"Yes," Mu Xiyuan replied, "Most of the patients were pale, with dark purple bruises on their lips and nails, thickened tendons under the tongue, and muddy and greasy tongue coating."

"In that case, it should be phlegm and blood stasis obstruction lung disease," Luo Qingwen thought, "Tinli Dazao Xiefei Decoction can be used."

"Well, it can also be combined with Guizhi Fuling Pills." Mu Xiyuan added.

"Not bad, not bad!" Huang Zelin nodded approvingly, the two children's talents in medicine made him deeply satisfied.

After the three of them left the hut, Luo Qingwen wrote the prescription and gave it to the pharmacist to cook it.

There was a sound of footsteps in the front hall, and Gu Qingqiao had strode in.

The weather was hot and humid, Gu Qingqiao apparently ran in one breath, sweating profusely, and the clothes behind him seemed to have just been picked up from the water.

As soon as he raised his hand, he stuffed a food box into Mu Xiyun's hand, took a breath and said, "You haven't eaten yet, so hurry up and eat!"

Several people returned to the house, and Mu Xiyun took out the food. Southwestern dishes are on the spicy side, but at this time, the food boxes are all light dishes, and don’t know where Gu Qingqiao bought them from.

"Hurry up and eat, and listen to me while you eat." Gu Qingqiao took the veil handed over by Mu Xiyun.

It is said that the three of them went to the government office to explain their intentions in the future. The parent official of Baihuacheng is called Shen Yi. He likes to call friends and compose poems and fu on weekdays, but he also loves the people in the Qing Dynasty. After listening to the words of the three people, they did not dare to be careless. While dispatching staff to investigate with the three of them, they went to inform the Baihuagu Patriarch.

The three of them walked around the city for an afternoon, but they found dozens of sick people and sent them to the nearby pharmacy.

"I don't know if I'm too sensitive," Gu Qingqiao said. "When I went to check it out today, there were two big families whose owners were not there. I asked the housekeeper and they said they went out to escape the summer. But when I asked the day, it was Just left a few days ago."

"If you want to escape the summer heat, you should leave in June," Mu Xiyun had already finished eating and got up to pour tea for Gu Qingqiao: "Now that summer is almost over, it's a bit strange to say that you are going to escape the heat."

Huang Zelin's grandparents and grandsons are now thinking about how to treat patients, and they don't care too much after hearing this. Huang Zelin instructed: "Qingwen, you are familiar with the City of Hundred Flowers, write some circular letters in a while to inform the medicine halls in the city, first use Tingli Dazao Xiefei Decoction and Guizhi Fuling Pills to suppress the disease, and then assign people to do it together. a consultation."

Gu Qingqiao was almost resting at this time, stood up and said: "There are still a few areas in the east of the city to visit, I will go first. By the way, I just met Zhu Yicheng, and said that the city is still very calm today, no Too many people talk about being sick, so he went to check with us temporarily, and he will go to the restaurant tomorrow to inquire."

After he got up, Mu Xiyun shouted, "I'll send you off!" He followed him out of the room.

The two hurried to the outside of the medicine hall. At this moment, it was completely dark, the West Market closed early, and the street was silent. Mu Xiyun followed in the footsteps of Gu Qingqiao, and as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the medicine hall, the person in front of him suddenly turned around and took a step to lead him behind the shadow of the doorpost.

Warm lips fell, holding the breaths of the two of them, extremely lingering.

With his lips parted, Gu Qingqiao nibbled on the tip of his nose again, lowered his head and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, stuffed it in Mu Xiyun's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving, don't be too tired."

"Well," Mu Xiyuan looked up at him, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Reaching out and hugging him again, Gu Qingqiao turned around ruthlessly, swept forward sharply, and disappeared in three or two breaths.

Mu Xiyun lowered her head and opened the oiled paper. Inside were three lotus cakes, which had been crushed a little out of shape. The pastries are warm, with the person's body temperature.

Mu Xiyun picked up a piece with a smile and put it in his mouth, the sweet smell enveloped his mouth, just like the kiss just now, with a long aftertaste.

Chapter 91

In the early morning of the second day, Mu Xiyuan woke up to a loud slam on the door.

The night before, he had been running back and forth in the front courtyard and backyard of the pharmacy, decocting medicines and seeing doctors non-stop. When it came time to be ugly, an old aunt suddenly had chest tightness and couldn't breathe. Mu Xiyuan and the staff of the medicine hall had to waste their efforts to remove the thick sticky phlegm from the depths of her throat, poured medicine and injected needles. Let the aunt survive the danger, but the guy fell down, and Mu Xiyuan was in a hurry again.

When everything stopped for a while and the sky was getting brighter, Mu Xiyun forced Huang Zelin back to the room and let the old man have a good rest, while he took a nap under the corridor of the inner courtyard. It suddenly became noisy.

Mu Xiyuan rubbed her eyes, adjusted her clothes, and came to the front hall.

The shopkeeper of the medicine hall stared at the two big dark circles and opened the door, looking at the crowd in front of the door with tears in his eyes.

The townspeople who were treated last night had not recovered yet. The staff in the medicine hall was already half exhausted. Today, there were so many in front of the door. The shopkeeper felt that his scalp was numb, and he hesitated for a while.

Luo Qingwen hurried out of the inner courtyard with a tired look on her face.

The shopkeeper asked with a weeping voice, "Miss Jiu, what should I do? With so many people, how can you be so busy?"

Luo Qingwen lost her mind for a while, and looked at Mu Xiyun.

"Take it! Take it all!" The Xianjun in white was firm.

"But..." Luo Qingwen hesitated a bit, "The front hall and backyard are already full of people, what should I do?"

Mu Xiyun raised his eyes and looked at the West Market. The bustling market in the past is now empty, and rows of stalls are all vacant. Before the epidemic is over, the West Market may not be able to recover.

"If Baihuagu can provide a place, that would be great." Mu Xiyuan said: "Before that, push the stall in Xishi aside and set up a tent as a temporary resettlement."

Luo Qingwen's eyes lit up: "Okay! I'll go back to the valley and ask my father to open the valley to save people!"

When Huang Zelin got up, Luo Qingwen had already rushed out of the city and asked Baihuagu for help; in the West City, Gu Qingqiao brought a team of soldiers who were moving stalls and setting up tents.

Seeing him coming, Mu Xiyun hurried over to support him and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"No, I can't sleep when I'm old." Huang Zelin glanced at the situation in front of the door, nodded and said, "You guys are doing very well, the West Market is a big area, and all the young patients with mild symptoms are placed there. Here, it is enough to supply medicines on time. The elderly and seriously ill stay in the medicine hall, and we will take care of them all the time."