And this memory of the research drug is relatively uninteresting. The doctors in the city were already as anxious as ants on a hot pot, working day and night to care for the sick who were not particularly sick.

However, the epidemic waited for no one, and with such close contact with the patients, many doctors themselves were sick, which added a bit of gray despair to the sky of this small town.

Although the arrival of the monk has eased this urgent need a little, it has not helped much.

There are still some twists and turns. At first, everyone was a little disappointed when they saw that this monk was very young, and they didn't plan to let him consult those patients as a doctor, after all, generally speaking, most guys of this age are still junior apprentices who run the hall, where do they know too much medical skills.

In the conventional impression, the older the doctor, the better the medical skills.

It was thanks to the old doctor who had written to his master that he came forward to guarantee his medical skills and offered to let the monk come to the hospital to see the patients.

Fortunately, in the next two days, it seems that this monk is indeed quite skilled in medicine, and he did not live up to his expectations. Although there is no good solution to this strange epidemic in a short period of time, several prescriptions written have alleviated the pain of patients to a certain extent, and let those poor people see the hope of life!

In this way, the other people can't help but change their opinion of it, after all, the master is the teacher, maybe this young monk is more powerful than them in medical skills, and he has to ask for advice on many incurable diseases.

Those patients also gradually became respectful from their distrust of this monk at the beginning, and they would greet him warmly when they entered and exited, "Little Master", and even the officers and soldiers sent by the government to check the situation of the epidemic also looked at him differently.

But in fact, these are not very important to the monk himself. Because he is more concerned about how to cure those patients and relieve their pain.

In addition, he also studied the sudden epidemic more carefully, and tried many different solutions, but unfortunately, the experiments for several days ended in failure.

But he didn't give up, because every time he failed, he had a new understanding, and he was one step closer to concocting a real antidote.

He didn't dare to slack off, thinking about these things even when he went to bed at night, because every few minutes of delay meant that several more people would die.

As the epidemic continues to spread, according to the news obtained by chance, infected people have gradually appeared in several nearby towns, including the town where he was before!

Time is running out, he has to hurry!

Du Bai was not idle or closed his eyes during this time, the first thing was to walk around and observe whether there would be any clues within the limited range of this memory.

Yes, these memories are not the whole world, but rather a scene that is quite similar to the previous dreams but more realistic, bounded by the area covered by the person's own vision and consciousness, and further away there is only a white fog, and there is nothing real.

After all, all a mortal can understand is what he experiences every day, how can he have the daily routine of the emperor in the Jinluan Palace in his memory? Not to mention things about the immortals.

However, although there is nothing special about it, it is interesting to take these opportunities to observe the changes in folklore from a thousand years ago.

A thousand years is enough time for a dynasty to change, both in words and in language.

However, these are not the main things, more time Du Bai did not go too far, but took the initiative to follow the main perspective of this Wuhong monk and carried out research on drugs.

The other party's medical skills are indeed very clever, and Du Bai can also take this opportunity to learn some knowledge about pharmacology by possessing him, and some medical skills that have been lost in later generations with the passage of time or some reasons for turmoil, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy.

As the time in this memory world slowly passed, Monk Wuhong carefully studied those herbs and recipes, and Du Bai was seriously stealing the teacher, and in the blink of an eye, another three or four days had passed.

During this period, neither fairies nor demons appeared, and only the number of people who died gradually increased as the disease spread.

However, Du Bai was not impatient, he trusted his judgment and continued to wait patiently.

Until the afternoon of this day, when he was preparing a prescription for pain relief for a patient, Wuhiro carefully pondered the knowledge of pharmacology in his head, and at the same time picked up a pen and wrote the prescription on a piece of paper.

"Angelica for a penny...... Licorice half and two ......"

However, at this moment, the tip of his pen suddenly paused, and he seemed to remember something in his mind, and in an instant, it was like a flash of thunder, which made his face change slightly, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he shouted ecstatically: "I understand!" I understand! ”

He put down his pen and stood up in a state of excitement, the stool behind him accidentally tipping over to the ground because of his excessive movements, and the loud sound immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the medical hall.

"Gohiro, what do you understand?"

An old doctor saw that his expression was a little strange, and he couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"I've come up with a solution to this condition!" Wuhong said excitedly, "As long as you can make Chinese medicine according to this recipe, you will definitely be able to save these patients!" ”

"Really?!"

Hearing this, everyone in the hospital, whether it was a doctor or a patient, who had been suffering from illness and hardship, was like an earth-shattering shock, and they all looked at him in disbelief.

Even Du Bai was a little surprised, after all, this was an epidemic deliberately spread by demons, could this mortal without any extraordinary strength really be able to defeat it with his own strength?

"Yes! That's right! Wu Hong's mind kept arranging the order and weight of those herbs, and he felt more and more that this recipe was very reliable, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and transferred the patient in his hand to the other patients, and turned around and went to the medicine cabinet, wanting to try it as soon as possible.

The first few herbs were found very smoothly, because they were quite common, so the amount was enough, but when he looked for the last herb, he couldn't find anything, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and hurriedly asked the guy next to him.

The guy glanced at the prescription, and suddenly felt a little annoyed: "Little master is really sorry, this medicine is rarely used on weekdays, and it is quite inconvenient to pick, after the previous stock was used up, it encountered the current epidemic, and the lack of manpower did not replenish it in time......

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