And at this moment, Yang Xianmao calmed down, just like a death row prisoner who was waiting for the death sentence, suffering from gains and losses, but was extremely restless, but after the real verdict, he was calm in his heart, and he could eat and sleep, but it was only a day or two.

Yang Xianmao carried the toilet upstairs, closed the door again, put it behind a screen, and then walked to the railing opposite, leaning on the railing and looking at the entire Yinzhou City that was still billowing smoke at night.

Soon there was a sound behind him, and Yang Xianmao slowly closed his eyes.

This night, Liu Dongyan pulled more than ten times, and vomited, and there was clear water in the back, and the whole person quickly weakened.

After Yang Xianmao confirmed again that Liu Dongyan was indeed suffering from cholera, he immediately came downstairs and took out the medicine he needed from the two large bags of medicinal materials, this prescription was a synthesis of all the prescriptions that he could collect in his head, and confirmed that he was relatively sure, but this was certain, and he only picked one out of these uncertain ways, he actually did not have hope for this prescription, but now even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he must firmly grasp it.

Yang Xianmao immediately took these medicines to the kitchen of Aunt Huang's yard, although Aunt Huang may have been looted by the mob here, but Yang Xianmao did not have to worry, the kitchen was very neat, it can be seen that after those thugs rushed in, they were not interested in the kitchen things, so Yang Xianmao quickly found the sand pot of decoction and put the medicine in, he sat next to the medicine jar, gently fanned the fire with a fan, and looked at the sand pot that began to steam hot.

He didn't think about the recipes used in these ancient cases of cholera, because these methods had been repeated many times in his mind, what he was thinking about now was just that there was some creation and trickery, he came from a hundred years ago to a hundred years later, and he would die in cholera in less than a year, if Venerable Ling Xiao knew, he didn't know what he would think, but it was okay, it was really a life of five evils and three shortcomings, and he was destined to have no wife, no concubine and no money, if he went back, it would be a relief.

Yang Xianmao thought a little sad, but until now he didn't feel any discomfort in his stomach, and there was no pain in his chest and abdomen, it seems that the incubation period after his injury is relatively long, or according to his own body, the tolerance is stronger than others, but it's just for a moment, because his body is still a mortal in the end, as long as he is a mortal, he can't escape the pursuit of death.

Thinking so, when the medicine was ready, he took it and poured it into a large bowl, and then carried it upstairs.

When passing through the fourth floor. Aunt Huang didn't play the piano anymore, she was still nervous and stood by the window outside the fourth floor with Osmanthus and looked at him, far away, this is already the farthest place from the exit upstairs, and then you can only go downstairs, for Yang Xianmao and them, he is more afraid of those thugs outside, those people are also likely to be infected with the plague, since they are all plagues, it is relatively safer to stay here than outside, at least Yang Xianmao believes that he has the ability to deal with these people.

However, the subconscious master and servant still avoided it from a distance, and when they saw Yang Xianmao coming up with the medicine, an apologetic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said a little flatteringly: "You, are you okay?"

Obviously, she had heard the sound of vomiting and diarrhea upstairs, she didn't know who it was at first, maybe it was the little girl, or maybe it was the Taoist, so she asked, Yang Xianmao just didn't look at her, and didn't blame her, anyone would be like this, if the other party changed the plague, Yang Xianmao would also keep a safe distance from her as much as possible, so when he walked to the stairs with the medicine, he still turned his head and smiled at her, and went up.

This time Aunt Huang's tears are about to come out, she is very nervous and afraid, afraid that Yang Xianmao will do terrible things, and even kill her, there are many people who will go crazy and destroy and kill people out of some psychology before they die, hoping that others will be as unlucky as him, most of the thugs outside the city are because of this, but Yang Xianmao's heart is full of warmth, and with a little apology, which makes her immediately feel that this Taoist chief will never hurt herself, her hanging heart immediately let go, her heart is moved, and she is a little ashamed, and she doesn't realize that her eyes are wet。

As Yang Xianmao expected, after taking this bowl of medicine, Liu Dongyan vomited and diarrhea without the slightest relief, and in the morning she had pulled more than ten times, vomited more than ten times, and the strength of the whole person was quickly lost, and when it was dawn, she couldn't even sit up by herself, just lying on the soft couch, looking at Yang Xianmao weakly.

Yang Xianmao patted her shoulder, her cheeks, which had been significantly thin, looked at her sharper chin, and said, "Tell me if you want it convenient, and I'll take you away." ”

Two muddy tears rolled down from the corners of Liu Dongyan's eyes, she choked and nodded, now she has no way to refuse this situation, although it will make her ugly, but it is better than pulling it in the quilt and crotch, in that case, Yang Xianmao will have to help him clean it, but it is better to hand everything over to Yang Xianmao from the beginning.

Yang Xianmao had been sitting beside the soft couch, and as long as she frowned or covered her stomach with her hands, or started retching, he immediately knew what she was going to do next, and carried her to the toilet behind the screen to vomit and make it convenient.

Yang Xianmao didn't give up, he only waited for two hours, and found that there was no effect, so he immediately changed the medicine, so by noon the next day, he had already used several prescriptions and gave Liu Dongyan several medicines.

He observes whether these prescriptions and medicines have any effect at any time, even if there is a little effect, he will insist on using them for her, because the medicine needs to have a certain sustained effect to get better, but if it is useless at all, it proves that this medicine is not effective nine times out of ten, Yang Xianmao now has no time to wait to observe the effect of the medicine, because the time left for Liu Dongyan is only one or two days.

Liu Dongyan's illness onset very quickly, and by the evening, her eyes were already dizzy, her pulse was faintly palpable, and her limbs were cold, like the water of the Yinshui River.

Yang Xianmao used up almost all the prescriptions he could think of, and there was one last method left, and this prescription actually felt that it should be useless, because this was from a book compiled by Song Taizong called "Taiping Shenghui Fang" A recipe recorded, and Song Taizong is the emperor Yang Xianmao saved a hundred years ago, Song Taizong was wounded in the leg after an arrow wound, often relapsed, for this reason he paid special attention to the collection of various folk prescriptions compiled into a book, but also wanted to find out if there was a prescription to cure his old injury, but in the end he failed to do so, but he for the cause of his arrow wound and widely collected and sorted out tens of thousands of folk home remedies, after the Tai Hospital Tai Doctor and famous doctors around the compilation into a book, indeed the prescription sorting did a great good thing, so that these scattered folk prescriptions can be passed down through the ages。

It is precisely because Yang Xianmao knows too much about Song Taizong, and this recipe is a folk record, in the vast Taiping Shenghui prescription, there is only a prescription, there is no medical case and record, and it is too close to now, Yang Xianmao has never heard of anyone who has used this prescription to achieve results, so he used to use Liu Dongyan with other historical books, medical books recorded in other prescriptions with curative effects, and now those prescriptions have been used, none of them are effective, and he can only hope that this prescription is relatively the least hopeful from now.

This recipe is actually very simple, use one or two Artemisia annua leaves, and licorice one penny to decoction with water, and it is precisely because this recipe is too simple, Yang Xianmao has always felt that it is too unreassuring, he does not believe that such a simple recipe can cure such a serious disease, if it is so simple, then cholera will no longer exist.

But now there is no choice for him, he can't watch Liu Dongyan die in his arms, even if it is a life-saving straw, he must grasp it knowing that it is useless.

So Yang Xianmao came downstairs again and took the medicine from the medicine bag.

He sat by the fire, fanning with a big fan, praying in his heart: "God, you have mercy on us, don't toss us anymore, I hope this time it works, don't take this poor girl away, she is miserable enough, what do you want from her?"

He fanned the fire as he muttered inwardly, and at that moment he heard a slight click, as if stepping on a tile.

Yang Xianmao's ears are extremely sharp now, he can clearly hear the sound from a distance, it should be the sound of a roof tile breaking outside the attic, very slight, but because this sound is not quite the same as other sounds, so immediately Yang Xianmao is alert, he immediately stopped fanning, kept his body still, and used his ears to distinguish, but in the subsequent tea effort, he could not hear any unusual sound, including the sound of stepping on broken tiles.

Yang Xianmao even had some doubts about whether he was a little nervous and had auditory hallucinations, and obviously didn't hear any sound.

But he was sure that it should be there, so he put down the fan, got up and went to the window, and looked through the gap in the window to see where the sound came from.

It's evening, the sun is setting, and the sky above the city is still thick with black smoke, and the sunset is faint and faint in the darkness, giving people a kind of sadness, but the whole city has completely fallen into dead silence.

It was also in this context that Yang Xianmao clearly heard the sound of the tiles being trampled on just now, and that sound should only come from one possibility, that is, there were gentlemen on the beams or night walkers walking on the roof.

The murderers who came to loot from Guijiazhuang before did not find that there were those who could walk freely on the house, so this person should not be those murderers who robbed, because the entire city has no officers and soldiers to catch fast, and even basically there are no normal people, and it has become a dead city, in this case, he can walk on the street with a swagger, he doesn't need to fly the eaves from the roof, and on the other hand, in this case, the eaves on the roof and the wall, I'm afraid that there is no other purpose, is this purpose to come to himself? This is exactly what Yang Xianmao is worried about.

On the hill outside the city, when they were ambushed, the mace had told him that the shopkeeper, after receiving the guidance of the fortune teller, had confirmed that he had killed his eldest son, so he had paid a lot of money to hire the mace and the old man with his minions to kill him, and now he heard that the night walkers on the roof of the house would be the second group.

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