Although there is only one relatively reliable medical hall in the town, there are two or three places to catch medicine.

Su Qingluan grabbed the medicine nearby and rushed back non-stop-although the medicine was caught, it still had to be decocted, but it took a lot of effort.

The decoction takes a long time, and each family in the alley of the head of the Liu family does not have its own stove, so they can only use the public space, and the decoction must always squat in front of the small stove, and the eyes must not be too fierce when staring at the fire with a wrong eye, otherwise the medicine will be decocted or boiled too little, and this medicine will be in vain.

Xi Niangzi went to town, although Liu Sheng said that he didn't need Su Qingluan to help decoct the medicine, but Liu Sheng's limping legs really didn't look like a small pot that could squat next to him and watch the decoction of the medicine.

Sure enough, after about two quarters of an hour, Yanagi began to look pale and sweat.

However, after all, this uncle walked the rivers and lakes in his early years, and he was quite hard-boned, and he didn't let go of his mouth to let others help him with his crumbling body.

Su Qingluan: ...... Therefore, if this situation persists, I am afraid that the previous treatment will be in vain.

In the end, she persuaded Yanagi with the reason that "if the condition worsens, it will cost a lot of money for treatment again".

Liu Sheng went to the house to rest and take care of Liu Yunniang by the way, while Su Qingluan stayed outside by the stove, carefully fanning the stove with a broken pu fan, while paying attention to the situation of the medicinal juice.

Although time passed, the originally clear water was gradually dyed brown by the medicinal juice, and the bitter fragrance of the herbs gradually came out.

Su Qingluan raised his nose and sniffed: Well, it is really different from the decoction in my impression that just smells it and makes you want to lose your sense of taste and smell, so is it really different from Yun Niang's physique?

At this time, Su Qingluan didn't realize that the difference between the decoction he drank and Liu Yunniang's just smell was so huge, what was the problem, but he simply felt that it might be because the two had different physiques, so the prescriptions for taking the medicine were different.

In the next two days, Su Qingluan came to the town as usual to help Liu Yunniang catch the medicine and decoct the medicine, and then returned to his stall to help.

After two days like this, Yang suddenly handed Su Qingluan a piece of paper: "Oh, big girl, didn't you want to find the prescription prescribed by Mr. Mu when you were sick before?" ”

"Eh, did A-Niang find it?" When she asked before, Yang forgot where to put it, so she went directly to ask Mu Xingzhi.

"Well, I was going to throw it away when I put it together with the medicine residue before, but I remembered that you wanted it, and I found it again. But don't move the scum, I'm spilling it on the road outside. ”

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm not a child, so I'm not curious to fiddle with the dregs." But why do you boil it out on the road instead of sweeping it in one place and bury it in our back garden? ”

As far as she knew, the dregs of medicine were also a good choice as fertilizer, of course, this thing could be degraded wherever it was placed, but Su Qingluan still didn't understand why it was deliberately splashed on the road.

Yang looked mysteriously left and right, and saw that there were no neighbors passing by at the gate of the courtyard at this time, so he bent down and leaned over to Su Qingluan's ear and whispered: "I have calculated with the master, you have been sick many times in such a short period of time, and you have collided with 'those things'." ”

Su Qingluan was stunned: "Huh? "What rush? What's not clean?

"The master said that by throwing the dregs of the medicine you have taken on the road that is often passed by and letting the passers-by step on it, they will let them help you take away the bad luck, so that you will not get sick like this again!"

As she spoke, Yang folded her hands in the direction of the road where she had splashed the dregs, and bowed with words in her mouth.

Yang's movements looked a little nondescript because of her restraint, but her expression was very reverent. The so-called "incantations" that came out of her mouth were incomprehensible, but she read every word very carefully. It seems that if she completes every link carefully with one board and one eye, Su Qingluan will really be able to eliminate all illnesses from now on, and let passers-by take away all the "sickness".

Su Qingluan watched Ah Niang's every move, I don't know why, I really felt as if there was really some feeling of exhaustion being taken away one by one, and with every movement of the Yang family, I felt more and more relaxed.

Su Qingluan knew that this feeling had nothing to do with the so-called "master" or "charm" or "evil spirit", but because she felt a mother's love for her daughter, it made her heart feel warm, so she was full of strength.

However, after being moved, Su Qingluan couldn't help but sigh secretly: This kind of belief in ghosts and gods like some kind of spiritual sustenance is the vast majority of people in this era, right?

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan was a little curious about how Mu Xingzhi's appearance of obviously not believing in ghosts and gods was cultivated. Could it be that this kind of feudal society, in the era of technological ignorance, can still cultivate atheists?

Su Qingluan was really a little surprised.

After dinner, Su Qingluan rarely had a little free time, looking at the prescription that Mu Xingzhi prescribed for himself in his room.

Prescriptions are like the diagnosis report of the previous life, Su Qingluan waited until a treatment stage came to an end before he had the courage to study what treatments had been taken and what drugs had been used at this stage.

It doesn't matter if she is cowardly, she doesn't dare to face it, in short, at the moment of treatment, she is usually reluctant to face things like "prescriptions" and "diagnosis certificates".

At first, she was still studying the above drugs with relish: "En...... Dried ginger, magnolia, perilla...... Wait, isn't this an ingredient? And honeysuckle...... Forsythia...... Yellow...... Coptis nine coins? ”

It's really not that she wants to pay any special attention to the medicine of Coptis chinensis, but because other medicines usually only have three or four yuan, or even one penny, why do you have so many Coptis chinensis?

With this question, Su Qingluan fell asleep, and when she went to grab medicine for Liu Yunniang the next day, she asked Lang Zhong from the medicine hall by the way.

Although the level of this Lang Zhong diagnosis pulse is average, he is an expert in grasping medicine. This "Baicaotang" is only responsible for grasping the medicine and not diagnosing the pulse, so that this Lang Zhong of Baicaotang is not only more accurate than the scales with both hands, but also for some common prescriptions, he can even directly grasp the medicine according to the pulse.

So when Su Qingluan asked why the amount of Coptis seemed to be particularly large, the old man stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "Little lady, you have to ask me before you grab the medicine, otherwise the amount of this Coptis chinensis will be wrong - according to the amount of the medicine caught before, this Coptis chinensis is enough for four to five yuan at most." ”

Su Qingluan's heart tightened: She has been drinking this medicine for several days!

"Then, will there be any harm in having a few more coins of Coptis chinensis?"

Lang Zhong shook his head: "According to this patient's physique, it won't hurt much, it's just ......"

"That's it?"

"It's just that the medicinal soup will be very bitter and unpleasant, and people can't swallow it."

Su Qingluan: ...... Suddenly I want to curse.