Seeing Zhenniang's attitude, Hu Bo couldn't help but sigh, and also lifted the heavy straw curtain and walked into the dim and cold shack.

Luo Qianhuai took out a bezoar Angong pill from the medicine box, dissolved it in warm water, and asked Zhen Niang to help pick up the completely unconscious woman and try to send medicine to her mouth.

Hu Bo neither stopped nor helped, and looked at him coldly, only feeling irritated in his heart, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Knowing that people are irretrievable, why is there still a little bit of expectation that is difficult to declare.

Giving medicine to unconscious patients is more difficult than expected. Luo Qianhuai also encountered a similar situation in his previous life, when the nurse could use nasogastric feeding to solve the problem, but where to find something to act as a nasogastric tube?

In the end, only half of the potion was fed, and the rest was sprinkled on the woman. The smell of medicine gradually overshadowed the smell in the room and penetrated into Hu Bo's nose.

"Musk, bezoar, buffalo horn," he muttered, his eyes widened suddenly: "Musk is just that, you can open and close, wake up and return to Su. But the others are the big cold things. The patient is already cold, and with such cold medicine, it is a poison that urges life, and there is still a glimmer of life, and there is no salvation now! ”

"Smack!" Zhenniang accidentally broke the empty bowl.

"Impossible, my sister will save my mother!" Her eyes were red, and she was about to cry again.

"What is there to cry about." A voice interjected abruptly: "Your aunt has met someone who understands, and this fate has been picked up." ”

The voice was hoarse and dry, sounding a little harsh, and when the three of them looked back, they found that a little old man with a ruddy face and gray hair had come into the room at some point.

Luo Qianhuai let the woman lean against her, holding her pulse with one hand, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt that her arm had become soft and had a very subtle pulse.

"Aber, are you telling the truth?" Zhenniang turned her head to look at the little old man, instinctively wanting to believe him.

The little old man glanced at the woman a few times, and a smile appeared on his face: "This person's body is soft, and you can see it when you touch it, what did I do to lie to you a little lady?" ”

Zhenniang was overjoyed, and grabbed her mother's hand, which was really not as stiff and cold as Fang Cai, soft, and warm, but still unable to hang down.

"Thank you, sister!" Zhen Niang laughed and cried: "My mother, is she okay?" When will she wake up? ”

"People are saved temporarily, but it is not so easy to be cured." Luo Qianhuai put the woman's body down and stood up: "I opened a prescription and immediately grabbed the medicine and decocted it." ”

The human body has changed from stiff to soft, and Hu Bo, as a famous doctor for many years, can naturally distinguish it.

It is precisely because of this that he is doubting life.

This young and beautiful little lady really woke up the dying woman? And he used the medicine of the great cold to treat typhoid fever, which was diametrically opposed to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine that he had been studying, but this person was really saved!

What made him even more depressed was that there was a strange person who appeared out of nowhere, who seemed to understand and appreciated the little lady's medication, and he was the only one who was still stuffed in the gourd, and the cloud and mountain fog cover did not know the source!

Seeing that the little lady frowned because there were no tools in the house that could write, Hu Bo didn't know what he thought, so he said directly: "The lady will tell the recipe to you, and I will go back and let someone fry it and send it over." ”

Luo Qianhuai really thinks this is a good way. Although this Hu Langzhong has the wrong diagnosis, he can't be blamed entirely, because this kind of case of real heat and fake cold is extremely rare. What's even more rare is that this is obviously a real doctor, willing to come over to see his misdiagnosed patient, and also wants to take the initiative to help, and the Gao Langzhong of the Rejuvenation Hall is not the same day at all.

Immediately, she opened the product and said: "The name of the party, antelope rhino lotus soup." Antelope horn one and a half coins, grinding rhino tip three coins, lotus seed heart one coin, bamboo lee three coins, raw rhubarb four coins, Huai Mu Tong two coins, Yuan Ming powder four coins, raw white peony two coins, skullcap meat three coins, hairpin dendrobium three coins, cloud cocoon god four coins, blood amber two coins, one serving can be, urgent decoction poured down. ”

When she finished speaking, Hu Bo muttered and repeated, still unsure.

He had never seen such a prescription before, but he only roughly understood the intention of a few of the medicines, and most of the other medicines did not seem to be suitable for typhoid fever.

Luo Qianhuai saw the puzzled look in his eyes, and because he had a good impression of him, he was ready to help him interpret it in detail. Unexpectedly, before she could speak, the little old man next to her slapped his thigh, his face full of surprise:

"Antelope, rhino, lotus seed heart, bamboo bitumen clear the heart to attack heat, pass through the phlegm, for the king; Raw rhubarb, Huaimutong, and Yuanming powder push the large intestine and pass through small water, which is a minister; White peony, scutellaria, and dendrobium hairpin are the liver and calm the fire, moisten the stomach and rejuvenate the body, and are the support; The god of cocoon, amber calms the mind and saves the heroic spirit, in order to make - a good recipe, it is really a rare good recipe! ”

Luo Qianhuai didn't expect that in this era, someone could completely interpret the prescription of the previous life. So this little old man who doesn't look amazing must be a famous doctor in the world, or the kind with real talent and learning.

She herself is blessed with the experience of countless predecessors in her previous life, but the doctors of this era do not have her superior conditions.

Those who can forge a way forward among thorns are certainly worthy of respect.

"You are also a senior of Xinglin? How do you call it? She asked solemnly.

The old man shook his hand: "The name is just a symbol, don't care." Tell me how you made that pill before? ”

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground, smeared a finger of medicinal juice on the broken porcelain piece without mind, reached the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then stretched out his tongue and licked it, and said in his mouth: "Bezoar, buffalo horn musk, realgar, coptis, skullcap. And ice flakes are wonderful, wonderful!"

Luo Qianhuai calmly accepted this compliment. That is Angong Niuhuang Pill, which is regarded as the first of the "Three Treasures of Warm Disease", the most prestigious Chinese medicine first-aid medicine in the history of the previous life, and the Wu match is of course perfect.

She happened to prepare ten Angong Niuhuang Pills a few days ago, which happened to be packed up by Xing Jiu and put into the medicine box, and she happened to meet this woman's hot evil attack on her heart, and her knots were closed—it happened to be suitable for the symptoms.

If there is no such thing, even if the antelope rhino lotus soup is fried and sent over, it may not be able to save the living.

"This medicine is called Angong Niuhuang Pill, and its effect is to clear heat and detoxify, and to calm and open the mind. There are eleven kinds of medicines in the formula, but as for the formula, it is inconvenient to tell strangers. She replied.

As they spoke, Hu Bo still stood in place, looking ignorant. It was the little old man who refused to reveal his name and surname to analyze the formula, he still didn't understand why he used the drug so much, and wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

(End of chapter)