Dr. Zheng Desheng thought of the prescription of Liuyisan very casually.

According to legend, this June 1 was created by Liu Wansu (alias Liu Hejian), one of the four masters of Jin Yuan. Because its prescription is six parts of talc and one part of licorice, it is called Liuyi San.

Li Shizhen, a great physician in the Ming Dynasty, also praised Liuyisan with his head and praised it as "the immortal medicine of mortals".

There are many advantages of Liuyisan.

First of all, it is simple to use, generally 9 grams (three coins) per serving, and the best effect is to adjust it with cold boiled water. The key to deciding to use Liuyisan should be the symptoms of red yellow and short urine, if the urine is clear and long (colorless and easy to discharge), it should not be used.

In addition, the addition and subtraction of 61 scatter is also very flexible; If you see those who are upset and restless, you can add a little cinnabar to subdue, called "Yiyuan San"; If you have a sore throat and sores on your mouth and tongue, you can add a little indigo, which is called "Jasper Powder"; If there are also slight symptoms of external sensation (fever, headache, etc.), you can use fresh mint leaf decoction or mash a little juice to take it together, called "chicken Su San". These prescriptions are a good remedy for summer sickness.

It can be seen from this that this Liuyi San is the existence of a panacea.

Dr. Zheng Desheng thought about it for a while, and then focused on transforming the prescription of Ji Su San. He used low-pressure distilled mint oil instead of decoction or mashing juice - these ancients were too poor in purification.

After making the medicine, Dr. Zheng Desheng packed a porcelain bottle according to the amount of three pairs of medicines, and the porcelain bottle was also custom-made - he thought to himself at that time, these Ming people would accept this medicine at once, only five horses and one bottle, and the price compared with the world, it was really cheap.

At that time, in online forums, everyone had a tendency to completely reject the cultural traditions of the Ming Dynasty, but Dr. Zheng Desheng had his own ideas.

On the Ming Continent, it is now a big dung tank, and anything thrown into it will become big dung—this is something that Dr. Zheng Desheng pinches his nose and admits—but what about after breaking it? Don't you want to lose it all? Not well—we don't even pay lip service to it, but they're our ancestors, right? Isn't it better to transform or take the doctrine of reassignment?

But Dr. Cheng Desheng didn't like the Internet in that side of the world, and he often thought that it was better to talk more than to show others - even though he had done a lot in the world over there, no one would read it.

Now, after he posted a small opinion of his own on the Internet, it was recognized and approved by everyone, and he felt that there was also a sense of pleasure in this behavior-

However, his medicine was not recognized by the Ming people, which made him depressed.

He had already written an advertisement on the wall of the Chinese medicine hospital with a brush:

Wow! New drugs on the market! It's a good way to get rid of the heat!

This new drug has the function of - want to buy it as soon as possible!

His calligraphy skills are still there, and the Ming people must be able to understand it, and there are really Ming people who read the advertisement, but no one comes in to buy it.

After thinking for a long time, Dr. Zheng Desheng found Liu Jieshou and asked, "What do you think of my medicine?" ”

Liu Jieshou took the medicine bottle with both hands and said, "Look at this porcelain bottle is so exquisite, this medicine can't be bad-"

He opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it lightly, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Good medicine, really good medicine - I bought ten bottles!" ”

Dr. Zheng Desheng looked at Liu Jieshou's expression suspiciously, as if it was not flattery, and said, "I'm not asking you to buy medicine, I ask you why no one cares about this medicine?" Is this medicine expensive? ”

Liu Jieshou thought for a while and said calmly: "The foolish people have always thought that only the elderly can be skilled in medicine - this medicine is a good medicine - but in such a beautiful bottle, of course they don't dare to ask the price. If you want them all to buy it, it's not too difficult—"

"Thank you, no need. I'm not forced by my superiors - you don't have to buy it. ”

Liu Jieshou left very embarrassed, he could see that the director of the Chinese medicine hospital had a bad face, so he didn't dare to talk more.

Dr. Zheng Desheng thought about it by himself and understood, it turned out that they thought I was young-

The next day, Dr. Zheng Desheng walked out of the Chinese medicine hospital alone, he had heard that there was another medical hall here, so he thought about going to see it.

He still doesn't believe it, these Ming people would rather believe in the country doctor who rattles the bell, than believe in himself, a Chinese medicine practitioner who has studied modern pharmacology?!

At that time, the streets of the Akashi area were much more prosperous than they used to be.

The entire street is about a kilometer long, and it is all compacted with triple soil. However, it is a matter of time before the concrete floor is replaced here, and the cement is still not enough.

There are a lot of new shops opened on the street, most of them are some merchants in the past, most of them sell some needles, threads, brain oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, the stores are small, and the varieties are few, all of which can't arouse the desire of the Hantang Group to collect taxes. Let them become businessmen, and after they sit big, it is a good time to collect taxes - they also understand the truth of releasing water to raise fish.

The slightly larger one is the original blacksmith shop, which has now been converted into a blacksmith shop.

The blacksmiths there were originally hired by the Hantang Group, but later, as there were more and more blacksmiths, they put them back, and let him engage in the past business, and did not engage in public-private joint ventures against him, and the Hantang Group was not a predator, but they just needed their help for the time being.

Speaking of which, those blacksmiths may have gained more, not to mention the wages they earned, and they also learned a lot of new skills, which were not passed on in the past. So he also expanded his blacksmith shop, changing it to the front of the shop and the back of the workshop, a number of iron tools were placed in the storefront, and pedestrians could only hear the sound of tintiny iron in the backyard.

There is also a cloth shop that is not small, and I heard that it is related to the Pan family - for this, Dr. Zheng Desheng is not interested in it at all.

He saw people go in from time to time, and every time someone came out with a cloth, the shopkeeper personally bowed and sent it out - with this service attitude, he would definitely be able to make money in the future.

Dr. Zheng Desheng looked at the street scene as he walked, and felt as if he had gone to a market in a remote mountainous area, and it seemed like he was watching a costume movie.

Those strange costumes of the Ming people, a few months have passed, and now it doesn't seem to have any sense of disobedience, as if it should have been like this. Presumably, those Ming people see themselves as the same, right?

The street is clean and free of clutter.

In the markets controlled by the Hantang Group, the Hantang Group not only arranged for special personnel to clean it, but also stipulated that each store and residence should be responsible for the front of the door, but all sundries must be fined, unless they caught the person who littered it.

Ming Dalu has this virtue and that virtue, but it doesn't pay attention to public morality, so the Hantang Group directly decided to use corporal punishment and fines to cultivate, and there is no time to do their education work for the time being.

In this red street market, there are only two Ming people security team members patrolling - and it looks good at the moment.

Dr. Zheng Desheng happily walked all the way to the medical hall.

Dr. Huang Linguang has been having a good time recently.

The people of the Hantang Group did not collect poll tax, and he saved a piece of expenses, and the practitioners of medicine did not need to pay taxes, so he saved another piece - he found that as long as everything obeyed the regulations of the Hantang Group, everything was safe and sound, and there were no other changes.

It's a great thing, he's been thinking about going back and bringing his family over, but he's never been available.

After the first harvest, he suddenly became very busy.

The peasants here suddenly saw more people, and they have endured some minor illnesses and illnesses all the time, and they will not see a doctor until they are absolutely necessary.

Now it's good, they have come to be treated, and they also know that their medical expenses are not high.

Dr. Huang Guanglin thought proudly, they all knew that the people of the Hantang Group had also opened a medical hall, but why didn't they seek treatment? They dare to ask for five horse tickets for a porcelain bottle of medicine - this is like a robbery!

Naturally, Dr. Huang Guanglin's medical hall also has herbs, but those are really herbs, and the most expensive one in it is only one copy, which is a ginseng, which is still kept for hanging, and usually not taken out.

On the day Dr. Cheng visited his medical hall, he was still busy.

When Dr. Zheng Desheng entered the door, he saw seven or eight people working in the hall, and Dr. Mingren was sitting in the hall treating an old man's wounds. The old man dropped half of his sleeve and stretched out his arm on the medicine table.

The Mingren doctor and everyone raised their eyes and saw a person from the Hantang Group coming in, but they didn't panic, but everyone was a little nervous all of a sudden.

Dr. Zheng Desheng hurriedly smiled kindly, made a casual gesture, and immediately went to the back of the patients—that place did not delay him from watching.

The hospital was back to normal, but there were some unnatural emotions in the air.

Dr. Zheng Desheng knew that all of this was caused by himself, and as long as he left, everything would be fine, but he would not leave.

I saw that the Ming doctor repeatedly poked and pressed on the muscles of the old man's upper limbs, and his two fingers were in the shape of halberds. He also observed the old man's expression and talked softly.

Dr. Zheng Desheng smiled, this is similar to the later muscle resistance test, which is the most convenient way to check for muscle strains. Judging from the old man's expression, this strain has been around for some time.

As if he had found a pain point, the doctor got up and took out a pair of plasters from the wooden box behind him, opened them with his palms together, and then slowly tore them apart and pasted them on the old man's arm—Dr. Zheng Desheng heard them say things like three days—and it seemed that he would come back to change the medicine in three days.

Hmph, I could have put three pairs of plasters in the old man, but I wanted him to change the medicine again - this is a means to earn outpatient fees.

I saw that the old man put on his sleeves, respectfully took out a ticket, and handed it to the Ming doctor, who took it and put it in a box.

Dr. Zheng Desheng's eyes widened at that time, and he said in his heart, a horse ticket and a pair of plasters?! And what else can you have in that plaster?! Sanqi is don't want to have it - safflower is unlikely -

When the old man passed by him, Dr. Zheng Desheng smelled a smell of aged vinegar mixed with peach kernel powder - peach kernels have the effect of reducing swelling and relieving pain, but you can't use it as the main medicine, right? Ask the doctor in a moment.

At this time, it was time for an old lady to step forward, but she seemed to be being mixed with her own son and sat next to Dr. Akito.

The old lady stretched out her two hands on the medical table, and Dr. Zheng Desheng knew at first sight that this old Tai Chi might be rheumatism! The finger joints are red and swollen, and they keep twitching - this is a typical case of wind, cold and dampness, which should belong to the liver and kidney deficits, and the lack of qi and blood.

Dr. Cheng saw that Dr. Na Mingren was giving her a pulse. He thought that judging from the pulse, this old woman should have a weak pulse, and should belong to a heavy or thin string, and if you look at the tongue coating, it must be a typical red tongue and white rotten moss.

The Mingren doctor really motioned for the old woman to stick out her tongue - Dr. Zheng Desheng looked at it from a distance, although it was not real, but it was also eight or nine and ten.

Dr. Zheng Desheng was slightly proud, and casually memorized in his heart the prescriptions for Sanbi Soup: Duhuo, Qinjiang, Parsnip, Asaroxin, Angelica, Peony, Chuanxiong, Rehmannia Root, Eucommia, Oxknee, Codonopsis, Poria Cocos, Licorice, Cinnamon Heart, Astragalus, Continuation, Ginger - many dispensing medicines, each of which is prepared one by one according to the pathology.

He sighed in his heart, Grandpa, you forced me to memorize the prescription back then—I was really tired at that time.

But who knows, the Ming doctor didn't prescribe medicine, but took out a silver needle!