Qi Dali hurriedly sat down beside Miao's side, hugged Miao's shoulder, and whispered: "Look at you, you see that the stinky boy is not sitting in front of you now, okay, okay!" Don't cry, don't cry! ”

Qi Shuhua and Qi Shuning were also startled, and Qi Shuhua also stopped what she was doing, looking up at this little uncle who was not much older than herself.

"What happened to such a serious thing?" Qi Shuhua couldn't help asking.

Qi Shuning was thinking in her heart, the plague she was talking about at this time was likely to be tuberculosis, or a more contagious disease such as influenza A, or cholera or the Black Death, if it was these, it might be more troublesome.

"Uncle, what about later?"

Miao Zhexiu recalled: "Later, I found out that I was also infected, so I tried the medicine, while talking about my own experience and recorded it, it happened that I met an old man at that time, I thought it was the same as us, we were infected with the plague, but later I found out that he was ischemic, it happened that I still had a few blood pills in my hand at that time, I felt that I had little time left, although the pill was precious, but it was not brought to life and death." ”

"So my uncle gave it to him?" Qi Shuhua couldn't help asking.

Miao Zhexiu nodded.

"And then?"

"Later, the old man recovered, and he never thought that he was also a miracle doctor, and he cured me and the people in the village."

Miao Zhexiu's understatement, but in fact, it was a thousand times at that time.

The blood pill in Miao Zhexiu's hand and Qi Dali's sale on the market are not the same thing.

What he had in his hand was the kind that Qi Shuning had made for Tang Jinnian at the beginning, just the medicine guide, Tang Jinnian had wasted a lot of effort to get it.

The difference between the efficacy of the blood pills circulating on the market is not half a star.

The person who Miao Zhexiu gave the medicine was a generation of ghost doctors, named Huo Qingliu.

Some say he is seventy or eighty years old, while others say he is more than 100 years younger than 200.

Huo Qingliu lives on the top of Xiangshan Mountain all the year round, others don't let him go up the mountain, and he doesn't go down the mountain himself, so he lives in seclusion and alone.

If there were people who sought medical advice, and some did not wait to climb the mountain, they would have been unable to do so for a long time.

It was even more difficult to ask him to come down the mountain.

At the beginning, when Miao Zhexiu met Huo Qingliu, it was Huo Qingliu who went down the mountain to look for someone, and one of his disciples suddenly disappeared.

Who would have thought that artificially found, but his old problem of sepsis was committed.

The reason why he didn't go down the mountain easily was because he left his medicine house, and this sepsis was fatal.

Originally, Huo Qingliu thought that his life was short, but he never thought that this kid who came out of nowhere would have a miracle medicine, he lived for many years, just to cure himself, he never thought that he would still have such a situation.

"And then uncle?" The more Qi Shuhua listened, the more curious she became, and asked tightly.

"Later, he forced me to ask me about the origin of this blood pill, and even drugged me, but I didn't say anything, and finally he took me to Xiangshan and recognized me as an apprentice."

The family's eyes widened and they asked in surprise, "Apprentice?!" ”

Miao Zhexiu nodded, "In addition to his bad temper, the master is indeed a god, the five elements gossip, astronomy and geography, including medical skills are very powerful, but this blood pill, he has studied it for several years, but he has not studied it, but it makes the master quite depressed." ”

After speaking, Miao Zhexiu looked at Qi Shuning and said, "So, the person he has always given me the blood pill is a god, and he really wants to meet him." ”