Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Xiangquan walked alone for a while, and arrived at the medical hall.

He knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered, so he pushed the door open and entered.The hall is simple and clean, with a table and two chairs, red candles burning on the table, and the air is filled with the fragrance of herbs.

The clinic was open all night waiting for patients to receive emergency services.I saw a mottled copper bell hanging beside the door.Xiangquan rang the bell, then sat down.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is not too cold, the willows are still green, and the autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom.Although the wind is loud today, the rain is not a torrential rain, but a drizzle unique to the south of the Yangtze River.There is yellow plum rain in April and May. Now that the season is over, it is no longer the yellow plum rain, but the autumn rain still has the meaning of continuous, pattering.

However, after one autumn rain and one cold, Yongcheng was quietly shrouded in the rain, just like shrouded in a cold fog that was hard to recede.

There were no patients in the hospital at this time, and the warm flames of red candles on the table reflected the drizzle outside the window.And Xiangquan listened to the ticking sound of the rain hitting the roof tiles, calmed down, and the time seemed to be infinitely extended at this time.His hand was still holding the green veil, and he no longer felt the pain.

Light a small candle in the house, the candle is more expensive than the lamp.In order to make the room brighter, the owner of this room must have put his heart into it.

Xiang Quan felt that waiting was boring, so he stared at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.The color is emerald green, embroidered with emerald bamboo, and smells like powder, it is obviously a woman's thing.Xiangquan was curious and wanted to take a closer look.

At this moment, the door opened with a creak, and there was a young doctor standing outside the wooden door.

Doctors have the heart of their parents, and when Xiangquan first saw this doctor, he felt that he had the heart of a doctor.He was neatly dressed and held a small medicine box in his hand. He seemed to be just 30 years old. He had a slight beard. He was as gentle as jade but not lacking in wisdom.He glanced at Xiangquan's wound, frowned slightly, and sat down quickly.

Xiang Quan didn't let him take his pulse, but just cleaned the wound.

"Old injury and new injury, if you don't heal this injury in time, it may affect your hand in the future." The doctor kept his eyes on, and he handled the wound gently but delicately.He said softly: "Don't be raw, cold and spicy. Apply this medicine every two hours. If you apply a larger amount, you will be cured soon. I heard that Mr. Yi has a little understanding of medical principles, but how can he be so careless about his body?"

This doctor obviously knew Yi Xiangquan, which was not surprising.Yongcheng is not big, and although Xiangquan has only been here for a few days, he is quite famous. In addition, although he has a bit of "immortal spirit" in his eyes, he behaves strangely on weekdays and walks around the city all day long. He is now a well-known figure .

"Sir, you don't have to be so polite. It's absurd to say that you are proficient in medical science. I have been in the world for many years, but I only have a rough grasp of pulse and meridians. Most of them were passed on by my teacher's mother when I was a child. I have not been in the Central Plains all the year round. I have been to Dali in recent years, but I am not familiar with herbs and spices. I don’t know anything about it,” Xiangquan smiled relaxedly, with a bit of respect, “I haven’t asked the teacher’s name yet.”

"Don't dare, I'm next to Fu Shangxing." Langzhong raised his head and smiled gently.

"Fu Shangxing...Mr. Shangxing is from a medical family?" Xiang Quan was stunned for a moment.

Fu Shangxing smiled and shook his head.

"Then...it's really interesting."

Xiang Quan suddenly smiled inexplicably, glanced at the red candle on the table, and then turned serious.He took out the leaf package from his arms, spread it out and said, "This thing is recognized by Mr.? It stunned the cat below."

Mr. Shangxing took a little bit close to his mouth and nose, put it down quickly, and said with a frown, "It's a kind of drug that can create hallucinations and make people drowsy. The fragrance is too strong and can be smelled from a long distance, so the dosage should be Be cautious. Where did Mr. Yi get this thing?"

Xiangquan didn't answer, but asked, "Why do you respect me as Mr.?"

"Mr. Yi's name is known to everyone in Yongcheng. Besides, doctors and warlocks are both Mr., and you are both. Even if you are younger than yourself, you should be called so."

"I'm really ashamed, I'm good as a young master," Xiangquan smiled humbly, and suddenly had an inexplicable affection for the person in front of him, "I just want to ask, where is this incense produced? What is it for? ?”

Mr. Shangxing frowned: "This thing is a mixture of multiple plant powders. The grinding process is excellent, and the dispensing technology is good. It is made by a master pharmacy. It uses a large dose of datura, also known as datura. There are many in Tianzhu, and there are many in the Central Plains. Only when the mouth and nose are close can people be stunned. In this way, someone used it to deliberately stun Mr. Yi's cat."

Xiangquan pondered for a while, and said, "Smell at close range will make people unconscious? What about long distance?"

Fu Shangxing gently bandaged Xiangquan's wound: "Different doses have different effects. The doses in front of me are small, and at best they are just cats. If the cat didn't take the initiative to smell it or was forced to cover its mouth and nose, I am afraid that it would not pass out outside. Mr. Yi has been in Dali all the year round, so we know that the area is rich in opium poppies. Similarly, this mandala also has the effect of illusion. If taken, it is quite a powerful poison. It can also produce illusion and cause coma when used externally, but the effect is not significant. "

Xiangquan closed his eyes as if he was in deep thought: "I still have something to ask, I wonder if you have spices here?"

Fu Shangxing said: "Spices and medicinal materials are inseparable. I have some common ones."

"Can I smell them and identify them one by one?"

Fu Shangxing was surprised: "Master Yi must smell all the hundreds of spices? I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Xiangquan smiled: "This matter is very important. I am sorry to trouble you, Mr. Qianqing has not come back yet. Wait a little longer. You might as well do something practical during this period."

Worryingly, Shangxing took Xiangquan to identify the spices and smelled hundreds of them one by one. This is a huge project.Some spices have been heard for a long time and are harmful to the human body. Xiangquan has injuries on his body and looks tired, which is naturally not good.

Xiang Quan was obviously looking for something by smell.

Humans have a good olfactory memory, but if they smell too much, it is easy to cause a dull sense of smell. Even the best olfactory memory is useless and harmful.

Xiangquan just sniffed lightly, without saying a word.The rain outside the window was still falling, but it seemed to have lessened.Tears dripped from the candle, and it was about to burn out, and half an hour passed before I knew it.

"This is... it says, be a door?" Xiang Quan suddenly stopped, pointing to some small amount of brown powder.

"When the door has the effect of inducing labor, this thing is very expensive," Mr. Shang Xing patiently explained, "rich people also use it to make incense, and when the door is used, it is the medicinal use of musk."

Xiang Quan frowned: "This taste...is a bit similar, but it doesn't seem to be."

"Master Yi, what does it smell like? But mandala? The leaves of mandala have a musky smell, but—"

Xiang Quan shook his head and made a gesture, Shang Xing knew it and stopped answering.After pondering for a moment, Xiangquan said: "Mr. Shangxing, do you have a book about spices? Can you lend me a few days?"

"of course can."

．At this time, he heard the door open, Xiangquan turned his head, and a young girl walked in.She greeted Xiangquan softly when she saw Xiangquan.The appearance is delicate and lovely, about sixteen or seventeen, with curved eyebrows, red lips and white teeth.She is wearing a skirt and pink trousers that are fashionable among women nowadays, and she wears thin and small silk flowers on her head.The light in the room was dim, she walked slowly, as if groping forward, served tea, and wanted to pack the medicine box on the table.

"Ozawa, it's getting late, you should rest too, I'll just go and clean up."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it." The girl named Ozawa smiled. She put the medicine bottle away, and suddenly saw the green bamboo embroidered handkerchief Xiangquan used to wrap her hands, which was stained with blood.She seemed to be unable to see clearly, squinted her eyes, and waited to see clearly but suddenly trembled, and then she felt lost and remained silent.

Xiangquan had a panoramic view, and he knew what was going on at a glance.

This handkerchief was given to Qian Qing by this girl.

Xiang Quan suddenly felt a little guilty, and secretly scolded Qian Qing for ruining things, so he wanted to divert the woman's attention and said with a smile: "May I ask if the girl's surname is Qu?"

Ozawa looked up for a moment: "How do you know? I, my name is Qu Ze."

Xiangquan just smiled.

"Have you heard of me?"

"Never heard of it. I guess."

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