In the early morning, the mist of Guanghua Temple is steaming, there are no pilgrims who flock to come, and there are no monks who ring the bell in the morning class, and the look is ethereal like a fairyland.
The person standing in it had a feeling of not knowing where he was for a while, and there was a feeling of fluttering immortals.
The silence was broken by a cry, a cry that was so sharp that it was like being tortured, and it made people feel furious when they heard it.
Chen Qixiu's feeling of immortal cultivation disappeared in an instant.
"It's going to start again."
He said to himself, "Wonderland has become hell." ” After this cry began, one cry after another sounded, the howl of the eldest child, and the scream of the little child instantly enveloped the entire Guanghua Temple, and Chen Qi, who had been listening to it for a few days, still couldn't stand it and hurriedly plugged his ears with a cloth ball.
The sound in the apse was even louder, not only the children were crying, but the adults were also crying.
There were three children of different ages lying on the three beds in the room, although there were only three children, but there were more than a dozen people standing in the room, which seemed crowded and cramped.
There were four or five people standing in front of each bed, three pressing the children, and two doctors busy.
The room smelled of medicine and alcohol.
Miss Jun was among them, covering her mouth and nose, and wiped the wound on the child's body with a cotton cloth with a focused expression, and there was a doctor on the other side who was also doing the same thing, and there was a medicine bowl beside them, which contained a black medicinal juice, and this juice also exuded a strong smell of wine.
Every time the cotton cloth dipped in the medicinal juice fell on the surface of the sore, the cry of the child who was held down was raised, and the body writhed violently, and the three adults could barely hold it, which showed how bad the pain was.
"It's not cured, it's gone."
At last a woman's cries of collapse rang out in the room, and she pushed away the doctor around the bed like a madman, and threw herself over to the child, hugging the child and crying loudly.
"We are not cured, such a sin, it is better to die."
Miss Jun was pushed aside, and another doctor also stood aside, and everyone didn't speak but looked at the woman.
This is not the first time this has happened.
The collapse and crying here did not affect the other two beds, although the family members over there had already burst into tears, they gritted their teeth and pressed their children, and the two doctors still rubbed the cotton wool on the sores of the affected children mercilessly, crying higher than one another.
In this cry, the woman in front of the bed gradually exhausted her strength, she looked at the child in her arms who was breathing rapidly with her mouth open, and looked at the sore surface on his body that was swollen and pus-filled, and the child's face was red and black, and she could no longer see her original face.
The woman put her hand over the child's face.
Although acne swells are mostly in children, adults can also be infected, but they will not be so critical, and the condition of this acne is terrifying, except for their parents, others really dare not approach, let alone such a face-to-face touch.
The child suffered from acne, and even the family was afraid to retreat, and there was no doctor willing to accept it, so he could only be trapped in a room and wait for death.
Now someone has healed him, and someone is willing to give it a try.
The woman raised her hand, wiped her tears, sat up straight, and pressed the child's shoulder.
"Alright, doctor, please."
She said in a hoarse voice.
The two men who stood away also stepped forward and held the child again, and the child, who was already familiar with this action, immediately began to cry.
A child is a child, and he does not know the pain of life and the sorrow of death.
Miss Jun and the doctor did not speak, and continued to repeat the previous actions.
Compared to the ghost crying wolf howl like purgatory here, the other row of rooms is quieter, but it is not easy.
"Sanniu, drink quickly, continue to drink."
A woman held a half-grown child with closed eyes and cried, and handed the medicine bowl to his mouth.
The child didn't move. ", pour it down."
The man next to him said.
The woman lifted the child up a little more, poured the medicine bowl into it, and the child still swallowed consciously, but in the end he was already lacking in strength, and he was choked and convulsed.
The woman wept even more when she saw it.
The doctor walked over and looked at the medicine bowl on the table.
"I'll take the medicine after an hour."
He admonished, taking out a bowl, which, unlike the wailing room, did not smell of strong wine, but had a hint of sweetness.
This medicine bowl contains honey.
The doctor dipped a cotton cloth in honey and wiped the sores on the child's surface, which did not cause the child to cry, because the stimulation of the honey was weak, or because the child here was dying and unconscious.
"Imperial Doctor Jiang, haven't you heard that Guanghua Temple is like a prison in Beizhen Fusi, miserable."
A physician said, his face full of dissatisfaction and sympathy.
"The people down the hill were scared away, and they had nightmares when they heard it."
The other followed.
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"Is it so scary to cure a pox?"
Jiang Youshu frowned and said, "How did she cure it?"
The doctors looked at each other.
"How else can I treat it, honey hemp method, she has to take away so much honey and cimicifuga, so naturally she uses it like this."
A physician said.
"I asked for a lot of wine."
Another imperial doctor added.
"Wine is used to ward off evil spirits."
Another physician said.
Spirits are often used here, burying dead patients to prevent the spread of disease, which is also commonly used by them.
Everyone nodded.
"Are there a lot of people who died?"
Jiang Yushu asked, noticing this.
"It should be quite a lot."
A physician said.
Jiang Youshu frowned.
"What do you mean?"
he asked, thinking of what the imperial physician had said before, "Didn't you go and see it with your own eyes?"
The imperial doctors looked at each other with a somewhat sneering expression.
"You don't know, sir."
They said.
Since that day, after Miss Jun instigated Jinyi Wei to come to the hospital to make a fuss, although Jiang Youshu did not let everyone complain, he took sick leave to go home and rest for two days.
In this way, when it is said in the future, it is also evidence, and it seems to be forbearing.
"Lu Qianhu is also in Guanghua Temple, and it is strictly forbidden for idle people to enter and exit."
One of the imperial doctors said, "Even the car where we delivered the medicinal herbs didn't let people in, and someone inside them came out to pick up the car." ” So what is going on in the temple, they can only guess by listening.
Lu Yunqi actually took someone over there Jiang Youshu frowned, is he so idle Of course he is not so idle, he closes that side and strictly prohibits it, and he doesn't know the specific situation inside, and he can only add it at will when he discusses the crime in the future, which is indeed the consistent style of Jinyiwei.
Jiang Youshu nodded, it must be so.
"Miss, Miss, sit down, the water is about to boil, you eat something first."
Liu Er said anxiously around Miss Jun.
Miss Jun was indeed tired, so she sat casually on the futon under the porch.
Liu Er went to bring another bowl of ginseng soup.
"Is this ours or is it?"
asked Miss Jun.
Liu Er grinned.
"Of course it's too hospital."
She said, "The emperor said that the medicinal herbs can be used casually, so Chen Qi asked for some ginseng and deer antler velvet or something, so that the young lady and the doctors could replenish their bodies, and Chen Qi said that this is also a cure." ” Miss Jun smiled, and suddenly looked in one direction with a smile, and Liu Er also looked over and suddenly pulled her face down.
Under the small hanging flower door, he stood under the cloud flag, and he was looking at Miss Jun with his hands in his hands.
"This person is so annoying, why is it here again," Liu Er said.
"He didn't mean that he was ordered by the emperor to be under martial law in Guanghua Temple."
Miss Jun said and slowly drank the ginseng soup, her brows still furrowed.
This person is really haunted.
One of his actions and sentences that day had such a great effect.
The big one is annoying.
Sometimes she can't control her temper and wants to yell at him, don't look at me like that.
The sight that fell on her body suddenly moved away, and at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps, Miss Jun looked up, and saw that Lu Yunqi seemed to have been knocked away by someone a few steps, standing in the courtyard, and a person stood under the hanging flower door again.
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Zhu Zhan.
How did he come Miss Jun couldn't help but smile slightly when she looked at him.
The ancient method of acne treatment comes from the Jin Dynasty Ge Hong's elbow rescue prescription
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