Reborn Poison

Looking at the shirtless and muscular big men surrounded by a group of imperial doctors who couldn't lift their hands or shoulders, it seemed like hooligans were bullying a group of young girls. This scene was as weird as it could be.

Murong Hao sat on the sidelines with Lu Yi in his arms and watched the show, especially the imperial physicians who took the lead against him yesterday.

"Heroes and heroes." Ji Sikong took the lead, squeezed out from the crowd, stood among the imperial physicians and said, "Since everyone's finishing work has not been completed, I suggest that you all help together, so that the work can be completed early, all imperial physicians, you What do you think?"

Murong Hao sneered, the walls were covered with grass, and the wind blew left and right.How blind was he at the beginning to feel that Ji Sikong was gentle and considerate.

"Lu Yi, let's go back to sleep." Yawning loudly, Murong Hao hugged the white rabbit and walked towards his nest. He didn't close his eyes all night. Only by adjusting his state can he cope with the tough situation below. stick.

Ji Fengling also pretended to yawn, "Clean up your things and get ready for tomorrow." He ordered and ran to his tent.

The protagonist is gone, the imperial physicians who originally planned to mock and tease Murong Hao could only sigh in frustration, everyone, look at me, I look at you, one of them asked: "Should we continue what we didn't finish yesterday?"

Other imperial physicians have different opinions.

Someone said, "He lost everything, so why don't we go and collect it again?"

Many people shook their heads perfunctorily, joking, that thing was simply not done by humans.They are imperial doctors, not officials in the yamen.

The imperial physicians in the palace are all treating a group of pampered masters. They only need to feel the pulse and prescribe medicine. local inspection.

Here in Qinghe County, there are now bursts of stench, not to mention the mess, and from time to time, when they are concentrating on their work, one or two lunatics will suddenly appear from behind. The imperial doctors have never seen such a posture.

At first, no one wanted to do this job.If the chief commander of the hospital hadn't done it himself a few times, they would definitely not want to touch those disgusting corpses that make people vomit.

Some people also protested, "Are we just sitting around like this? Waiting for His Majesty to personally come to ask for our heads at the appointed time?"

It lasted for one month, half of the month has slipped away quietly, and the test has been done many times but there is no result. How can this not make people anxious?

"I think it's better to just wait for three days to see the effect. If there is really an antidote, our heads can be saved, and at the same time, we will get a merit. Why not do it?" pending results.

"What if I let you down after three days? Are we wasting three days for nothing?" Some pharmacists disagreed.

"Look, what is that?"

Everyone's attention was attracted by the words of an imperial doctor Sun in front, and they saw a strong man with a naked upper body carrying a cauldron, walking towards their imperial doctor's room.So people are curious, "It's just a pot, why make a fuss about it."

Doctor Sun glared at them fiercely: "Who told you to look at the pot, I want you to look at the contents of the pot."

"What's in the pot?"

Everyone gathered together and saw a little bit of the medicine juice left.

"I'll try it."

"I am coming too."

"Leave me a little."

"..."

But Ji Sikong didn't pay attention to the matter here, and kept his eyes fixed on the direction where Murong Hao left. This man who suddenly appeared in Qinghe County was really weird. Not only did he know the third brother well, but he was also able to prepare prescriptions at this critical juncture. .

Could it be the disciple of the old miracle doctor?

The next day, Murong Hao got up early, went to the temporary big tent to see the patients who had taken the medicine yesterday, and heard the frequency of their breathing and coughing.

"Have you written down everything you noticed yesterday?" Murong Hao asked the guard standing by.

The guard guarded the whole night. Although he didn't sleep well, he was full of energy. He took out a bamboo slip from his arms, and some numbers were marked on it. He didn't understand what it meant when he took a quick look.

Murong Hao took a few glances, nodded appreciatively, "Thank you for your hard work, I will let General Ji remember your contribution."

The data is quite clear. There are several points of concern. One is the number of patients who fall asleep at night with so many patients.The second is the number of people with high cough frequency.The third is the number of people coughing up black pus.

These tasks look very simple, but they are very difficult to do.Because it must be a person who maintains a high degree of mental concentration to be able to observe the subtleties, and secondly, to be able to do well if he is careful.Murong Hao's recommendation is not unreasonable, such a careful man entrusted with important tasks will definitely make a difference.

"Doctor, I saw that other imperial physicians didn't record it like this. What do you mean by just looking at these numbers?" The guard didn't feel too nervous because of what Murong said before, he was just very curious about what he did.

Murong Hao walked into the inner room, and while looking at the patient, he explained: "Mountains are divided into high and low, and people are divided into fat and thin. In fact, no matter what kind of creatures they are, there are essential differences between them. The purpose of recording data is to understand clearly. I can focus less on which patients need special care and which patients will recover faster."

Since it is necessary to be cured, it is best that everyone here can be cured.

The young guard nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood a little, "Doctor, let me record it tonight too, and I promise to complete the task you entrusted to me."

Murong Hao smiled, "Okay, but you can go to rest now, so that you will have more energy to record at night."

"Yes, doctor, I'm going to rest now."

The next day, the young guard looked at Murong Hao who was walking step by step with a smile on his face, and reported excitedly: "Doctor, your medicine is really effective. The number of people who fell asleep yesterday doubled, and those who coughed frequently The number of people has decreased significantly, and the most important thing is that the number of people coughing up pus has decreased by less than half."

While listening, Murong Hao read what he recorded, "Well, the observation is good."

He only explained it once, and the young guard knew how to infer other things from one instance, which was beyond his expectation.

"Doctor, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Murong Hao asked back: "What's your name?"

"Return to doctor, the villain's name is Cai Bao."

"Cai Bao?" Murong Hao couldn't hear clearly for a while, because Cai Bao's accent was not authentic from the capital, so Cai Bao=Cai Bao, and shouted for the rest of his life.

Cai Bao rubbed his head and smiled honestly, "Do whatever the doctor says."

Murong Hao went through a routine inspection, and felt that the complexions of these patients, including their strength, were slowly recovering. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and when he opened the curtain, he saw Ji Sikong standing by.

Murong Hao frowned inadvertently, and gave Cai Bao some instructions in a low voice.

Then, turn around and leave, completely treating someone as air.

"Doctor." Ji Sikong obviously didn't expect that the other party saw him and pretended not to see him, but turned his head and walked away. He was stunned for a while before hurriedly chasing after him.

Murong Hao looked displeased at the person in front of him who blocked his way, "Even if you are an important minister of the court, you should understand what politeness is. The so-called good dogs don't block the way, please give way."

After finishing speaking, Murong Hao bypassed him and walked straight forward.

Ji Sikong's whole expression was wrong, he was called a dog? ? ?

It is tolerable and unbearable.

"Stop." Ji Sikong ran up to Murong Hao sullenly, "Repeat what you just said."

Murong Hao sneered twice, "Joke, do you think you are the emperor? Why should I listen to you? If this gentleman is fine, please let me go. I still have a lot of things to do, and I don't have time to accompany you." Chatter."

Small talker? ? ?

It was just a matter of a few moments, how could his handsome man become a dog blocking the way, a time-wasting idler?