The people in the room stared at each other blankly.
"It's no use glaring at me. I can't guarantee he'll get better. Let's just wait for the doctor to come."
He Youyou said as she walked out of the room.
She's not a doctor.
She couldn't resist taking a bottle of white medicine from her medicine box because the medicine wasn't working and the bleeding kept flowing without scabbing over.
This is, after all, an old product that has stood the test of time. Even if it can't bring the dead back to life, its medicinal effects are definitely better than the folk remedies used in the countryside here.
The room was packed with people, and even Zhao Changqing himself was keeping an eye on things, so she didn't want to join in the fun.
It's so cold.
Sigh, where she lives, there's heating and air conditioning in the rooms during winter. When has she ever suffered like this?
He Youyou rubbed her arms and put both hands into her sleeves.
He hunched his shoulders and went into the kitchen.
She wanted to see if there was anything like a hot pot in the kitchen.
In this weather, it would be wonderful to have a hot pot meal.
She does have an electric hot pot in her storage space, but it's out of power, so it's useless.
I've seen some historical documentaries before, which mentioned that ancient times also had cooking utensils similar to hot pots.
On a whim, she went into the kitchen and rummaged around, thinking she might find something similar.
The cook, seeing her enter, dared not be negligent: "What is the mistress looking for?"
He Youyou asked, "Do you have any pots or pans here that you can use to cook meat over a fire?"
Hearing her question, the cook tentatively replied, "Is the mistress referring to the hot pot?"
He Youyou's eyes lit up. There really was one?
"I'll go get it right away."
As she spoke, the cook took down a set of kitchen utensils from the top of the kitchen cabinet.
Below is a small ceramic stove with holes inside for storing charcoal.
Isn't this exactly what the ancient poem describes as "newly brewed wine with green foam, and a small red clay stove with a burning fire"?
On the stove was a small bronze pot, which was divided into four compartments and was quite exquisite.
He Youyou nodded in satisfaction: "Let's have hot pot for dinner tonight."
"Yes, I'll go prepare the ingredients right away."
While the cook was busy, He Youyou secretly took out some vegetables, mushrooms, meatballs and the like from her spatial storage and arranged them on a plate.
She can answer any questions that may arise.
When asked by the people in the Han family kitchen, she said it was bought by Zhao Changqing's people.
When Zhao Changqing asked, she said it was prepared in her own kitchen.
If both sides are exposed, then it's unclear, unclear, and unknown.
Of course, you also need to bring your own hot pot ingredients, because the seasonings available in this era are really not as plentiful as modern seasonings.
Because the hot pot is divided into four compartments, you can put in various flavors of hot pot base.
She chose a spicy butter flavor and a non-spicy mushroom soup base.
The dipping sauce consisted of sesame paste, sesame oil, chive blossom sauce, minced garlic, chopped green onions, and soy sauce.
Having prepared all this, she instructed the cook to bring the hot pot and dishes to the main hall at the appointed time.
As for the trivial details such as adding charcoal to the ceramic stove, the kitchen will naturally take care of them in advance.
After looking around and finding nothing missing, He Youyou prepared to leave.
As soon as my left foot stepped out of the threshold, a person appeared in front of me.
Her deep eyes stared straight at him.
She tried to dodge to the side, but the man blocked her way, preventing her from escaping even a step.
He Youyou asked in surprise, "Does Young Master Zhao have something to discuss with me?"
If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why are you blocking me without saying a word?
"Madam Han, may I speak to you in private?"
As he spoke, he stepped under the eaves.
He Youyou breathed on her hands, rubbed them together, and then rubbed her arms.
She looked at him helplessly and said, "It's cold. Can we go inside and talk?"
Zhao Changqing's gaze swept over her.
"A man and a woman alone in a room, I'm afraid..."
Is He Youyou the kind of woman who cares about her reputation?
"That's still better than freezing to death. Come on, let's go to the study."
There was at least one charcoal fire for heating in the study.
He Youyou led Zhao Changqing into the study, then turned around and covered the cotton curtain tightly, before closing the door.
She walked to the brazier, stretched out her arms, and brought her palms close to the heat source, warming herself by the fire while talking to Zhao Changqing.
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
Zhao Changqing didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Could you sell me the prescription for that medicine?"
He Youyou asked, puzzled, "The prescription? The medicine I just gave Xiao Wu?"
"Yes." Zhao Changqing nodded slowly. "The doctor just came and found that Xiao Wu's external wounds have begun to scab over, and his internal injuries have also improved significantly. He said he has never seen such an effective hemostatic medicine. I have been supervising the army at the Youbei camp recently and have seen many of my soldiers suffer from minor injuries. I really need such medicine for emergencies. I would like to ask Madam Han to do me this favor."
Hearing him say this, He Youyou realized that using that medicine was just a lucky accident.
But she shook her head: "It's inconvenient."
Zhao Changqing never expected her to answer like that, and asked anxiously, "Why?"
Why?
Of course, it's because she doesn't have any either!
That's a state-secret formula; how could we let her know about it?
"This is a family secret recipe, passed down to men but not women. In my generation, there are no male heirs, so it was... lost."
He Youyou continued to fabricate lies without changing her expression.
Zhao Changqing narrowed his eyes, looking at her suspiciously, clearly not believing her.
After a moment's observation, seeing that she didn't seem guilty, he said, "Fine, then I'll buy your medicine. I'll buy all the medicine you have; just name your price."
He Youyou slowly extended one finger: "One bottle."
"Only one bottle?!"
But there's only one bottle...
In her family's first-aid kit, there was only one bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.
A new bottle will only appear after all the bottles are used up, so she will only ever have one bottle.
If she gives this bottle to Zhao Changqing and he doesn't finish it, then a new bottle won't appear in her inventory.
In this situation, she really couldn't give it away.
What if it gets given away and someone keeps it as a family heirloom for the next generation?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I only have one bottle of this medicine left. I need to keep it for future emergencies."
"You really won't give it to me?"
"I really can't give it to you, but if someone on your side is injured and needs to stop the bleeding, I can lend it to you."
The two people stared at each other across the brazier.
The glow of the charcoal fire illuminated He Youyou's face.
In Zhao Changqing's eyes, the flames were also raging.
After a long standoff, He Youyou insisted on not giving it to him, and Zhao Changqing had no choice but to give in.
They had no choice but to give up.
It's cold, I have nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
He Youyou wanted to hide in the space, but with this old man standing there, she couldn't just disappear into thin air.
Later, the two of them simply each brought a chair and sat facing each other around the brazier.
They each picked up a book to read.
Zhao Changqing looked at the title of the book in her hand, and it was the same book that had gone missing that day, "The Customs and Scenery of Jizhou".
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