Qiu Wuhen shook his head: "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself."

Linghu Zhi swallowed the mouthful of cooking biscuits with difficulty, frowned, and said in pain: "I have a sore throat, and it's hard to swallow when I eat. The cooking biscuits are too dry. I don't want to eat them, so I'll give them to you."

"

Qiu Wuhen smiled brightly and stretched out his hand to pick it up, but then felt embarrassed and rolled his eyes and said: "You have a sore throat, right? No problem, you've found the right person if you find me. I'll help you treat it. If I cure it

If you have a sore throat, this cake will be used as medicine, okay?"

"not good!"

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten? You gave me a sore throat before, and the medicine you prescribed didn't help at all. My throat is still sore, and my dad said he would take me to Jinzhitang, the county seat, to see Dr. Kuang when he was free tomorrow, but he didn't ask you.

This quack doctor has seen it."

"I……"

Children can't lie, really, and they are not afraid of hurting others when they speak.

"That was in the past. As the saying goes, it's one time and another. If you treat it now, you may be able to cure it. Trust me!"

Linghu Zhi still shook her head: "No, you've finished eating the cooking cake, you don't need to give me any treatment. Here, take it!"

After saying that, he took another small bite and handed the cake over.

"No, no reward for no merit. If you don't let me treat it, I can't have this cake."

Linghu Zhi chewed the small mouthful of the cooking cake and felt that it was almost chewed, so she carefully swallowed it down her throat. Just like that, she still frowned in pain. The pain in her throat was really uncomfortable, so she tilted her head and looked at him: "This time you

Can you really cure me?"

"Of course, I'm not asking you to eat it in one bite. I said I've eaten it and it's still being packed away. But if you really can't eat it, I can help you and eat it. Anyway,

We can’t waste food, right? The reason why I help you treat your sore throat is purely to promote the spirit of revolutionary humanitarianism. Well... you may not understand this word, but I sympathize with you anyway."

"Well, after you said so much, it doesn't make sense that I won't let you cure it. Let's do this. I've already taken two bites of this cake. You can really cure my sore throat. I also have a cake here too.

Here you go." After saying that, he took out another piece of cooking cake and handed it over together.

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were shining. He only ate one meal a day these days, and it was rice bran steamed buns and wild vegetable soup. He was already starving.

However, he still pretended to be calm and calm, and casually took the two cooking cakes and threw them on the table. With a clang, many sesame seeds fell out, and he wanted to pick them up and swallow them in his stomach.

In the end, he persisted, smiled faintly, and said: "Although my stomach is very full, because of your sincerity, I decided to accept this difficult task. After curing your sore throat, I will help you eliminate them!"

"Then you treat me." Linghu Zhi obediently held her cheek and sat across the table and looked at him.

"Open your mouth and let me take a look at your throat."

Linghu Zhi opened her little mouth, which was red and plump, her little tongue was pink and tender, and her little teeth were as white as snow.

Qiu Wuhen tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see his throat. He wanted to find a tongue depressor, but there was none on the table. It seemed that ancient doctors didn't use this thing. The four-diagnostic combination only looked at the tongue, not the throat.

He opened the drawer of the medicine cabinet and randomly found a long yellow-orange piece of traditional Chinese medicine to use as a tongue depressor, pressing it on Linghu Zhi's tongue.

Linghu Zhi's little face immediately wrinkled up like a bun, but she still stuck out her tongue and persisted.

The light in the drug store was too dark. Qiu Wuhen tilted his head and looked for an angle to see his throat clearly. He turned several angles and finally found an angle where he could see clearly.

The tonsils in the little girl's throat were red, swollen, and had small white spots. The tonsils were severely inflamed. No wonder the little girl had difficulty swallowing.

Before traveling through time, he had to take azithromycin, get an injection, or if it didn't work, give him a combination of antibiotics or something. It could be easily solved. But now, none of the Western medical treatment methods that Qiu Wuhen was familiar with could be used, so he could only

Use traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, the old and simple medicinal gourd appeared in my mind.

A stream of white smoke came out of the gourd mouth, forming a thin line, passing through his arms and fingers, entering the yellow piece of traditional Chinese medicine pressed on his tongue, and wrapping the whole piece of medicine. In an instant, a stream of smoke came out.

The clear liquid flowed onto the little girl's throat.

The little girl's wrinkled little face suddenly relaxed, and her big jewel-like eyes rolled around, as if she was savoring something.

Having seen clearly that the tonsils were inflamed, Qiu Wuhen took out the decoction piece.

He was about to speak, but the little girl had already started to spit: "Ah, bah, bah! Bah! What kind of medicine are you using? It's so painful..., Huh? Why doesn't my throat hurt? Oops, my throat is really sore."

It doesn't hurt anymore! Oh, brother Qiu, just put this broken pill on my tongue and cure my sore throat in just one go. Your medical skills are so amazing. Why didn't your medicine work before?

"

"One moment, another moment." Qiu Wuhen said with a smile, "Now do you know how powerful I am?"

Linghu Zhi swallowed, and then nodded vigorously, but she was still not sure whether it would be painful to eat, so she immediately put the cake into her mouth, took a bite, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

, very smooth, no pain at all.

She said with surprise: "Really, it doesn't hurt at all. I couldn't swallow anything just now. You use this medicine and press it on my tongue like this, and the pain will stop immediately. What kind of medicine is this?"

So magical?”

Qiu Wuhen also noticed that it was the white gas coming out of the medicinal gourd in her mind that gathered on the decoction pieces, wrapped the decoction pieces, and turned into a transparent liquid that flowed into her throat, and she was cured.

of.

However, this white qi should only enhance the efficacy of the medicine and shorten the treatment time. To be effective, it must be a symptomatic medicine. Otherwise, this white qi alone cannot cure all diseases. Why would the medicine gourd require me to go to the four medical clinics?

Refer to syndrome differentiation and treatment, etc., just come up and give a quick breath and it will be fine.

He immediately took the orange pill and looked at it, but he didn't recognize it. He asked the medicine gourd in his mind: "What is the pill in my hand?"

A few lines of words were immediately displayed on the medicine gourd:

Rhubarb, the root of the Polygonaceae herbaceous plant Rheum palmata, is bitter and cold. Returns to the spleen, stomach, large intestine, liver, and heart meridian. It is often used for diarrhea and heat-clearing, and can also be used for tonsils and oral ulcers to clear away heat and detoxify.

Qiu Wuhen immediately understood that it was no coincidence that he had just taken a piece of rhubarb, a traditional Chinese medicine that can cure tonsil inflammation.

However, if you just get the right medicine, how can you cure the disease so quickly? The miraculous effect of curing the disease in a blink of an eye, of course, comes from the medicinal gourd.

It seems that the white energy of the medicinal gourd can greatly enhance the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine, and can exert its maximum effect in a very short time. It can cure the disease in a very short time, and it is really the medicine that cures the disease.

Linghu Zhi was particularly happy, her face flushed, and she bit a small piece of Chuibing into Qiu Wuhen's hand: "Take it, I just said that you cured my sore throat, Chuibing

I’ll give it to you. Now that you’ve done it, the cake is yours. I’ll give you this piece too.”

She took another piece from her arms and handed it to him.

Qiu Wuhen held a piece in one hand and wanted to swallow it all. He was really hungry. He only ate one meal a day for several days. He was so hungry that he wanted to take a bite of everything he saw, let alone holding two pieces in his hand.

Crispy and fragrant pancakes.

But he still held back and said to Linghu Zhi: "You gave it all to me, what will you do if you are hungry?"

"It doesn't matter. We still have it at home. My father got a big bag of food from Fei Yuan's wife's house, which is enough for several days."

Fei Yuanwai was a wealthy family member in Mingshan Village, and Linghu Zhi's father, Linghu Shuding, worked as a teacher in Fei Yuanwai's family.
Chapter completed!