She clearly used medicine on her mother that was meant to treat the symptoms of plague and heat, so why didn't it work on her mother?

At first, she didn't take the plague seriously. She thought that with the advanced medical technology of the 21st century, it was easy to cure and not a big problem.

There are also traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions that are mainly used to treat symptoms of plague and heat toxins.

But it didn't work on her mother; it wasn't the right treatment!

Anle muttered to herself, then suddenly paused, her little face blank. Wait, why doesn't it work on her mother?

In other words, it doesn't mean it's useless to others; she only tried this medicine on her mother.

Thinking about it, there's something she forgot!

Anle suddenly slapped his forehead in realization.

Her mother... her mother might not be suitable for using the prescriptions she came up with.

The medicine she took out seemed unsuitable for patients with a constitution of Yang deficiency and weak spleen and stomach.

How could she forget these precautions?

She was careless; the element analysis clearly warned her about it.

The Qingwen Baidu Decoction has a strong detoxifying effect and is suitable for patients with excessive heat and pathogenic factors, and those in a state of extreme struggle between the body's resistance and the pathogenic factors.

Her mother likely suffers from a weak spleen and stomach; if so, then the medicine she took out is probably safe.

It's just that her mother's health condition wasn't suitable.

Yes, that should be correct!

Anle suddenly stood up, grinned, patted Yu Rong's shoulder who was sitting next to her, and answered Yu Rong's question with a smile.

"I have to do it. It's not a question of whether I can do it, it's a question of whether I must do it. I think it should be fine."

"Don't you dare run away! I'm about to leave the city for the Kingdom of Islaile. You stay here at my house and don't go anywhere else. Be ready to be summoned by me at any time."

Yu Rong pursed his lips. He also wanted to see with his own eyes how she single-handedly turned the tide and solved this thorny problem that even the other countries couldn't solve.

...

"Little sister, where did you go?" Anjing waited anxiously for almost an hour after returning to the house and not finding Anle. When she saw Anle come back, she immediately asked.

"Big sister, you...you're still awake?" Anle asked casually.

An Jing frowned and sighed.

“You suddenly disappeared, and I’ve searched the front and back rooms but can’t find you. How can I sleep?” Besides, my mother is sick in bed, so how can I possibly be in the mood to sleep?

Anle bared his teeth.

"Big sister, I just can't sleep. I'll go for a walk to relieve my stress."

“You’re not fully recovered yet, and you’re already going out. Besides, things are so chaotic outside right now, with refugee riots everywhere, looting, and people practically eating human flesh and drinking human blood. You can’t go out and wander around like that.”

Are you not fully recovered yet?

Hearing what Anjing said, Anle paused for a moment, thinking of her hair, and couldn't help but touch the patch of hair missing from her head.

This is the charred hair that was struck by lightning before. It's been cut off, so it looks a bit like it's been chewed by a dog.

Because she had been busy with so many things these past two days—Qiao Qiuniang's affairs and preparing to escape—she hadn't had time to pay attention to her hair and had completely neglected it.

Now that I have a better understanding of everything, I started thinking about this problem with my hair.

"Hey lady, does my hair look awful?"

Anjing: "..." You still have the mind to think about hair problems? There's still a chance your life will be saved.

Sigh, I have to say her daughter is really carefree.

Touching his hair, and looking at An Jing's speechless and helpless expression, An Le smiled comfortingly.

"Don't worry, big sister. I know what you're worried about. Mother will definitely be alright. The gods have already told me how to save her."

An Jing was stunned for a moment, then overwhelmed with excitement and surprise.

"Little sister, what did you say? There's a way to cure our mother's illness?"

Anle, the little chick, nodded as it pecked at the rice.

"Okay, so go to sleep peacefully. We'll go to the clinic to get the medicine as soon as it's light."

**

The next day, as soon as it was light, An Mancang and An Le covered their heads, mouths, and noses with cloths, making sure they were completely covered.

The two, one big and one small, held hands and went out to the clinic to get medicine for Qiao Qiuniang.

This time, Anle never even considered using the garden for planting. She believed that her garden could be used to grow more valuable things.

Therefore, there is no need to waste this land on medicines that can be bought with money. Just spend some money to get them from a clinic, prepare them, and decoct them.

Upon entering the clinic, Anle recited a list of medicine names to the apprentice pharmacist.

"Patchouli, agastache, honeysuckle, forsythia, mint, coix seed, please give me these herbs, half a catty of each."

This medicine can prevent and treat the plague. Get more so you can share it with your family to prevent infection.

This plague was mainly caused by malevolent energy or dampness, and of course, the viruses and bacteria produced by corpses were the main cause.

These medicinal herbs can be used to clear heat and detoxify, and remove dampness, thus preventing and treating illness.

From her mother's perspective, she naturally understood that this medicine was not suitable for all those suffering from the symptoms of the plague; it needed to be taken according to each individual's specific needs.

Her mother also needs some special care.

Anle recited a list of medicine names, and the apprentice next to the young medicine boy paused in his medicine-grabbing movements, staring at Anle in a daze.

The young apprentice had only been studying at the clinic for a short time and was not yet familiar with all the medicinal herbs. Upon hearing this, he looked at the apprentice next to him, eager to learn and asking questions humbly.

"Senior Brother, what are these herbs that this young lady is talking about? What are their effects and uses?"

The apprentice stiffly turned his head to look at the medicine boy, then shook his head woodenly.

"I have studied medicine for three years and have never heard of it. Perhaps... I am ignorant. I will go and ask my master." The apprentice looked at Anle apologetically.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen, while I go and fetch my master."

Anle nodded with a smile and patiently waited with Anmancang outside the counter. Soon, an apprentice followed behind someone and came over.

The old man glanced at An Mancang and his daughter, his old face paused, "Oh, it's you two. Your little one's awake?"

An Mancang gave a polite, simple smile, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Yes, I'm awake. But doctor, didn't you leave the city?" It was this kind doctor who reminded them to leave the city earlier, although they were unable to do so.

The old man sighed, his face ashen.

"Get out of the city? How can we get out now? The city has been sealed off long ago. It's too late. If we're a step too late, we won't be able to get out. Whether we live or die is all up to fate!"

After sighing, the old doctor got back to the point, "What medicine did you just ask for? My two young apprentices aren't very skilled, so tell me."