Anle stood aside, smiling as she repeated the list of required medicinal herbs.
"Give me half a pound of each of the following: patchouli, eupatorium, honeysuckle, forsythia, mint, and coix seed."
The old doctor was stunned. He stared at Anle for a moment, his old eyes filled with suspicion. "Are you sure you're talking about herbs, kid? Or are you trying to fool this old man?"
The old man had been a doctor for so many years, and had never heard of such a medicinal herb.
Anle finally couldn't laugh anymore.
What?!
Does this world not have...?
Realizing something, Anle pursed her lips and changed her words.
"Then, I need the following medicinal materials: gypsum, rehmannia root, rhinoceros horn, coptis root, gardenia, platycodon root, scutellaria root, anemarrhena rhizome, red peony root, scrophularia root, licorice root, peony bark, and fresh bamboo leaves."
As for the missing ingredient, forsythia, she grew it herself from her garden to make up for it.
The old doctor paused for a moment, then nodded. "We have these, but should these herbs be used together?"
As soon as the question was asked, the old doctor turned around and opened the medicine drawer labeled 'Raw Rehmannia glutinosa' to prepare the medicine.
Anle breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and didn't hide it from the old doctor.
"I'm using these to make medicinal soup to treat the plague."
The old doctor immediately stopped what he was doing, paused for a moment, and turned his head to stare at Anle, who was not even as tall as the counter.
"What are you saying, you little brat?" "Treatment for the plague?"
How is that possible?
Where did this little kid hear about this recipe?
I've never heard of such a thing.
His gaze immediately turned to An Mancang, and his old eyes darkened.
“This misuse of medicine can kill people. I can’t just prescribe medicine for you without any basis.”
Anle smiled sweetly, showing no annoyance.
"Grandpa, my mother is so sick she can't get out of bed. She's vomiting and has diarrhea, a persistent high fever, and now she's even coughing up blood."
Even without using any medication, this person is already dying, so it's better to try anything desperate and treat it as a last resort.
Maybe it will work.
The old doctor's eyes were dark, and his deeply furrowed brows showed signs of smoothing out slightly after hearing Anle's words.
"He's already vomiting blood?" That person is truly about to die.
"This person is already beyond saving. Getting medicine will just be a waste of money. It's better to save a penny." The old doctor sighed, completely understanding the foolish behavior of using random prescriptions when the illness was incurable.
He had seen this kind of thing many times. There were plenty of people who had incurable diseases and would come to him for medicine as if it were a lifeline after hearing about some folk remedy.
Few can truly be saved, but many cause considerable harm.
Not to mention that this is a plague.
Even the Imperial Medical Academy in the palace couldn't cure it, so how could a random folk remedy possibly work?
If that were the case, the events in Red City a hundred years ago wouldn't have caused such a terrible upheaval.
Although he said this and advised against doing so, he still turned around and got the medicine.
People like this won't listen to advice. I've advised so many people like this before, but it's no use; they just keep trying.
People take this as their hope.
Since they see this as their only hope for survival, shouldn't we give it a try?
Only after spending money and trying it, only to find it doesn't work, can you finally give up completely.
Otherwise, I'll always feel resentful.
Although he was quite unwilling to be afflicted by the plague, there was nothing he could do; the plague was not so easy to cure.
Now, facing the increasingly worse pandemic and a completely hopeless situation, he has become calm and composed.
"Grandpa, if our Jincheng is really like Hongcheng, and in the end we have to be cremated, then this money doesn't matter."
Since we're all going to die eventually anyway, and we can't take the money with us, we might as well spend it all and be done with it.
Anle was in a good mood and even had the energy to chat with the old doctor for a bit.
The old doctor chuckled, "That's true. You can't take money with you when you die."
Anyway, I've come to terms with it. If I'm going to die, I'll die. I've lived to this old age; I won't have lived in vain."
Anle grinned.
"Grandpa, don't say such discouraging things. If this prescription works well for me, I'll come to the clinic to let you know, and you can also give it to the people in our town."
The old doctor had no idea that this prescription, which he had heard about from who-knows-where, would be useful, and he never expected it to cure diseases.
Seeing that the old doctor didn't seem to care much and didn't take it to heart at all, Anle smiled and said nothing more, just waiting to get the medicine and leave with An Mancang.
Stepping out the door, Anle glanced back at the refugee patients in the clinic who could only lie on the floor because there were no beds available. Her eyes flashed with an ambiguous light. She raised her hand to cover her face with a veil and left with An Mancang.
After listening to the old doctor's words and seeing his reaction, An Mancang was also a little apprehensive.
"Le Wa Zi, do you think this prescription can really... cure your mother's illness?"
"Yes, it should be able to treat the plague, but it can't be used on Mother. Her physical condition is a bit different from others, so it's a bit troublesome to treat her."
These medicines are mainly prepared to prevent the plague.
"Mom has collapsed; we can't all collapse too."
Back home, after Anle planted the forsythia, she had Anjing brew the medicine according to the recipe. The amount was generous, and it was even sent to An Dafeng's place.
An Daliang's family wasn't left out either.
An Mancang made an errand and delivered the medicine, which Liu Xiufen then prepared.
Liu Xiufen was naturally willing to take the medicine given away for free, without considering whether it was effective or not. She thought, "Why not take it if it's free, why not drink it if it's free?" She never considered that it might kill someone.
It should be said that Liu Xiufen had absolutely no awareness that medicine should not be taken indiscriminately.
That very evening, I cooked a pot of soup and served it to the whole family.
Anxian and Antai, the siblings, found it unpleasant to drink, took only a small sip, and then discarded it because they thought the taste was too strong.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, Mom, why do you serve up all this stuff for people to drink? Even pigs wouldn't drink this stuff." Anxian frowned and spat out several mouthfuls of water. She then got herself a bowl of water to rinse her mouth and finally made herself a bowl of sugar water to get rid of the bitterness in her mouth.
"You don't know anything! It's free, why not drink it?" Liu Xiufen glared at An Xian, then, with the intention of getting a good deal, she gulped it down without complaining about the bitter taste.
On the An family's side, after Qiao Qiuniang started taking the medicine, her complexion improved noticeably after three days. Her pale, thin, and bloodless face finally regained a touch of color.
The most obvious sign is that the person stops vomiting and having diarrhea.
On this sweltering day, I took off the two large cotton quilts I was wrapped in, and I was no longer afraid of the cold.
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