After Wu Zhi took the medicine, he felt as if his stomach was burning, his body was as if it was being boiled, and his eyes were steaming red.
In a trance, she seemed to hear her mother whispering in her ear: "Why can't it be a boy? Why can't it be a son... It would be so great if it was a son."
Man, son.
Wu Zhi wanted to tell her mother that even if she was not a boy or a son, she could still do well.
She could read and write, and was familiar with pharmacology. She could learn the old monster's magic tricks quickly and understood them instantly. No one in the witch village could compare to her.
Why does it have to be a son?
"If you were a son, you could enter the Wu Temple and inherit the Wu family's legacy, and I could stay by his side..."
Suddenly, a series of haunting bell sounds rang in her ears. It was her mother praying to the gods.
"Pray to the witch god to protect my daughter, dispel the evil spirit, and give her a new life."
Suddenly, the scene changed, and there was the crematorium again, and another fire.
The old monster threw her at the edge of the pit, cursing furiously, "Dead, all dead! My son, my grandson... why did such a bastard survive!"
Wu Zhi huddled aside, watching the corpses of her former clansmen in the cremation pit. Thinking of her own mother, she felt a mixture of fear and joy. "Retribution," she shouted viciously at the old monster, "This is retribution. You caused all of this. You killed them, and you killed my mother."
If he hadn't used her to induce the epidemic and test medicine, how could the plague have broken out in the witch village?
The old monster glared at her, his expression so ferocious that he wanted to skin her alive. He walked up to Wu Zhi, grabbed her hair, and limped as he dragged her towards the crematorium.
Wu Zhi screamed and struggled, but because she was young and weak, she couldn't break free from him.
Her exposed skin was roasted hot by the fire, and the fear in her heart seemed to be frying her dry.
The old monster lifted her up high and wanted to throw her into the fire, but she held on to his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his joints, making it impossible for him to get rid of her.
"If you burn me to death, there will be no one left in the Wu family. That would be true extinction, and your medical skills would be completely lost."
The old monster stopped his hand in mid-air, then rolled his eyes and looked up at her.
"I can learn your skills and inherit your legacy." After saying this, she trembled as she carried the medical records he had written on her back.
Wu Zhi recited until her mouth was dry and the old monster was listening intently, and slowly put her down.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Wu Zhi did not immediately flee, but instead took advantage of the momentum to ram the old monster into the fire pit. However, her strength was too weak, and the old monster's reaction was also quick, so he did not fall, but instead hung on the edge of the fire pit.
He was on fire.
Wu Zhi quickly ran away and hid aside, watching him rolling on the ground wailing.
Soon, the fire went out, and the old monster stood up shakily and walked towards Wu Zhi.
Wu Zhi ran away, rushing into the impenetrable night.
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Upon hearing the news, Han Su rushed to the medicine house, but after a quick look around, he did not see Wu Zhi.
The maid who led the way pointed to a room with a half-open door and said, "That's Doctor Wu's room."
Han Su hurried forward and took a look inside, only to see Wu Zhi lying among a pile of medical books, his body twitching constantly.
"Azhi!" He rushed to Wu Zhi's side, lifted her face, and saw blood under her nose. He then checked her breath and pulse, both of which were as weak as a thread.
Han Su's hands suddenly began to tremble. He kept calling Wu Zhi's name, but Wu Zhi didn't respond at all.
The maid followed in and was also shocked to see this situation. She hurriedly said to Han Su, "Doctor Han, what happened to Doctor Wu?"
Han Su carried Wu Zhi to the bed. Seeing water and a towel beside him, he quickly wrung them out and used them to wipe her face. Then he took her pulse and observed her acupoints again.
The pulse is still weak, not like the pulse of an infected person.
She must have taken the prescription.
"You stay with her and give her some water." After instructing the maid, Han Su went outside. He looked around and then came to the stove.
There was a medicine jar on the stove, and next to the jar there was a bowl with residual medicine. Han Su checked and tasted them one by one, and his face became more and more ugly.
He rushed into the house, grabbed the unconscious Wu Zhi, and shook her with gritted teeth, "You are simply throwing your life away! You dare to use any method on yourself."
The maid was startled, "Doctor Han, you..."
While the herbal remedy prepared by Wu Zhi can dispel epidemic diseases, it is also highly toxic and can conflict with pathogenic qi, easily damaging the five internal organs. Dosage must be tailored to the individual and used with extreme caution; any mistake could be life-threatening.
Han Su calmed down and asked the maid, "Does your house have any ice?"
The conflicting properties of the medicines cause intense body heat and persistent high fever, which needs to be dissipated immediately, otherwise the fever may kill the person.
"Yes, I'll go find Butler Shan and get the key to break the ice."
"And have someone bring a kettle of boiling water."
"Yes." The maid hurried away.
When warm evil is received from above, it first attacks the lungs.
Wu Zhi's method of epidemic prevention is the fire-sweeping therapy, which is mainly aimed at preventing and killing evil spirits, and the prescription she uses is also a fire prescription that avoids plague and eliminates toxins.
Evil energy and fire energy clash and condense in the lungs. If they are not forced out, the person will either be burned to death or suffocated to death.
Han Su sat on the edge of the bed, then helped Wu Zhi up, bent her legs so she lay half-lying on him, and tapped her Fengmen and Feishu acupoints. After four or five taps, Wu Zhi started coughing. After another four or five taps, she coughed up bloody phlegm.
The maid who brought water came over just in time, and Han Su hurriedly told her to pour a bowl, blow it until it was cool, and then feed it to Wu Zhi.
After finishing one bowl, he was fed another bowl. After two bowls, Wu Zhi frowned, then turned over and lay on the edge of the bed to vomit.
After she vomited, Han Su continued to feed her, and she vomited three or four times until Wu Zhi vomited everything in her stomach. He finally stopped and let her lie back on the couch.
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