234 Ping An gives advice

That night, Sun Siyuan insisted on staying with his brother for one night, so Ping An moved directly to Lin Feng and Er Qiang's room.

The next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Sun Sicheng set off with his convoy under the reluctant gaze of Sun Siyuan.

Sun Sicheng called Xiaoshan over, and the three of them discussed in the car the prescriptions they had taken away and the pills that Ping'an had just made, and whether they could be slightly modified to cope with more diseases.

Zhang Xiaoshan has a unique talent for pharmaceutical manufacturing. He can even simulate pharmaceutical manufacturing in his mind without moving, with an accuracy that reaches the level of simulation.

Ping An knew that he couldn't do this.

The three of them discussed for a whole day and thought of many possibilities. Ping An took shorthand notes with a charcoal pencil. These might be useful or might not be used at all, but it's always a good thing to be more diligent with your pen.

Huaibei Prefecture cannot waste too much time, and Yunzhou’s affairs cannot be delayed.

For three consecutive days, the three of them thought about various possibilities and the prescriptions for these possibilities. Ping'an's talent was beyond doubt, and Zhang Xiaoshan's talent in making and dispensing medicines also made Sun Sicheng astonished.

In less than ten years, Ping An's abilities will surpass his.

He only put a little effort into assigning these people to him, and surprisingly, each of them has their own characteristics, is loyal to Ping An, and gets along very well with each other. Ping An has a very good grasp of the balance between brothers and subordinates, and is no worse than him.

At dusk on the third day, Sun Sicheng and his entourage arrived at the city gate, where Qian Tongzhi and his men were already waiting.

"My Lord, you are finally here."

"Master Tongzhi, was the medicine you gave me yesterday effective?"

Qian Tong knew: "As soon as we came back yesterday, we immediately gave medicine to a few patients with more serious conditions, as well as the old doctor. Today, according to the response, there has been some improvement, not very obvious, but the old doctor's son said that his father felt much better and no longer had the burning sensation. Young Master, do you want to continue taking this medicine?"

Sun Sicheng frowned and said, "If it's still like this after a day, the effect is not very good. Sir, did they lose anyone else when you came back yesterday?"

"Two more people died, and many others are in a bad condition. Last night, the yamen runners said that many people in the village were clamoring to drink your medicine. We had no choice but to boil a lot of it today and give everyone a big bowl. Indeed, no one has died so far."

"Well, let's go to the inn and put down our luggage so that my people can wash up and eat."

"My dear, I'm sorry. Things are so bad that I forgot everything else while chatting. The inn has been booked and dinner is ready. We are just waiting for you to come. How about this, it's almost late, I will come to see you tomorrow morning."

The condition was suppressed temporarily, and Lord Qian felt much more relieved. Young Master Sun was indeed capable. So many doctors came with prescriptions, but compared with other doctors, Young Master Sun's prescription was more effective.

Sun Sicheng also agreed.

The virus is not serious, which is a good thing.

An hour later, the master and disciple sat comfortably in the room drinking tea.

"Ping An, it seems that this prescription of Taoist Master Hu is not very suitable for the condition. Unfortunately, in this case, the doctor cannot observe, smell, ask and palpate, so how can he make a good judgment?"

"Master, tomorrow we will wear protective clothing and go to the old doctor's yard to ask him remotely. Isn't that how his son contacted him? We are far away, so let's sprinkle more quicklime in the yard, put on gloves and masks, and it should be fine."

Sun Sicheng thought so too and boiled the protective clothing in water when he came back.

"Young Master, there is a doctor named Jie Xuewen downstairs who is looking for you. He said he is the son of the old doctor who is sick." Ming Wanli said outside the door.

"Oh, I'll go down and take a look."

As soon as this person was mentioned, he came, and Ping'an hurriedly followed the master downstairs.

Standing in the hall was a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with delicate features and an upright posture.

Sun Sicheng said, "I am Sun Sicheng, are you Doctor Xie?"

The young man smiled and bowed, "My Lord, I am sorry to bother you so late at night. My father is suffering, and I cannot bear it."

"It's okay, you sit down."

Ping An noticed that Xie Xuewen was always careful to keep his distance and sat down at a table across from them.

"My dear, I was very careful when meeting my father. There was a yard between us and quicklime was used. Every time I sent food, I never took it back and used it. The clothes I wore were also boiled in boiling water. You can rest assured."

Sun Sicheng nodded: "You are a doctor, you will do better than others in this regard. How is your father now?"

"My father took your medicine last night. It worked. He didn't get any worse. But he said it's not good enough. He hopes to talk to you in person."

Sun Sicheng frowned and said, "It's too late now. Come here and take me there tomorrow morning."

Xie Xuewen smiled: "Ah, I came here so early in the morning and disturbed your rest."

After Xie Xuewen left.

Sun Sicheng said, "It's safe. I'll go alone tomorrow. I'm still a little worried."

Ping An smiled and said, "Master, it's okay. Just take precautions. After all, we are far away. Let Jixiang make some more tomorrow. Jie Xuewen will also give him a set of clothes on his day."

"Ping An, look, ..."

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The next morning, Xie Xuewen took them to a small courtyard ten miles away from the city.

"My dear, my home is at the entrance of the village opposite. This yard is my old house. Both my father and I like to prepare medicinal herbs here."

The small yard was indeed covered with quicklime, and even the air was filled with the smell of quicklime.

Sun Sicheng, Ping An, Xie Xuewen and Wan Li were all wearing protective clothing, with only their eyes, noses and mouths exposed.

It's already the end of May and the temperature in the early morning is still acceptable, otherwise it would be a torture to dress like this.

"Young Master, I'm here to call my dad." Xie Xuewen shouted, "Dad, I'm here, and the Young Master is here too."

Soon, a middle-aged man in his early forties slowly walked to the corridor and bowed in this direction: "Young Master, I will untie this and salute you."

Sun Sicheng returned the greeting, and seeing that the old doctor was in good spirits, he said, "Doctor Xie, if you are in good spirits, could you answer some of my questions?"

Untie and nodded.

Ping An guessed that he had a sore throat.

"My father has a sore throat."

Sun Sicheng asked a lot of questions and Ping An added some.

Doctor Xie answered them one by one.

Ping An wrote down his symptoms with a charcoal pen. He had headache, fever, sore throat, aches in the limbs, general weakness, etc.

If that's the case, then the prescription we gave yesterday was also effective, so why was the effect so limited?

"Doctor Xie, it seems that the prescription I gave you yesterday will not do any harm. At least it has a suppressive effect. But we still need to find a way to cure it. Let your son deliver yesterday's medicine again today. We, master and disciple, will come up with a solution as soon as possible."

Doctor Xie bowed again, being a very gentle and polite man.