Although this pulse is chaotic, Chinese medicine has been paying attention to looking, hearing, and inquiring since ancient times, not to mention that there are so many symptoms to be dialectical, how can it be helpless?

Yu Yaozhi sighed silently in his heart, sure enough, it was right to take the course of Chinese medicine in college, plus a few years of fighting pneumonia, he is very experienced now.

"Just as she said, go down."

Seeing Huo Zhao speak, he was silent for a few days, and obediently complied, Huo Zhao felt that Yu Jiaozhi really knew a lot, and sometimes he wondered if she was a person from the same world as herself.

Thinking that Xie Lanzhou was so irrational in order to relieve her pressure at that time, Huo Zhao felt that it was forgivable, this girl did have that charm, and she was so relieved to have her by Xie Lanzhou's side.

"By the way, General Huo, in order to avoid the spread of infection, you also need something to cover your mouth and nose."

She wanted to talk about masks, but there is no such thing as masks in this era.

"You mean face masks?"

Huo Zhao asked with some confusion, after all, that mask is usually worn by soldiers on the battlefield to prevent poisonous smoke from entering their mouths and noses, not to mention that this thing is not easy to build.

Yu Yaozhi nodded, Xu guessed that this mask was not easy to make, so he continued to speak:

"This plague is nothing more than the spread of droplets from the mouth and nose, as long as the droplets are cut off, and the people are allowed to cover their mouths and noses with the textiles of their homes."

Yu Miaozhi was eager to move the mask to this era, and it was at this time that the wisdom of the ancient working people was highlighted.

As she spoke, she made a few simple versions of the mask, only to wear it on her face after wearing it twice with a rope on the fabric.

The people around him also followed suit in this way, and Huo Zhao also ordered people to teach the people this method of making, and for a while, this simple version of the mask has been circulated in the northwest.

According to the treatment methods about the new crown that he saw in the book before, Yu Yaozhi tried to make traditional Chinese medicine, and also helped the doctors to acupuncture for the people.

Capital.

After the third prince learned about this, he languished day and night, his favorite brother disappeared, his father died, and the queen mother, who was the best to him, also became crazy.

The blow to him was really fatal, so he trapped himself in Fireworks Willow Lane day and night, numbing himself with alcohol, so that he could no longer think of this pile of sad things.

On this day, he came to the restaurant he often came to on weekdays as usual, and he was drunk again.

"Xie Qingfeng! Come back with me! ”

Jiang Xueyan followed her to this restaurant, wearing a black blouse, and her bumpy figure looked incisive, even if she was drunk, Xie Qingfeng was hooked.

It turned out that Jiang Mingshan heard the current situation of the third prince from the ears of other ministers, so he asked Jiang Xueyan to persuade him, so that he would no longer be so decadent.

Originally, Jiang Xueyan didn't want to meddle in this matter, but she really felt that the third prince was a good person, and although he was powerless, he stood in front of him at the birthday banquet that day.

This made Jiang Xueyan a little moved.

"This... Isn't this the daughter of the Jiang family? How did you end up here? ”

Xie Qingfeng's cheeks were crimson, and the wine jug in his hand was shaky, which showed how much he had drunk.

"Stop talking nonsense, come back with me!"

Jiang Xueyan pulled his sleeve and walked out without saying a word, she didn't dare to imagine that the third prince, who was usually suave and suave and chanted poetry every day, was now like this.

There is a bit of sadness in the anger.

"What's the point of me living, what's the point of returning to that cold palace!"

Xie Qingfeng spread her hand and roared almost hoarsely.

is different from Xie Lanzhou's forbearance, he has always been on his face for everything.

"The way you are now, will your brother and father rest in peace under the Nine Springs?"

Xie Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this, he didn't know, and he couldn't even be sure if his brother was still alive, he was the most ordinary one among the princes since he was a child, and now he couldn't do anything.

Thinking of this, he felt sleepy, and fainted in the next second.

Jiang Xueyan sighed, the good man did it to the end, and still carried him back to the palace, now the court is already a mess, and no one cares about this third prince who is not very conspicuous.

Even there were no guards at the gate of his mansion, Jiang Xueyan looked at Xie Qingfeng who fell on his shoulder, and couldn't help sighing, although it was not polite, but he still carried him in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a portrait of a woman in white hanging in the center of the third prince's bedroom, Jiang Xueyan was stunned, isn't the person on this painting herself?

The sluggish person has already guessed his intentions, but Jiang Xueyan already has a place in his heart, not to mention the huge disparity between the identities of the two, it is better to pretend not to know.

Put him on the bed, and Jiang Xueyan went home.

Xu Song had also rushed back to the capital and reported the matter to the imperial court, but now who can make a decision? Only Xie Wushuang, who is temporarily acting in power.

"Northwest plague? How is it the Northwest again? ”

Xie Wushuang's face was impatient, this northwest has fewer taxes than other regions due to geographical factors, and there are wars and plagues every day, which is really a headache.

"Lord Wang, now that the situation is critical, General Huo hopes that the imperial court can provide a large amount of grain, grass and medicine to solve the urgent needs in the northwest."

Xu Song said breathlessly, he didn't dare to delay at all along the way, and hurried to report as soon as he got off the horse, after all, if there is a delay now, the people in the northwest will suffer more.

"Now that this famine has just passed, where will this king find you so much? As for the herbs, you can go to the pharmacy. ”

Xie Wushuang felt that the plague alone could not become a big climate, and it was understandable to be perfunctory.

At this time, Zhao Shuaibing couldn't see it, so he stood up and asked for a play.

"Lord Wang, Weichen has the courage to implore me to transfer all the remaining grain from the granary to the northwest, this northwest geographical location is extremely important to our dynasty..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Xie Wushuang.

"Zhao Shangshu, as a household secretary, you should have a sense of the overall situation, you can't just think about the small northwest, I don't think there is any need to discuss this matter, just retreat."

After saying that, he retreated, and Zhao Shuaibing saw that it was useless to say more, so he had no choice but to give up, thinking that he would find Jiang Mingshan to go to Shaoyang later to see what His Majesty would do next.

Xu Song saw this situation, he was just a deputy general, so he didn't want to say more.

I had to go to the Shang Pharmacy first to ask for a large number of medicinal materials, and I was ready to rush to the northwest first.

But after thinking about it, the situation in the northwest is really not ideal, and the hungry people still relented, so they found Zhao Shuaibing in private.

"Zhao Shangshu, my subordinates know that it is inappropriate to say this, but the plague in the northwest is now extremely rampant, and most of the people have been infected, and General Huo is really anxious to surround the northwest!"