Lizhong soup and Xuanming powder are all scripture recipes, which have not changed from the Han Dynasty to the present, and they are already too mature to be ripe.

Xu Xiaole only needs to report his name, and an experienced old pharmacist like Pharmacist Lu knows how to dispense medicine and how to decoction medicine. Anyone who knows a little about medicine also knows what kind of symptoms these two drugs are aimed at.

After Gu Xuan's intelligence went online, he understood that this court trial was of great significance to him and Changchun Hall, so he hurriedly sent someone to chase Pharmacist Lu back, asking Master Lu to choose the best medicinal materials and make sure that the medicinal power reaches the best effect.

Xu Xiaole was busy in the court, everything that should be prepared was ready, and he waited for Master Lu to send the medicine.

Pharmacist Lu knew that it was an emergency, but of course he would not be temporarily matched like the layman Gu Xuan. He picked out the medicine that had been prepared long ago from the warehouse, and after checking it, he stared at the medicine boy decoction. In this way, it only takes half an hour, and a pair of rational soup can be delivered.

It was a matter of human life, and Pharmacist Lu himself carried the soup can, took out the capable energy of going up the mountain and into the water, and trotted all the way to the county government hall.

"I brought both the soup and the noodles." Pharmacist Lu put the soup can on the desk, took out another paper bag, and handed it to Xu Xiaole.

Xu Xiaole thanked Pharmacist Lu and took the soup can: "Set him up." ”

Yan Zhongqing is also a dead horse at the moment, and he and his wife are in tears while holding up their son. He put himself behind and leaned on his son's back.

Xu Xiaole scooped a spoonful of medicine, waited in the air for it to be a little cooler, and then sent it to Yan Suo'er's mouth.

Yan Suo'er was delirious and on the verge of dying, but her teeth finally did not clench. Xu Xiaole just poured the medicine into it here, and he was already able to swallow it.

Xu Xiaole gradually increased the amount of swallowing, and the amplitude of Yan Suo'er's swallowing gradually increased.

Yan Zhongqing has been sitting in the hall for ten years and knows that this is a good phenomenon. People are the spirit of all things, and what they like to eat often indicates that the body is in need. The patient's willingness to drink the medicine indicates that the medicine is indeed symptomatic. He twisted his head to look back, tears rolling down, and asked repeatedly, "How is Suo'er?" Have you opened your eyes? ”

Xu Xiaole didn't want to answer, but took a few steps back from the soup bowl and motioned to the person next to him to bring a spittoon over.

That person is Suo'er's third aunt, who has no children under her knees, and treats Suo'er as her own child on weekdays. She took Xu Xiaole's place with a spittoon blankly, and said secretly in her heart: This child has just taken the medicine, can he urinate out?

"Be careful!"

Xu Xiaole shouted.

The third aunt of the Yan family was distracted, and was startled by Xu Xiaole's warning. Before she could react, she heard a "vomit", and a stream of black water sprayed towards her like an arrow.

The black water was thick and foul, like rotting mud in a ditch, and it was disgusting to see from afar. Now I was shot all over the face, and some of them even splashed into my mouth...... The third aunt of the Yan family immediately vomited with a spittoon and vomited all yesterday's dinner.

Fang Zhixian sat in the hall and had already taken a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

He sat high, saw the panoramic view, and saw Yan Suo'er vomit with his own eyes, followed by the third aunt of the Yan family who also vomited, and almost couldn't help but vomit together. No wonder Xu Xiaole wants to treat his illness in the court, if he is in the fighting room, wouldn't he smoke people to death?

Xu Xiaole retreated five steps early, naturally he didn't get any touch. He shook his head and said, "This lady, I asked you to use a spittoon, not to let you use your face to pick it up." ”

The third aunt of the Yan family wanted to cry without tears, spit out in the dark, crumbling, and was helped out by her own man.

Yan Suo'er and his mother also had a lot on her, in the end, she was her own son, she didn't feel anything, she just cried: "How is this good, the medicine I just drank was spit out!" ”

Xu Xiaole stepped forward to take a look and said, "The effect of the medicine is very good, I just want him to spit out all the medicine accumulated in the previous two days." ”

Many people in the audience under the public hall were watching the excitement, seeing this "dead child" vomiting a puddle of black water, and hearing Xu Xiaole say that this was a "medicinal effect", they thought that the child was saved, and cheered one after another.

Ge Zaixing was annoyed by these laymen who were watching the excitement, so he touched Yan Suo'er's pulse, closed his eyes slightly, and immediately looked at Xu Xiaole: "The pulse is not up." ”

Doctor Zhao also stepped forward to take the pulse, with an angry face: "What's more, this time it's not even spider silk!" ”

Yan Zhongqing was still carrying her son, and she grinned and cried when she heard the words.

Xu Xiaole was not surprised, and said calmly: "It was expected." ”

Zhu Jiade and Tan Gongchao also came over, but they didn't feel the pulse.

One looks at the face, the other looks at the chest.

Zhu Jiade said: "Tan Gong, your chest is flat." ”

Tan Gongchao nodded.

The chest protrusion, which was three inches higher, had completely calmed down at this moment because of Yan Suo'er's vomiting.

Tan Gongchao took a cloth towel, wiped the vomit from the corner of Yan Suo'er's mouth, and lightly tapped it, but Yan Suo'er's head did not deviate to one side, and even had the strength to rebound.

Tan Gongchao said happily: "Look, his neck is stiff." ”

Yan Zhongqing and his wife stopped crying: "The neck is hard? Is it saved? ”

Xu Xiaole looked at the two famous doctors and said, "You two can finally grasp the key." He immediately stared at Ge Zaixing again: "This kid hasn't come back before the ghost gate closes, it's really hell if you can touch the pulse." ”

Ge Zaixing's face turned red, and he stabbed him in a roundabout way: "You are really ashamed, these two teachers are so superb in medical skills, you dare to evaluate!" ”

Xu Xiaole didn't believe it: The medical skills are superb, and he can't even see such a disease?

He pursed his lips and said, "Get out of the way, I'm going to continue to take medicine." ”

Zhu Jiade hurriedly helped Tan Gongchao to retreat and give up the position to Xu Xiaole.

Xu Xiaole poured out another half bowl of Lizhong soup from the soup can and poured it into Yan Suo'er. This time, even Yan Suo'er and his mother couldn't help but take a step back, for fear that her son would vomit again.

Xu Xiaole knew that Yan Suo'er had nothing to vomit, and said, "Don't stand still, clean this stall first." Weird smelly. ”

- If my sister-in-law were here, I'm afraid I wouldn't have to talk about it.

Xu Xiaole thought of Tong Wanqing, who loved cleanliness very much, and felt that when he was out of the house, the characters he encountered were really strange: seeing that he was so dirty and smelly, he was indifferent, and he had to remind himself.

The lady of the Yan family hurriedly asked the servant on the side for a bucket rag. His relatives also came to help, went to fetch well water, and several people washed away the filth on the court in three or five clicks.

After they got it right, Xu Xiaole went over, touched Yan Suo'er's forehead, and said, "The heat is starting to recede." ”

Dr. Zhao didn't believe it, and he came up to touch the heat of the lock, touching it again and again, touching and touching. One hand touches his forehead, and the other hand touches the lock, the two are compared.

Xu Xiaole couldn't help but say, "Do you want to ******?" ”

Doctor Zhao reluctantly stepped aside with an incredible look.

Xu Xiaole took a bowl of water, turned it into Xuanming powder, stirred it evenly, and sent it to Yan Suo'er's mouth.

After pouring a large bowl of medicinal soup, Xu Xiaole turned another bowl into another bowl.

After doing this again and again, Zhu Jiade finally couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but remind: "Hey, Xuanming powder can't take more!" (To be continued.) )