, I'll go with you to see if he can use this pill. Kuang Dejun climbed out of bed, Liu Xiaoying hurriedly came over to help, and was gently blocked by him, if it wasn't for a thick plaster on one foot, he should not have a problem walking.

"Are you the young man who fell on the construction site the day before yesterday and just had surgery yesterday?" When the ambulance drove into the hospital the day before yesterday, he happened to see a bloody young man on a stretcher, lifeless.

"It's me, I don't die, I don't know if there is a blessing. He moved his steps and followed Mo Guorong into Chen Biaogen's ward.

The wards where the rich live are different from ordinary people, there is only one bed in the Nuo University ward, and the other room has a companion bed, as well as a kitchen, which is no different from home.

But the pain should be the same, he saw the man on the hospital bed gritting his teeth, slowly turning sideways, cold sweat flowing down his forehead.

The man is well maintained, with black hair and not a single white hair, and ten fingers are slender, delicate and smooth.