Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 2578

Several tubes are impossible. Mr. Mo directly put two tubes in the classroom in the name of teaching materials, but only one tube was taken away by man Bao.

He said: "although the formula is mine, the medicine can not be abused, and there are too many. The main system will warn when it is found."

According to Mr. Mo's knowledge, Zhou man is the only one of the many system hosts, which is outside the supervision of the alliance. Therefore, for the sake of long-term flow, he feels that they can't move too much, so that more people can find this.

What if it's sealed?

As for being discovered by more people, many people knew what they should know and shouldn't know when they exchanged meteorites through teaching classroom materials.

Even this permission is applied for expansion by the alliance and the main system.

But now the meteorite has been collected, and even the research has made some achievements. No one remembers to lock up this authority.

They couldn't remember that teacher Mo naturally pretended to be deaf and dumb as if he didn't know anything.

Originally, in view of the scientific and technological level of Zhou man's world, this medicine can not be listed as teaching materials. If the host must learn, it can only be seen by projection rather than touching the real object.

She can only buy through encyclopedia and shopping malls. In addition to the value of goods, she has to pay a lot of science and technology tax.

Man Bao was persuaded by teacher mo. in order to keep the water flowing, she compared the left and right of the two suspended teaching materials for a while. She really couldn't tell which tube was more, so she asked teacher Mo: "which tube has more potions?"

Teacher Mo: "... It's all standard injection. Don't worry, there's nothing less." Naturally, there is not much.

Man Bao can only reach out helplessly for a tube.

Man Bao opened his eyes against the head of the bed, stretched out his hand under his sleeve, and held a tube of green medicine in the palm of her hand.

Man Bao turned and looked at childe Zheng with a frown.

He should feel bad, so even if he was in a coma, his eyebrows frowned tightly.

What a pity

Man Bao thought that if the proud son of heaven was beaten like this, he might be confused without waking up.

Man Bao got up, touched his forehead and wandered around the room. A medical assistant, two palace maids and two internal attendants looked at her.

Man Bao turned twice and pinched the medicine in his hand. He still turned around and said to the medical aid, "go and boil a bowl of Qingjie soup."

With the help of the doctor, he turned and left.

The palace maids and waiters were also busy, ready to give him medicine.

A bowl full of soup and medicine came up, but I felt bitter when I smelled it.

Man Bao poured out half a bowl and gave it to the maid in charge and the waiter, "pour it down."

She personally watched them fill the medicine. She thought that if there was no remission and the high temperature continued after half an hour, she would give him half a tube of medicine with the remaining half bowl of medicine.

Teacher Mo affirmed her idea and said, "yes, Qingjie soup must be effective. It depends on whether it works faster than poisoning."

Ancient Chinese medicine attributed Zheng Gongzi's illness to a febrile disease, which was poisoned by heat. The heat poison spread like a warm fire, or it might start a prairie fire. It depends on whether the medicine you eat detoxifies quickly or spreads quickly.

"Qingjie decoction is symptomatic. You can give it to him with medicine..." it may not be friendly to the liver and kidney, but it doesn't matter. Just pay more attention to recuperation later.

At this time, man Bao's treatment has rarely considered the sequelae, because his life is about to be lost.

For the next half an hour, man Bao stared at childe Zheng without blinking, and touched his forehead twice in a quarter of an hour.

Otherwise, Lord Bai is more handsome than childe Zheng, and knowing their feelings between lord Zhou and Lord Bai, the medical assistant should doubt whether Lord Zhou has a good impression on childe Zheng.

He despised himself in his heart and felt that Lord Zhou was worthy of such achievements at a young age. Look at this pair of medical records and the degree of addiction to patients, he was really less than flattering.

On this thought, he also tried to stare at childe Zheng and wanted to see something from him.

Except that childe Zheng's face is getting redder and redder, he can't see anything.

More and more red... The medical assistant widened his eyes, jumped up immediately, pointed to childe Zheng and wanted to shout. Man Bao glanced at him and said in a low voice, "what's the panic? It's just burning up. Go and get ice to cool down."

After saying that, she took the medicine on the table and turned to go out. At the same time, she told the palace servants and internal attendants in the house, "prepare to fill the medicine. I'll heat the medicine."

Everyone got busy and the doctor helped him get ice to cool him down.

Man Bao poured the medicine back into the medicine tank, warmed it, looked around and asked Keke to help stare. Then she carefully opened the medicine with her back to the door. She weighed it, but she didn't pour it all, but only poured half of the pipe, and the remaining half was stuffed into the pipe and received it in the space.

Man Bao poured the hot medicine into the bowl. The green medicine at the bottom of the bowl immediately mixed with the earthy yellow Qingjie soup.

Man Bao stirred it with a spoon. After looking carefully, he couldn't see anything unusual. Then he took it to the waiter and asked him to fill the medicine.

The medical assistant was very worried. It was useless to feed half a bowl of medicine half an hour ago. I'm afraid it wouldn't be effective to feed it again at this time, so he asked man Bao, "do you want to call Yuanzheng and Doctor Liu?"

Man Bao opened the needle bag and said, "wait a minute. I'll give him an injection to make the effect faster."

The medical assistant then restrained himself, put down the ice bag, came forward and gently untied his coat to give Zhou man an injection.

After a set of needles, man Bao and the medical assistant found that he was sweating. They immediately covered him with a quilt, and then wiped his sweat with a cloth towel.

This kind of work is naturally assisted by doctors.

He felt his temperature while wiping and said in surprise, "doctor Zhou, the temperature has really dropped."

He thought, "maybe we should use acupuncture and moxibustion to speed up the effect when we give medicine for the first time."

Man Bao also pondered. This method has actually been used during the day, but it's not very effective, so it's still the reason for the recovery medicine.

Man Bao sighed in his heart. It seems that craniocerebral injury is difficult to treat. If he encounters such a patient in the future, unless his condition is slightly mild, it is difficult to save his life only by Decoction and acupuncture.

The medical assistant felt that his temperature was getting lower and lower and slowly returned to normal. At this time, it was only about two quarters of an hour from the medication. When he looked at Zhou man, he saw that she was also frowning and thinking, so he didn't dare to disturb her.

Man Bao touched childe Zheng's pulse and confirmed that he returned to the table after getting better. He picked up the boiled water in the teacup, poured some into the inkstone, picked up the ink bar and studied the ink.

This time it's because of the help of "external force". If not... We still have to try our best to treat it.

Man Bao thought carefully. In fact, they also did something wrong in this case. If they vacated the room at the beginning, kept the house dry and tidy, and smoked and sprinkled wormwood, Atractylodes macrocephala and realgar water, even in spring, it may also have the effect of slowing down the temperature and poison. How do you know they can't rob people back from the king of hell?

Man Bao put down the ink bar, took the pen, repeated the treatment in recent days, and wrote down the shortcomings of their disposal this time to warn future generations.