Fan 8: Medical Country——Xuan Xi Hilla

Yang Yizhong looked at the pile of medicinal herbs in front of him and blinked.

In order to prevent anyone who might have ulterior motives from finding out the details of the medicines used in the palace, he personally selected two shifts to lead people to collect all the medicines related to typhoid fever in the southern city medicine warehouse according to the weight of 50 taels each. But when the large and small packages were really spread out in front of him, as a person who couldn't even tell ephedra and bupleurum, let alone pick out which pile was Notopterygium and which pile was Angelica dahurica, he was still stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. And this stunnedness made Pan Guozhang, who had been staring at him fiercely, see the flaw.

"I've heard people say that Commander Yang is loyal and unswerving, and I've learned my lesson today. But Commander, don't forget that you can take your time here to look at the medical books, but the emperor's illness can't be delayed!" The anger in Pan Guozhang's eyes almost burned into substance - it was obvious that his character was suspected and his professional level was insulted in front of him, but he didn't dare to tear his face with him because of the reputation of the Imperial City Bureau. If Yang Yizhong didn't mention the word "official", he would almost feel a little pity.

However, at this moment, he just said in a flat tone: "In this case, please ask Doctor Pan to confirm. If there are no missing herbs, wait for the doctor from the Imperial Pharmacy to weigh the dosage, and then we can send it over to boil the medicine according to the prescription."

"——Ginseng, mint, Poria cocos, Pinellia tuber... they are all there." Pan Yongshou carefully identified them, snorted, and barely squeezed out an acknowledgment from between his teeth. Yang Yi felt a little relieved, waved his hand, and signaled the guards who had been waiting for a long time to start picking the medicine. For a moment, from the trusted commander standing behind him to the blue-clothed servant who mistakenly entered the scene and was ordered not to leave, the people in the yard who dared not breathe seemed to have lifted the immobilization spell in "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons". Some people hurriedly gave orders, while others smiled and flattered and responded carefully, asking for counting, moving, and sweeping, and immediately became busy or pretended to be busy.

But the father of the imperial concubine couldn't swallow his anger when he saw the crowd who had intentionally or unintentionally avoided the small storm center in the middle of the courtyard. "Your Majesty is in your prime, and if you are occasionally infected by the weather, it will be fine if you get timely treatment." He turned around and glanced at Yang Yizhong, and sneered, "It's a pity that General Yang, I see that you look anxious - it's a pity that there is still a little alum and a little arisaema here, otherwise I would have carefully prepared a dose of Yuzhi Pills for General Yang, which would be beneficial to both the public and private sectors."

After saying this, Pan Guozhang left without even waiting for Yang Yizhong's reply.

“Puff.”

Yang Yizhong turned his head and looked at the doctor of the Imperial Pharmacy who was coaxed and forced by the Imperial City Bureau to come over to supervise the selection and boiling of medicine. He immediately shrank his neck like a frightened quail under his sight, trying to reduce his presence, and couldn't help sighing. He didn't need to memorize the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Shenghui Fang" like the other party to understand that Pan Yongshou was scolding him for having phlegm disease. But he turned around immediately, suppressed his fatigue, and continued to watch the guards weigh the medicine, leaving the doctor behind - he had sworn long ago that this time, from picking the medicine to boiling it out of the pot, no step would escape his eyes, so how could he care about such a trivial offense.

"30 ounces of roasted licorice root!"

He had asked someone for the prescription before and memorized the main, secondary, auxiliary and guiding ingredients in the prescription. Licorice was the guiding ingredient among the dozen or so herbs, harmonizing the exterior and interior and having a sweet taste.

And that person... should also like desserts. As soon as he came out of the well, he thought about ice cream. But Madam Pan made it herself back then, and in the end, the other party didn't even take a bite, and actually distributed all the desserts made by the beauty with great effort to the soldiers of the Red Heart Team. As far as Yang Yizhong knows, if the Red Heart Team gets together to drink privately, and gets drunk, they rank seniority and boast about their achievements. There will always be one or two old men jumping out to show off that they have tasted the rewards personally given by the nobles in the palace, and they will praise the taste of ice cream to the sky. But the tacit understanding of colleagues for many years made him know that Liu Yan, who was silent and only responsible for paying the bills in the Imperial City Department's report, was actually the same as him. He didn't want to hear the word ice cream again in this life.

The precarious imperial court fled south in a panic, and the Jin army followed closely behind them. The "amnesiac" emperor shared some snacks and stayed overnight in the tent of the Red Heart Team to show that he shared the joys and sorrows with everyone, but this aroused the rebellious thoughts of the ignorant fools. Suppressing the rebellion, appeasing, worrying about personal fate, and worrying about the irreversible collapse. In the eyes of those who really knew the overall situation, that night was really unspeakable.

That night, Yang Yizhong made up his mind behind the tent.

"30 liang of angelica sinensis, 30 liang of peeled Poria cocos, and 30 liang of ginseng with stems removed!"

The three adjuvant herbs, Chuanxiong promotes blood circulation, Poria removes dampness, and Ginseng reverses the current to save the boat, strengthen the foundation and improve the vitality.

In the boat crossing the snow on the Huai River, the man's words made the young Imperial Censor burst into tears. Yang Yizhong stared at the other person in amazement, and felt that the strange patterned metal discs hidden close to his body seemed to be heated by the man's words, faintly corresponding to the boiling blood in his heart. The moment the boat left the shore, he understood that even though he did not believe in supernatural powers, a miracle really came out of the well that autumn and opened its eyes in front of him.

Later, people said that his old superior Zhang Jun and Zhang Boying were greedy for money and gambling, and used Caicheng as a gambler to gain wealth and fame. But only Yang Yizhong knew that he had observed, suspected, and hesitated, but as early as when he was in Mingdao Palace, he entrusted the fate of the Song Dynasty for nearly 200 years to God with a four-character bet.

Fortunately, God never let me down.

"30 liang each of Bupleurum chinense, Peucedanum chinense, Platycodon grandiflorum, and Citrus aurantium!"

The four auxiliary herbs help to relieve the exterior, regulate the lungs, and relieve the obstruction of qi in the chest.

The battle of Yaoshan shocked the world. At that time, he had just recovered from his injury, so he accompanied the man to deliver stacks of book titles on white paper to the newly built temple on the back mountain. This was a boring and repetitive job, and soon he became as familiar with the temple as the imperial tent. As the list of casualties in the imperial camp was constantly updated, the man had to copy more and more names, so he took the imperial guards to take on the task of delivering them back and forth from the tent to the temple on the mountainside. As the local civilians and craftsmen gradually spread the news that the emperor had personally written the tablet, the families of the nearby Western Army got the news and came in groups of three or two to pay homage in advance. As long as they didn't go in the direction of the imperial tent, the man would not let them stop him. Later, more and more Western Army soldiers came to worship, and even Qu Duan made an excuse to report military intelligence and came to take a turn - according to the guards who were present, Qu Dutong, who had made great contributions this time, entered the temple gate and rarely said a word. He just stared at the familiar names and stayed inside for half an hour.

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