After Chu Yueqing came out of Xiao's house, he went straight to the medical hall in the north of the city.

At the entrance of the medical hall, there was still a dense queue. But unlike last time, these people were crouching on the ground, holding their stomachs tightly with their hands, looking pained.

Chu Yueqing saw this scene when he got down from the carriage.

"What's going on?" Chu Yueqing was suspicious, but no one could give her an answer.

There was chaos in the lobby of the hospital, and on the south wall of the house, there were five or six small wooden beds, and almost every bed was crowded with four or five people, and the room was filled with painful moans.

The medicine boy ran back and forth between the backyard and the front hall, holding bowls of soup and medicine in his hands, and he had no time to pay attention to Chu Yueqing, who seemed to be in good health.

Mo Zhi stayed next to Chu Yueqing, and when he saw this, he said, "Princess, do you want a slave to ask?" ”

Chu Yueqing nodded.

The two of them walked to the inner hall of the Qing Dynasty, and Mo Zhi went to the backyard.

The inner hall, which was originally used for people who are suddenly ill to rest, is now more crowded and chaotic than the lobby. In a small area, except for the doctor and the medicine boy, there were seven or eight in it.

The doctor who treated him in the inner hall was an old man with gray hair and beard, followed by a tall young man. The young man carried a medicine box on his shoulders and a cloth wrap in his hand in which silver needles were placed.

Chu Yueqing stopped at the door of the inner hall for a moment, and then remembered that she had seen this old doctor. The last time Xiao Dong came to this medical center for a consultation, this doctor sat in the lobby.

But the old doctor was giving an injection to a patient at the moment, and Chu Yueqing didn't dare to disturb him.

She turned and walked towards the lobby.

More and more people gathered at the entrance of the medical center. Strangely, the later people also sweated profusely on their foreheads, and their hands were tightly covering their stomachs.

Rao is Chu Yueqing didn't know anything about medical skills, and he also knew that the illness this time was unusual and strange.

Chu Yueqing was about to go outside to take a look, but Moori came out of the backyard.

"Princess, Master, they're in the backyard."

In the backyard, there are not only Master Ou Zhuang and Doctor Qin, but even Old Lady Kang. The three of them sat around a small stone table, as if discussing their condition.

But Mrs. Ou and Ou Shiqiu were around the stove where the medicine was boiling, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted in the air. Seeing Chu Yueqing coming over, Mrs. Ou didn't say a word, and handed her a pu fan: "First help boil the medicine and watch the fire." ”

Although Chu Yueqing didn't understand much, he saw that everyone was anxious and serious, so he didn't ask much, and looked at the medicine jar with Mozhi.

Not long after, a medicine boy came from the front hall and said something to the small stone table, and Master Ou, Doctor Qin, and Old Lady Kang left the backyard together.

The capital, which has just experienced unusually heavy rain, has lost the heat of summer. The sun overhead was also not as blazing as it used to be, and it became much softer. Occasionally, an autumn wind blows, blowing up the flames under the medicine jar.

After more than half an hour, Chu Yueqing's row of five medicine pots was finally boiled. When the medicine boy in the medical hall saw that she had boiled the medicine, he didn't wait for her to say anything, but consciously picked up the medicine pot from the stove and poured the decoction into the pottery bowl.

Chu Yueqing breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to Mozhi and asked, "Is the medicine boiled, do I want to help you?" ”

Mo Weaving glanced at her in surprise, "Princess, you have to continue to boil, slave maid, this is already the second round." ”

"Still going to boil?" Chu Yueqing's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly.

At this time, the medicine boy, who had finished pouring the decoction, cleaned up the residue in the medicine jar. Then, I put in the herbs that had been prepared long ago and added water.

The fire in the furnace was not extinguished, and the medicine boy put some firewood in it. Then he walked to Chu Yueqing's side and made a gesture: "I continue to look at the medicinal food, and I must not let the fire in the furnace be extinguished." ”

… When the sunset clouds filled the sky, there were large red clouds. Chu Yueqing finally got a piece of good news: "When this batch of medicinal materials is finished, you can rest." ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the medicine boy poured the decoction into the pottery bowl, Chu Yueqing chatted with him for a few words: "How many patients are there outside?" ”

"There are more than 20 people, and Dr. Li is treating them outside, but I think that these patients are one after another, Dr. Li, our lord, and Mr. Kang and Mr. Ou invited by our lord, the prescriptions they prescribe are almost identical, only the amount of medicine is a little different." Medicine Boy Road.

The old man in the mouth of the medicine boy is Doctor Qin.

"The same prescription?" The pu fan in Chu Yueqing's hand stopped shaking: "Aren't these patients all the same disease?" ”

At this time, the last pot of decoction in the medicine boy's hand had also been emptied. While cleaning the medicine jar, he replied to Chu Yueqing's words: "But judging from the external symptoms, it should be the same disease, but some people's symptoms are more serious, and some people's symptoms are milder." ”

After the medicine boy cleaned up the medicine jar, he filled it with medicinal herbs and water, and finally put the medicine jar on a stove on the far right of Chu Yueqing's row: "I'm sorry for you." ”

The medicine boy went to the front hall with a tray full of decoction.

The stopped pu fan in Chu Yueqing's hand fanned hard again, and after a while, the fire in the medicine furnace became even stronger.

-- The moon hangs high in the sky. After the medicine boy took the last bowl of medicine, Chu Yueqing and the others were completely idle. After this leisure, she Chu Yueqing felt that she was dying!

"Starving!" She walked to the stone table and lay down, "I ate a few pastries at Xiaodong's place today, and the others didn't even drink tea." I just haven't been busy and haven't noticed it, but now I'm idle, and I feel empty in my stomach. Moori, aunt, and cousin Shiqiu, are you hungry? ”

Mo Zhi was naturally hungry, but she was not as unimagined as Chu Yueqing. said with a faint smile: "The slave maid went outside to see if there was a restaurant, and went to buy some food." ”

"No, Moori, you stay, let Shiqiu buy it." Mrs. Ou pulled Moori and sat down at the stone table, and the other side glanced at Ou Shiqiu.

Knowing his mother Mo Ruozi, Ou Shiqiu naturally understood what Mrs. Ou meant. didn't shirk it, and walked straight to the front hall of the medical hall: "I'll look at it, don't be picky." ”

The three of them smiled behind Ou Shiqiu and said yes.

When Ou Shiqiu left, Mrs. Ou reached for the teapot placed in the middle of the stone table. Seeing this, Mo Weaving took the first step to pick up the teapot: "Master, princess, drink tea." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the cup and poured tea for Chu Yueqing and Mrs. Ou.

Chu Yueqing picked up the teacup and drank it with a clatter, not showing any elegance at all. After drinking, he said, "Thank you, Moori." ”

Mrs. Ou didn't drink the tea, and her fingers kept sliding over the edge of the teacup.

Moori noticed this, and felt apprehensive in her heart: "Master, do you have something to say to Moori?" ”

Hearing this, Chu Yueqing couldn't help but sit up straight and looked at Mrs. Ou and Mo Weaving.

Mrs. Ou smiled first, then picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "It's not a big deal, I just want to ask, what are Qing'er's plans for Moori's marriage?" ”

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