As the bluestone liquid was continuously diluted, the effect of the medicine continued to decline, and the initial goal of curing the disease gradually became to stabilize the people's condition and try to save their lives......

There is indeed a plot in the plot where the plague raged after the flood, but with the help of Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, the plague was quickly controlled and disappeared.

Is it the plague that has become alienated, or has the output of bluestone liquid decreased?

The rich man was sick in bed and miserable, barely holding on to his breath with expensive medicinal materials, praying to God and Buddha for mercy from God; The poor who have no money are even more miserable, and the slightly weaker ones have long been wrapped in broken mats and thrown on the side of the road, waiting to stink.

Xiao Zhi sighed, no matter how weird it is now, he has to do it!

The skill of Sickness Peeling Hand has long been integrated into the recipe of life and death, and there is no limit to the number of times it can be used, but it consumes a lot of mana. As the saying goes, it's easy to kill, but it's hard to save people, and this skill can't be activated by magic, only mana can work......

He set up a stall on the broken bridge of West Lake.

I had seen this bridge beforehand, it was not big, but it was unusually strong, even if the victims of the disaster stacked arhats on it and walked in unison.

Xiao Zhi thought about it again and again, and set up a "in" sign on the left side of the bridge, and also set up a "out" sign on the right side, considering that there are many people who are illiterate, especially under the "in" sign, he drew a small person who coughs and walks in, and under the "out" sign, he draws a healthy person to go out, so as to avoid the confusion caused by the patients who are not divided into left and right, and the stalls are sandwiched on both sides......

He put this stall out.

The cool breeze was blowing, and it was extremely cold, and a few people with sickly faces walked by, without even looking at them......

Xiao Zhi understood that he didn't shout, coughed and cleared his throat, and didn't shout, but who knew that those people walked faster, as if coughing and salivating to ask for their lives, the scene was a little embarrassing. He said loudly: "The new shop is opened, specializing in the treatment of all kinds of incurable diseases, ten yuan, any disease, one person only needs ten yuan!! ”

Free things are the most expensive, and only a clear price can be reassuring.

The pricing of ten wen, aside from the rich, is not expensive, on the contrary, it is very suitable, now it is the Song Dynasty, you can buy a hot big baked cake on the street for a penny to eat, and ten pennies can eat a bowl of pasta with meat in a small shop! No matter how poor the people are, their families will have some copper money to prepare, and even if they farm, they have to wait for the autumn harvest before they can eat it.

Those who have no money, except for beggars, are almost dead......

Of course, the price is not negotiable, first the flood and then the plague, the people are miserable, and they really can't come up with ten cents, so Xiao Zhi can reduce it as appropriate...... You can even exchange something, but it can never be free......

In the real world, he has seen too many bad things caused by free, both for merchants and customers. So don't want to cause any argument because of this frivolous question.

After a few shouts of his shouting, a thin man in a long robe stopped, his face was sallow, and he was a little unsteady on his feet, as if he could hang on to the ground with a random gust of wind. The thin man was about twenty-eight years old, he looked at the signboard on the stall for a while, clasped his hands into fists and said weakly: "Excuse me, can anything really be cured?" Including this plague? ”

As soon as the cold wind came, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his throat, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, stood downwind and coughed violently, and waited until he was better before returning to the stall.

These small actions made Xiao Zhi stunned, and he smiled lightly: "The ancestral secret technique of curing diseases is effective immediately, but the weakness of the body itself needs to be slowly adjusted by yourself......"

The thin man is a scholar, his hometown is to catch the exam, when passing through Hangzhou, he didn't expect to encounter a terrible flood, fortunately he didn't die in the flood, but he didn't expect to be infected with the plague.

In order to survive, he plans to use up the last few copper coins, even if he eats bark and grass roots, he has to survive. If they die here, what will happen to the brothers and sisters in the family......

The scholar took out the copper coins from his wet pocket and counted them, there were eleven in total, and handed them all to Xiao Zhi: "I'm tired." ”

Xiao Zhi took out one and wanted to return it.

Who knew that the scholar raised his hand to refuse, and said with a wry smile: "The grace of saving life is greater than the sky, Mr. really cured the plague, this small copper coin is a little thanksgiving." If it can't be cured, a copper coin is useless, so it's better to leave it to Mr. ......"

He saw that Xiao Zhi was not a doctor, at least it was different from ordinary doctors, and he couldn't figure out which capable person had a good heart and was hanging a pot on this broken bridge to help the world, so he called him Mr......

Xiao Zhi didn't insist on returning the copper coin, took out a square bamboo basket and put it on the table, pointed at the scholar, and then removed the bottom to make the two sides interconnected, and then covered the frame with a large black cloth, and said, "Please get close to the bamboo basket and cover your body with a black cloth." ”

The scholar didn't know why, but he knew that he was preparing for treatment, no matter how miserable it was, how miserable could it be?

He carefully draped the black cloth over his body and leaned against the bamboo basket: "Is that so?" Before the words fell, the pupils contracted violently, not painful, but very uncomfortable, as if a hand was slammed into the abdomen and kept digging inside, and all the internal organs were turned upside down.

It was this gentleman's hand, no wonder it had to be covered with a bamboo basket and a black cloth......

The scholar is extremely painful, such a means, shouldn't it be a monster who took advantage of the plague to dig out people's hearts and lungs, it's just that, life should be like this, it's just that the old and young in the family are suffering, how to see the ancestors after they die.

didn't wait for him to finish his last words in his heart, only to feel that the hand was pulled out of his abdomen, and his whole body was light, so startled that he hurriedly retreated, touched his abdomen, and was shocked to find that there was no disembowelment at all, and even his clothes were not damaged in the slightest......

Looking up, Xiao Zhi smiled and said, "The symptoms in the body have been removed, and there will be no risk of contracting the plague again in the next seven days......

This, is that good?

The scholar was shocked, this effect, even the medicinal soup of Cambridge Shuanghuafang Baifu is inferior to seven points, and it will take a few days for the medicinal soup to take effect, this Mr. Broken Bridge's medical skills are really ...... It's unimaginable.

He felt a little weak in his body, there was nothing unusual, you must know that when he just came over, the whole person was lightheaded, weak and weak, his body was cold, his forehead was hot, and he just wanted to crash into the West Lake and drown......

The originally sallow face suddenly held back a trace of redness, he clenched his fists and bowed a few times, ashamed: "Mr. is really a god, with superb medical skills, and he has only seen it in his life." Just after being cured, Xiaosheng couldn't stand the pain, his mind was confused, and he even suspected that Mr. was a demon pretending to be a master to eat people's hearts. ”

This...... Is it so sincere, Xiao Zhi was surprised again, although it was a little funny, but this scholar gave him a good impression.