"I'm not sure if this medicine can cure the disease, but I am sure that if you are not sick, you will definitely die if you drink it. Dugu's indifferent voice echoed through the streets.

There was a moment of silence, then a rush of hustle and bustle.

"You want to lie to us, no way!"

"Yes, no way!"

"Then you drink. Dugu Zhishui casually threw the bucket on the ground, "Your life is worthless to me, death is death." ”

Under Dugu Zhishui's sudden abnormal behavior, no one dared to act rashly.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" The shirtless man who started to coax scolded and turned around and squeezed out of the circle.

When the people who followed the coaxing saw that the shirtless men had run away, they immediately scolded and dispersed. Dugu Zhishui shook his head, sighed lightly, picked up the bucket and continued to walk down. In a corner, a little girl with a dirty face secretly looked at Dugu Zhishui's back, and when she saw him walking away, she hurriedly followed with a cower.

The little girl saw Dugu Zhishui turn into an alley, she followed to the entrance of the alley, hid behind the shack, and only showed one eye to look at the alley that Dugu Zhishui turned into. However, she couldn't find Dugu Zhishui's figure. She panicked, thinking that she had gone too far and lost her target. She hurried into the alley, her eyes flustered looking for Dugu Zhishui.

Because her eyes were on the shacks on both sides and the gaps between the shacks, the little girl suddenly bumped into someone while running. She was too small, so she was bounced back and sat on the ground. She was dizzy from the bump and sat on the floor for a few moments before she came to her senses. She looked up and saw that the man standing in front of her was the one she was chasing.

The little girl suddenly moved her ass back in fear. Dugu Zhishui squatted down and looked at the little girl. She was thin and short, looked to be only five or six years old, and wore a dark brown coarse cloth shirt with many sewn trims on the sleeves of her top and the knees of her undershirt.

"What are you doing with me?" Dugu Zhishui smiled slightly.

"I ...... Medicine ......" the little girl's immature voice sounded.

Dugu Zhishui put the medicine bucket in front of her, "Do you want to drink medicine? This is not delicious, it is very bitter." ”

"No, I don't drink. The little girl suddenly knelt up and muttered, "Please, big brother, save my mother's ......."

......

The little girl ran as fast as she could, and Dugu Zhishui followed her to a place that was even more dilapidated than the previous shack area. The shacks here are dilapidated and rotten, and many of them have large holes exposed in the tops, which obviously can't keep much rain out. There were many people lying on the ground, and the indescribable smell of fish was stronger than elsewhere. The people on the ground were either unable to move, or their breath was weak, and some of them even had no breath even though they were still warm.

The plague in the surrounding area was driven to the area. The little girl ran into a shack, and in the corner leaned against it a pale-faced woman, about thirty years of age, with her hair in a disheveled manner like a chicken's coop, and her eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"Mother, I'll bring someone to treat you!"

The little girl's voice sounded in front of the woman, and she did not react for a moment, and raised her head to look at the little girl blankly.

"Ping'er, why did you come back, didn't I let you leave here......" The words seemed to exhaust all the strength of the woman, and she looked at her daughter helplessly with sadness in her eyes.

Ping'er knelt in front of her mother and cried, "No! I don't want to leave my mother! I brought someone to treat my mother!"

"Ping'er, how can we afford to hire a doctor......

"Don't need money, there's a big brother who gives medicine for free!"

Dugu Zhishui entered the shack and saw the little girl and woman in the shack, and on the other side, there was a middle-aged man lying on the ground, and the middle-aged man was no longer breathing.

When the woman saw Dugu Zhishui looking at the man on the ground, her eyes also looked at the man, with a little tenderness in her eyes, and more pain.

Dugu Zhishui squatted beside the woman, scooped out a bowl of medicine and handed it to Ping'er, saying, "You drink a bowl first." ”

Ping'er looked at her mother, and saw that her mother nodded slightly, she drank up a bowl of medicine, the bitter smell of medicine eroded her taste buds, she frowned, pursed her lips and handed the bowl back. Dugu Zhishui glanced at her approvingly, scooped another bowl of medicine and handed it to her.

After drinking the medicine, the woman whispered, "Why did you want to save us......

Dugu Zhishui smiled, "This medicine may not be effective. He carried the bucket for the conscious patients, and stared at him with numb, desperate eyes, the bucket of medicine quickly drained.

Dugu Zhishui began to decoct the medicine on the spot, in addition to the medicinal materials recorded in "Shennong's Materia Medica", he also added some dragon's blood grass as an adjuvant. By the evening, many people who had drunk the drug had reduced their symptoms. Ping'er's mother was already able to stand up and walk around, and she took Ping'er to help Dugu stop water and dispense medicine twice, and there was already more brilliance in those eyes.

On the morning of the second day, the various medical halls in Xicheng exploded.

Overnight, prescriptions appeared out of thin air in conspicuous places in various medical halls, and they actually wrote "This is the cure for the plague". The shopkeepers of the medical halls and pharmacies were all suspicious, and the doctors in the whole city were helpless about the plague, and even the imperial doctors in the palace pointed out that the plague was cholera after searching for ancient books, but they did not find a solution.

If anyone knows how to cure this disease, they will not be able to make a fortune? The medicine prescription is the greatest wealth of the doctor, and who would be so stupid to spread the medicine by himself? Looking at the medicine used in the prescription, most of the medicine used in the prescription is common medicinal materials, and they are not rare. As a result, most clinics dismissed the incident as a prank.

However, the news of this incident still spread throughout the city, and many people who had relatives infected with the plague in their families rushed into the hospital with the mentality of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor, wanting to catch the so-called cure for the plague. For a time, the hospital was overcrowded, and under pressure, they had to take medicine according to that prescription.

Many of the healers themselves had the mindset to give it a try, and the prescription soon spread throughout the city and was put into practice. Half a day later, the condition of the first batch of patients who tried the medicine became stable, and the whole city was in an uproar. At this time, the doctor noticed that at the end of the recipe was written six small characters: "Those who hang the pot should help the world".

At night, He Yu, the chief officer of the Tai Hospital, hurriedly entered the palace and entered the imperial study under the communication of the inner supervisor.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, his facial features were soft, the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and his slightly white temples made him more mature. He had a calm temperament and read a book in his hand. He is the current emperor of Great Xia, Yuwen Yong.

He Yu bowed at the table and saluted, "See Your Majesty!"

"No courtesy", Yu Wenyong didn't raise his eyelids, and said flatly, "Aiqing entered the palace late at night, but there is a cure for the plague?"

"Back to Your Majesty, there is indeed a cure for the plague. He Yu replied respectfully.

Yu Wenyong put down the book and nodded, with a faint smile on his face, "Good job." ”

He Yu was suddenly a little embarrassed, "This method of curing the plague is not the work of the old minister, this morning someone spread the prescription to the major medical halls in Xicheng, and now the prescription has been proven to be effective." ”

"Oh?" Yu Wenyong put away his smile, "There is such a thing? Can you find out who did it?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it has not yet been investigated, but the old minister finally found some clues in that place. ”

"What's the clue?"

"At the end of the recipe, it was written, 'The person who hangs the pot should help the world', as far as the old minister knows, there is a hanging pot medical hall on Guangyuan Street, and the old minister was instructed by Mr. Feng when he was young, and he felt that Mr. Feng's medical skills were superb. In today's Anping City, if you talk about medical skills, I am afraid that no one can beat it. ”

"It's him......" Yu Wenyong's eyes narrowed slightly.

......

Within a few days, the plague was effectively contained, but the prescription for treating the plague did not nourish the body. The epidemic can cause great harm to the sick people, and many poor people infected with the plague will eventually die because they cannot afford to buy tonic medicines.

In the past few days when the plague gradually subsided, I don't know who accidentally mentioned that there was a hanging pot medical hall on Guangyuan Street in the casual conversation after tea and dinner, and soon someone associated the hanging pot medical hall with the prescription for curing the plague. After that, many insiders came out to talk eloquently, saying that they had long known that there was a hanging pot medical hall on Guangyuan Street, in which there was a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and a divine doctor was in charge. In this way, combined with the golden sign of Guangyuan Street, this news was quickly accepted by the public and convinced of it. The shabby and dilapidated shop of the Hanging Pot Medical Hall suddenly became synonymous with hidden and superior demeanor.

Many people who heard the news came to Guangyuan Street, and the Hanging Pot Medical Center suddenly became overcrowded from the cold courtyard in the past. The shop of the Hanging Pot Medical Hall was already small, and there were too many people coming, and many people could only wait outside. The visitors wanted to talk to the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper lay on the chaise longue and ignored the external affairs and ignored the visitors' compliments. Many of the visitors were closed, but most of them were not annoyed, but felt that this was the way to be a good person.

As for Dugu Zhishui, visitors will know that he is just a miscellaneous person when they enter the door, most of them will directly ignore him, and a few will talk to him out of politeness and curvy to save the country.

One evening, Mr. Feng got up from the recliner as usual and prepared to spend the night at the opposite door. The hustle and bustle of the day gradually disappeared, no one came to visit anymore, and Dugu Zhishui finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before Mr. Feng went out, he paused at the door, turned his back to Dugu Zhishui, and said lightly: "The events of the past two days are your boy's masterpiece." ”

Dugu Zhishui smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't expect this, I just wanted to leave a little vague clue, those who know about our medical hall will have any incurable diseases in the future, maybe they will come over to try their luck." ”

"It's still too young. Mr. Wind sighed suddenly, "It's not just that you didn't expect it. ”

Dugu Zhishui was shocked, "Is there anything hidden in this?"

Mr. Feng bowed slightly, but did not reply.