I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 515
Mu Qingyi didn't know what was going on in Yaowang Valley, nor did she really want to know.It's nothing more than the interest disputes between those families, which has nothing to do with her.

But with today's dangerous situation, she really needs to pay more attention in the future, and needs to buy some self-defense, so that she can be more calm when encountering today's situation.

Three days later, Mu Qingyi finally succeeded in brewing the first batch of 'Guzao Pills'. One batch of ointment was only the size of a baby's fist. After kneading into pills, there were only eight pills.

I have to say that this medicine is really expensive, and ordinary people can't cure it at all.

That is to say, she has an inexhaustible medicine room, so she dares to waste it like this.Calculated according to the market price, the medicinal materials needed to make a batch of eight solid pills are worth at least a hundred taels of silver.To cure pulmonary tuberculosis, you need to take Guzao pills for a long time. In the early stage, you take one pill every three days for twenty times. After that, you take one pill every seven days for twelve times. Take it for three months.Follow-up visits at any time during the period, adjust medication as needed.

With such a rough calculation, only the loss of medicine costs several thousand taels of silver, not counting consultation fees and the like.

Some ordinary people can't earn thousands of taels of silver in their whole life, let alone spend thousands of taels of silver to treat diseases.

She sighed, put the Guzao pills away, and ordered the medicine boy in the medical hall to find Zhu's father and son.

They haven't seen each other for a few days, and the faces of the Zhu family's father and son look much better, and the coughing is not as severe as when they saw each other before, only coughing twice from time to time.

Seeing Mu Qingyi, both of them seemed very happy, Zhu's son said: "Mr. Mu, the medicine you prescribed is really a first-class medicine. My father and I feel much better after taking it twice. Now Even better, the body is much more relaxed."

Mu Qingyi smiled and said: "That's a prescription for relieving cough, but it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to recover completely, you still need to treat the root cause."

The father and son were very convinced by her at this time, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, you are right, if the disease is not cured, it will recur sooner or later." It is not that his father has never cured his cough before, but it is useless. It won't be long before it will relapse again, and the cough will even get worse, so he believes Dr. Mu's words.

Mu Qingyi took out the medicine, and attached instructions for taking it and some precautions in daily life, which can be said to be very detailed.

One of the father and son was holding the medicine bottle, the other was holding the instructions for taking it. They looked at Mu Qingyi in disbelief, "Really, don't you want money?"

Mu Qingyi nodded, "No money, you take it back and eat according to the instructions, absolutely don't take too much or miss a dose, and come to me immediately if you feel any discomfort."

The father and son were still in a daze until they left the gate of the hospital, and they really didn't want money.

"Father, Dr. Mu is really a good man."

The old man wiped away his tears and said with red eyes: "Yes! No matter whether our disease can be cured or not, we must remember Dr. Mu's kindness."

How could the matter of Liao's Medical Center be hidden from Wu's Medical Center, as soon as the father and son left the hospital, someone followed them all the way to their residence, and turned back after watching the father and son enter the house.

"Father, someone has been following us just now."

The old man nodded, "I know, all the valuables at home are well hidden."

The son responded, quickly poured the hot water, served his father to eat the Guzao pills, and then hid the Guzao pills and other valuables.

At this time, in the eyes of the son, Guzao Wan is much more precious than ordinary money.

That night, the small house temporarily rented by the father and son was patronized by thieves.

　See you tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)