When An Jingzhi heard that Zhao Fuyin had sent someone to invite him to his home to treat the illness, he was a little surprised. If he was sick, he should go to the doctor, so what's the point of looking for him?

He also heard the visitor say that his old lady suspected that her young master might be possessed by a water ghost, so she specially asked him to come and exorcise the evil spirit.

An Jingzhi was helpless.

He remembered that he had clearly stated that there was nothing sneaky about it. Why did these people assume that he could catch ghosts?

It seems that there was no scientific purity in ancient times, and there was a reason for that. No wonder craftsmen in most dynasties were of low status.

Consider it a good deed. As far as I can remember, the young master of the Zhao family ultimately died. I'd have to come and see if he could be cured. The prefect, Zhao, was a fourth-rank official, after all.

An Jingzhi first walked into the room, took out a backpack that the original owner brought with him when he traveled through time, and took out some common medicines from it before following the servants all the way to the house of Zhao Fuyin.

As soon as he arrived, Old Lady Zhao eagerly pulled him to Young Master Zhao's room. An Jingzhi didn't start right away. He had studied Western medicine in his previous life, not Chinese medicine, and he wasn't very familiar with the diagnostic methods of observation, smell, questioning, and palpation. He could only ask indirectly, "Have you seen a doctor before? What did the doctor say?"

The old lady couldn't help crying when she heard this: "I've asked many doctors to see him, but they all said they couldn't cure him. I suspect my grandson might be possessed by a water ghost, so I asked a master to see him."

Hearing the title of Master, An Jingzhi paused for a moment before continuing, "Did those doctors prescribe any medicine for Young Master Zhao?"

He had been involved in the medicinal materials business before and could more or less understand the uses of some medicinal materials.

An Jingzhi took the prescription handed to him by the servant of Mrs. Zhao, who had been guarding her son all night, and took a look at it. It was all about herbs such as Bupleurum, Forsythia, and Cinnamon Twig, all of which were used to treat sadness and fever.

After asking Zhao Wenyuan about some of Young Master Zhao's symptoms, An Jingzhi determined that it was probably due to the persistent high fever caused by falling into the water.

Colds are not a serious problem in the modern era of advanced medicine, but in ancient times, a cold could be fatal.

An Jingzhi immediately took out a pill from a small bottle and handed it to Zhao Kaizheng, who had been staring at him silently since he entered the room.

An Jingzhi had put the pills into the porcelain bottle in advance.

Zhao Kaizheng stopped the action of the servant beside him, took it with his own hands, and looked at the colorful long meatball carefully.

It's impossible to tell what material it's made of from the outside, and there are some smaller pills inside.

"Let the patient take it directly. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to wake up at midnight tonight." That is around 11 to 12 o'clock.

Ancient people had never taken Western medicine, so they should not have any drug resistance, but to be on the safe side, An Jingzhi still said a few more hours.

"I think Mr. Zhao can't swallow. We need to find a way to make him eat."

Since he had invited people, Zhao Kaizheng naturally had to entertain them well, and immediately arranged for An Jingzhi to rest in the guest room.

After asking about the method of taking the medicine, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, he had someone pry open his son's mouth and force the medicine down his throat. The instinct for survival made Master Zhao swallow the medicine.

Even though Mrs. Zhao was a little worried that her son would vomit and have diarrhea again like the talisman water he drank, the medicine was given by a famous master in Kyoto who could communicate with ghosts and gods. However, she still couldn't help but look forward to it. At least they had never seen such brightly colored pills before, and it was obvious that they were not ordinary medicines.

After feeding the medicine, Mr. Zhao and his family did not leave. An Jingzhi was arranged to rest in the guest room. Zhao Kaizheng was worried about An Jingzhi leaving because his son was not well.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, An Jingzhi received the news that Zhao Wenyuan had woken up.

An Jingzhi looked at Zhao Wenyuan who was being served a bowl of porridge by the bed. As expected, he had never taken Western medicine and had no resistance to ibuprofen. The effect was really quick.

"Since Young Master Zhao has woken up, there's nothing serious wrong with him. His temperature has also dropped. He should eat a light diet for the next few days until he fully recovers."

After giving a few more instructions, An Jingzhi accepted the Zhao family's profuse thanks and went back to rest.

The next day, Zhao Kaizheng and his wife and the beaming old lady Zhao entertained him and sent him back home. The old lady Zhao gave him a thousand taels of silver.

I don't know when it started to spread, but the fee for asking him to take action once is one thousand taels.

If An Jingzhi didn't decide to go back, then these Western medicines would be used less each time, and one thousand taels wouldn't be expensive. After all, it was still a human life. So he accepted it with peace of mind.

Master An Jingzhi, who cured Mr. Zhao's illness, became even more famous.

Except for the doctors who were invited to treat the illness, everyone thought that he was the one who drove away the water ghost from Mr. Zhao and saved Zhao Wenyuan's life with the magic pill.

However, when the doctors heard that An Jingzhi had given Zhao Wenyuan a brightly colored pill, and Zhao Wenyuan recovered that same night, they couldn't help but wonder if it was really a magic pill? Or at least a panacea.

Otherwise, how could Zhao Wenyuan, who had left them helpless, have recovered with just one pill? Even if a normal patient was cured, he would have to rest for ten days or half a month.

I heard that Master Zhao was almost fully recovered on the third day.

There was no other reason, except that it was my first time taking Western medicine and I had no resistance to it. Plus, young people have faster metabolism and stronger recovery abilities.

Zhao Wenyuan was a 16-year-old boy with a lively and playful nature. After he recovered, he personally went to An Jingzhi to thank him for saving his life.

He also wanted to learn the skills of refining elixirs and catching ghosts from An Jingzhi.

An Jingzhi certainly wouldn't agree. There weren't any ghosts in this small world. Even if he could teach, it would be useless for Zhao Wenyuan to learn.

Zhao Wenyuan didn't get angry after being rejected. He still knew that the truth should not be passed on lightly. So he continued to look for An Jingzhi shamelessly.

They kept pestering him, "What's wrong with this guy? He's been following us all the way."

Princess Ningyue came to find An Jingzhi, wanting to see what elixir An Jingzhi had. An Jingzhi wanted to avoid Zhao Wenyuan, so he pulled her out for a walk.

Zhao Wenyuan never came empty-handed, and although he was a bit shameless, he was very respectful and attentive to An Jingzhi, making An Jingzhi feel embarrassed to send him away.

"It's okay, leave him alone."

Princess Ning Yue wrinkled her nose, a little unhappy, "You really have the elixir? Why didn't you tell me? I won't steal it from you. I already spent money to buy the glass mirror."

An Jingzhi no longer wanted to explain. "It's not a magic pill, it's just a very difficult medicine to make. If you're not sick, it will do more harm than good."

Princess Ning Yue suddenly understood. "That's what I was saying. With your tiny arms and legs, there's no way you could possibly make an elixir. Did you bring this medicine from your hometown too?"

"I guess so."

Dajing Palace.

Zhao Kaizheng was summoned by the emperor for private questioning. He thought it would be about some political matter, but he didn't expect the emperor to ask about An Jingzhi.

He was involved in both of the things that made An Jingzhi famous.