Although Xu Huang did not agree to let Bai Qi and the others go back, he did not kill them, but let them live on the spot, and all the villagers also felt understanding.

They have also realized that the disease they have contracted may be really contagious.

After all, only Xiaoya was sick before leaving, but in just a few days, thousands of people have already had symptoms of headache and brain fever.

In this state, no one dares to take it anywhere.

Everyone could only follow Xu Huang, return to the Guanzhong realm, find an open place, and build a thatched hut to live in.

Fortunately, they knew that Xu Huang's army was protecting them and would not bully them in the slightest, and everyone felt relieved.

In the past few days, they still took medicine according to the prescription prescribed by Han Laosan, and a few of them were good, but more were re-infected, totaling more than 1,500 people, and even a few were seriously ill and died.

Everyone couldn't help but have doubts about Han Laosan's prescription.

"Third Uncle Han, does your prescription work, why are more and more people getting sick?" A thin young man said.

"Nonsense!" Han Laosan felt that this was provoking him, and said angrily: "My recipe was handed down by the ancestors back then, specializing in the treatment of heat and cold.

Do you know who my ancestors are? That was the former imperial doctor of the palace, and this method was used to treat the royal family, is your life more precious than that of the royal people? ”

"No, no, Uncle Han, don't be angry," although he questioned, no one dared to do anything with the only Lang Zhong here, and the young man hurriedly admitted: "I'm just watching, aren't we sick people getting more and more?" ”

"You don't know if you're not Langzhong," Han Laosan said: "But all evil diseases will have a high incidence period."

The so-called illness comes like a mountain, the disease goes like a thread, it always takes time for the drug to have an effect, I have no problem with this prescription, you just have to take the medicine, I promise that after a period of time, the medicine will definitely get rid of the disease. ”

Everyone was groggy and bowed their heads silently, Han Laosan then took out a small book from his arms and said, "Count it door to door, even if the medicine money can't be given temporarily, there must be an account, right?" ”

His family survives by treating people, so naturally there is no reason to give up medicine in vain.

Although his herbs were all picked from the nearby mountains and did not cost a little money, now these villagers have all become his debtors, and no matter where they flee, as long as they can settle down, this account will not be able to escape.

The villagers saw that everyone was so sick, but Han Laosan was thinking about the money for the medicine, and they all dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

After all, apart from Han Laosan's medicine, they didn't know what to take.

At this time, suddenly a few soldiers came over with two large boxes, walked up to Bai Qi and said, "The king heard that you are sick, so he specially sent someone to bring you the medicine, you take it, and hurry up to boil it and take it." ”

It turned out that Liu Ping received a letter from Xu Huang, saying that he had settled the people and watched the development of the disease.

It happened that Hua Tuo was in the palace, so Liu Ping asked Hua Tuo to open the prescription and sent someone to pick a lot of herbs and send them.

After all, Liu Ping is now the most important thing to buy the hearts of the people, and although the rest of the people have agreed to sign a contract to farm, their hearts are beating drums, and they still don't trust his decree.

Therefore, he urgently needs a group of people who are happy and convinced of him, and they will personally promote his good name to him in order to calm the hearts of the people.

He let go of Bai Qi's gang regardless of his previous suspicions, which is just right for him to publicize.

"The king still gives us medicine?"

Bai Qi was surprised when he heard this, in the year of natural disasters, some princes were already considered conscientious princes who gave porridge to the people, but when they were sick, they could still send them medicine, this was the first time that they had heard of such a benevolent and righteous lord.

"Thank you King, King Ende, I'll write it down in my heart," Bai Qi felt a little sour in his nose, why did he bother to run away with so many villagers?

After the soldiers left, Bai Qi called the leaders of the clan over and said, "King Renyi, bring us medicine, hurry up and arrange a few offspring who have not been infected with the disease, boil the medicine, and give it to everyone." ”

"The king doesn't even know what disease we have, and you dare to take the medicine that he prescribes in vain?" At this time, Han Laosan said coldly beside him: "The doctor diagnoses the disease, pays attention to looking, hearing and asking, so has the king looked at you?" Smelled?

How can such a prescribed medicine be effective? ”

"The medicine given by the king is ineffective, is it possible that only the medicine you sell is effective in the world?" In the distance, someone hid in the crowd and muttered.

Han Laosan was poked in the sore spot, and his old face immediately turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, doctors have rules for doctors."

A patient can't take the medicine prescribed by two langzhong, and if he takes the medicine given by the king, don't come to take mine again.

Take your pick, I will not force it. ”

Han Laosan's words immediately silenced everyone.

Although the villagers knew that Han Laosan was selling his own medicine and making every family his debtor, what he said was also very reasonable.

The king had never even seen him, so he dared to give up the medicine.

He's not a god, do you know what our symptoms are?

Besides, the king is not Langzhong.

"Third Uncle Han, I'll take your medicine and write it down for me," the thin young man could only compromise.

"You volunteered, I didn't force you," Han Laosan unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, emphasizing.

"Yes, yes, I volunteered," the thin young man hurriedly agreed, for fear that Han Laosan would not sell the medicine.

With him taking the lead, all the villagers chose to continue to take Han Laosan's medicine.

Relatively speaking, everyone still chooses to believe in Han Laosan, after all, the Han family has been practicing medicine for several generations.

Bai Qi saw that no one was willing to take the medicine given, so he didn't fry it at all, so he let people carry it aside.

……

In the early morning of this day, just after dawn, a carriage came over, and a thin old man got out of the carriage and came directly to the grass shed with a medicine box on his back.

There was hay on the ground, and people were lying on all sides.

The old man stepped forward, squatted down, casually pressed his finger on the pulse of a young man, tried for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and went to try the other man.

After trying three or five like this, the old man's expression became more and more solemn, and he said to himself: "Strange, how can it be completely ineffective?" ”

At this time, his actions had already awakened many people.

A young man rubbed his eyes and said, "Uncle, what are you doing?" ”

"You sit up, I'll check your pulse well," the old man frowned, pressed his finger on the young man's wrist, and said after a while: "The medicine you used is wrong, even if the medicine prescribed by the old man has no effect, there is no reason to aggravate it." ”

Everyone saw Han Laosan with a bad face from the side, and they didn't dare to speak, and accused the wrong medication in person, Han Laosan was afraid that he would be mad.

Han Laosan saw that the old man was also carrying a medicine box, and then listened to the old man's words, and knew that he was here to rob business.

He said loudly with an unkind face: "Eh, how old are you?" Do you feel like a doctor with a medicine box on your back these years?

Dare to say that my prescription is wrong, don't you know that my prescription was used by my ancestors for the royal family's medical treatment.

You don't say it's right, who are you when you are? ”

Everyone looked at Han Laosan's appearance, glared and clenched their fists, and saw that the posture was almost going to be one-on-one with the old man.

"Old man Hua Tuo," the old man glanced at Han Laosan and continued to check the pulse of others.