After possessing medical knowledge beyond the era, Yan Zheng felt that he could do it again, and his confidence was greatly increased, and he stopped the dancing gesture of the leader of the savages.

Then he walked up to the old man very professionally, and after a little examination, he found that the old man should have contracted a cold and bronchitis.

It's just that the old man's hygiene condition made him feel extremely surprised, just by lifting the hide, he smelled a foul smell.

Not to mention that the old man's hair has become clumpy, accompanied by the smell of rancid and smelly, and the parasites on it are happily enjoying this "ecosphere".

This kind of hygiene habit can still live to an old age, and it is really a love of God.

Even with Yan Zheng, he felt as if there were fleas crawling on his body.

Looking at the other savages in this house, even the girls were all dirty.

This made him feel frightened, the civilization level of this tribe seems to be too low, and the probability of dying with them is very high.

But he didn't seem to have a choice, let him live alone in this wild world, and he might die faster.

After he sighed, he made a prescription in his heart, that is, to use dandelion, houttuynia cordata, purslane, banxia, mulberry white bark, bergamot, peppermint and other herbs, these herbs can be mixed and matched, and a few things are not too hindering.

The only problem was that he didn't know that he couldn't find the herbs he was familiar with in this hellish place.

If it doesn't work, then he has to be like Shennong's and taste all kinds of herbs.

And it was impossible to rely on these savages to collect medicine, so he reluctantly signaled to the leader and found a rattan basket from the thatched hut.

Then he gestured to indicate that he was going out.

The chief did not stop him, but took a basket and prepared to go out with him, and the wild men in the house followed.

Yan Zheng walked in front silently, and the group looked at him with puzzled faces, because he was constantly checking all kinds of grass, pulling it out and putting it in the back basket while looking for it.

Fortunately, I was lucky, and soon after I went out, I found purslane and dandelion on the side of the road, and also found a toad vine.

This made Yan Zheng really relieved, in terms of plant species, the vegetation in this place is similar to that of South China and East China.

And the chief followed him, and when he saw that he was pulling out the weeds with purpose, he also plucked out the weeds and put them in the basket.

Seeing this, Yan Zheng carried a dandelion and said to him: "Dandelion! ”

He also read: "Pu ~ Gong ~ Ying! ”

Yan Zheng nodded with satisfaction, it seems that people who can be leaders are generally smart people.

After looking for a few more herbs, Yan Zheng was pleasantly surprised to find that there were a lot of herbs in this place.

It's normal to think about it, in the primitive era, all parts of the country were relatively wild, and the degree of development was low, so naturally no one knew the benefits of herbal medicine.

After searching for a while, he had already collected more than a dozen useful herbs. It's just that I didn't see Buddha ear grass for a long time, so I had to continue to look for it deeply.

Soon he came to the edge of a river, about ten meters wide, not too far from the tribe, and the river formed an elbow bend a few hundred meters upstream.

So a tidal flat was formed downstream, and at a glance, it was full of reeds.

Just as he wanted to enjoy the natural beauty of the barbarian era, his eyes were attracted by a few plants.

That's a slice of wild ginger! This made him happy, it was not just a seasoning, but also an herb that could ward off the cold. And after a while, he found the anchovy and the silver warp again.

His mood at the moment, that's called a good. He never thought that collecting could be so fun, he felt that at this moment, he was like a Shennong who tasted a hundred herbs.

The light of civilization was born from me!

After collecting for a while, Yan Zheng glanced at the back basket and felt that it should be about the same.

He gestured to return home, and the leader and the rest of the savages looked thoughtfully at the basket of grass.

But he continued to take the lead in front of him, not caring at all about walking a bird's clothes.

Back at the thatched hut, at his beckoning, a savage maiden washed the herbs.

He determined the proportion of herbs by means of rough estimates, and bundled the herbs to be used into a handful and put them in a clay pot.

Then it is boiled over medium heat, and when it is boiled well, it is switched to low heat.

In this process, he is extremely serious.

The savages who were watching were also looking at it seriously. There was more confusion on their faces, especially the leader, who frowned, but he didn't stop it.

When the medicine was boiled, the black medicinal soup and the smell of some rushing made the savages present a little nervous.

Yan Zheng didn't care about the black carbon and sweat on his face, and took the medicine and gestured to feed it to the old man.

As soon as he made a gesture, his hand was grabbed by the leader.

Seeing that these people were all looking at him with suspicion, Yan Zheng suddenly understood.

"Medicine! Help me! He pointed to the old man.

The leader took the bowl of medicine, looked at it for a while, and then took a sip of it.

With just one bite, his eyes widened violently and he spit it out.

Yan Zheng had a headache, he knew that primitive humans often relied on their taste buds to identify dangers. In their opinion, what is sweet must be good, and what is bitter and unpalatable must be poisonous.

The leader looked at him with a puzzled expression, and muttered a lot.

Yan Zheng thought about it, picked up another pottery bowl, poured out the remaining medicinal soup in the pot, and drank it himself, and drank it again until he finished drinking the medicine.

The leader was stunned and looked at Yan Zheng with the bowl of medicine.

After a while, he handed the medicine to a savage maiden, who fed it to the old man.

Since the old man was a little resistant to this taste, it took a while to finish feeding.

However, after drinking the medicine, the old man's asthma was not so bad, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that this was a herbal medicine that worked, and it seemed that the medicinal properties of these plants were not too far from those of later generations.

The leader was also relieved, he crossed his hands towards Yan Zheng, put his right arm on his left arm, and performed their etiquette.

Then he took his back basket, as if to ask Yan Zheng to tell him that boiling those herbs together could cure the disease.

Yan Zheng had to put the herbs just now together and display them one by one.

The chief smiled lightly, and after recognizing them one by one, he took a roll of rope from the wall of the thatched hut, and for each of them, he tied a knot in one of them, and this knot had many patterns, and they were all different.

Is this the knotted rope chronicle?

Yan Zheng watched the leader start to try the decoction, and couldn't help but feel that he was really lucky.

I happened to meet a sick person in this tribe, otherwise, I don't know how to gain the trust of the savages.

He knows that for people in backward areas, the medicine to cure diseases can quickly win them over and quickly gain their trust. Therefore, in later generations, Western missionaries went to Southeast Asia to preach, starting with the delivery of medicine. At that time, almost everyone among the missionaries knew how to heal.

He smiled and began to teach the leader how to decoction the potion by hand, and through gestures to make him understand how to control the heat.

In order to make the steps more complicated, he deliberately increased the number of times he controlled the heat.

He found that the leader was so clever that he understood it almost after a single gesture.

The girl on the side is the same, just by looking at it on the side, she almost understands.

This shows that the savages have the ability to learn, although the decoction of medicine is also very simple.

It's just that the leader is a little paranoid, and when he saw that there were other herbs in the back basket that were not used, he asked Yan Zheng to also show how to fry those medicines.

Yan Zheng could only take the trouble to decoction the medicine, over and over again.

Every time, the leader would taste it, not only for him, but also for the man next to him.

Tossed and turned until dark, and when the old man was a little sober, the leader was even more pleased.

At Yan Zheng's suggestion, they gave the old man a second dose of medicine, which was taken when it was warm, and the old man began to sweat as soon as he drank it.

When Yan Zheng saw this symptom, he immediately knew that he had created a seventh-level floating slaughter this time.

It seems that the germs of this era are not too resistant, and a pair of herbs will be effective.

The leader was ecstatic and directly gave Yan Zheng a string of bone chains on his wrist.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also saluted Yan Zheng respectfully.

Yan Zheng wanted to pretend to be a force, but thinking back on his current situation, he immediately chose to pretend to be his grandson.

He can't expect too much from these people at the moment, otherwise if there is a real accident, the language communication is inconvenient and the other party is a savage, so he can't tell how to deal with himself.

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, pointed at the old man, sighed faintly, and made a sad look.

Seeing this, the leader's smile froze for a moment, and he muttered again.

Yan Zheng showed pity on his face, walked over and gave the old man a number again.

He saw that there was a thick layer of old mud on the old man's body, and when he lifted the wrapped animal skin, the sour smell came to his face again.

Holding back the desire to vomit, he got up calmly and took two steps, gesturing to the leader.

"You, you, you. If you don't wash it, you will get sick! Yan Zheng said as he expressed himself with body language.

He felt that he should talk to savages more, so that these savages could directly possess the advanced language expression system of Chinese.

The leader didn't understand at first, but when Yan Zheng lay down and pretended to be sick again, and jumped up and pointed at these savages, he quickly understood the meaning.

He thinks that Yan Zheng is saying that there will be a greater calamity that will fall on this tribe, and everyone will get this disease like a witch.

He immediately bowed deeply to Yan Zheng respectfully, and gestured sincerely and anxiously while talking.

Yan Zheng was secretly happy in his heart, although he felt that the wild man was easy to deceive, but he also made an unshirkable appearance.

He pointed to the young savages in the house and motioned for them to obey.

The leader didn't think about it, so he asked these savages to follow Yan Zheng.

What does Yan Zheng want to do most now? It's not that he immediately starts a lofty career, but that he wants to popularize the concept of hygiene as soon as possible.

At the very least, these savages must first get into the habit of bathing.

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