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Chapter 175
Although he was questioned by others that he misjudged the person, Imperial Physician Hu's attitude was still kind.

"The old man wants to know, why does the young master think that the patients in this shed are just ordinary colds?"

"Could it be because of the illness that Young Master just deduced?"

"If it's just because of this..." She looked up at the room where the critically ill patient stayed, and then looked at Mo Xingchu, "That old man doesn't agree."

The patients in the shed all eventually became ill, and all developed the symptoms of those in the room.

So it is absolutely impossible to say that it is just an ordinary wind and cold.

"Junior, may I ask, are the patients with mild symptoms and patients with severe symptoms taking the same medicine?"

Mo Xingchu asked slowly.

"This..." Imperial Physician Hu replied truthfully, "For the same plague, the same prescription must be used."

Mo Xingchu's light-colored lips under the veil slightly curled up: "That's right."

"What do you mean, son?"

Doctor Hu was a little confused by his words.

"Every doctor knows that the right medicine is the best medicine."

Mo Xingchu said: "The critically ill patient in the room has a severe fever, and redness and congestion appear everywhere on the body, so the antidote such as ephedra was deleted from the prescription you used, and the licorice medicine that relieves heat and cools more. quantity."

"What's wrong with that?"

Doctor Hu frowned.

"That's the problem." Mo Xingchu said in a deep voice, "You just dispensed the medicine in this way to relieve the fever of the severe patients, but ignored the patients with mild symptoms."

"Their symptoms of fever are not that serious, just cough with phlegm and body aches. In the early stage of the disease, the focus should be on clearing away heat and detoxification. You only need to boil some ephedra and Bupleurum three times a day for them to drink, but , but you let them drink the medicine that critically ill patients drink."

"How can it be possible that a patient with a mild condition will not turn into a severe plague if the medicine is not suitable for the disease?"

After he finished speaking, Imperial Physician Hu and another imperial physician were silent for a long time.

Why didn't they think of such a simple truth?
Still stuck here.

"Young master is right, this old man has been taught."

Imperial Physician Hu was the first to speak out and bowed to Mo Xingchu.

"Senior is serious."

Mo Xingchu sideways avoided, and did not accept her gift.

"What the junior said is understood by anyone who practices medicine. The senior didn't think of it. It was just because the plague spread quickly and he was anxious for a while."

Doctor Hu smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Young master, the pen and ink you want."

The attendants who were trotting all the way offered pen and ink with both hands.

Fuling took it winkingly, and spread the paper on a wooden board.

The white fingertips protruded from the lavender sleeve, gently pinched the corner of the wide sleeve on the right, and the slender fingers picked up the brush dipped in ink.

The neat and exquisite Junxiu fonts are vivid on the paper.

After finishing writing, waited for the ink to be dried by the wind before handing it to the impatient Tai doctor Hu who was waiting.

"Although the plague this time is different from the previous ones, it is not the most serious. Therefore, the younger generation only slightly modified the traditional prescription."

Mo Xingchu explained softly: "Because the patient has taken the medicine for too long and the medicine's properties are too strong, so the younger generation added the warm and pungent medicine Guizhi, which can sweat and relieve the surface, clear the lungs and relieve asthma, and diuresis to reduce swelling."

"And this bamboo leek." He pointed to the last medicine on the prescription, "Boil it and drink it as tea, it's the best way to clear away heat and detoxify."

"Adding the two together, in less than nine days, severe illnesses can be alleviated, and mild illnesses can be cured."

Doctor Hu was overjoyed with the prescription in hand.

"The old man will send someone to fetch cinnamon twigs and bamboo leek from the medicine storehouse."

(End of this chapter)