But what everyone didn't know was that the confidence on Yang Cheng's face was all fake.
In fact, Yang Cheng was also very worried.
This was his first time making Chinese medicine. Although it was unlikely to fail, he was really not sure what the result would be like and whether it would be useful.
But at this point, all the big words were spoken. In order to ensure the "image" of the witch, Yang Cheng could only pretend to be inscrutable.
Fortunately, the result of boiling the medicine did not disappoint him.
A gas with an unknown smell gradually emitted from the pot. Wherever this gas went, everyone could not help but frown.
"Hmm, what does this smell like?"
Yan Lin fanned the air in front of her with her hand and frowned.
"It's so weird, it smells so weird."
Lulu also fanned the air in front of her.
Others also fanned the air and commented that the smell in the air was weird and a bit unpleasant.
However, when Yang Cheng smelled the smell, his face lit up with joy.
This is the familiar smell of Chinese medicine. Yang Cheng remembers clearly that when he was a child, he went to the old Chinese medicine doctor's house and it always smelled like this.
"Lift the lid."
Yang Cheng said to Xia who was looking at the fire.
"good."
Xia nodded and picked up the pottery lid with his hands.
Suddenly, a stronger smell wafted out from the clay pot.
"Well!"
The unprepared Lu Er Niang was overwhelmed by the smell, and her little face was immediately wrinkled into the shape of a bitter melon.
Xia pinched her nose and said to Yang Cheng with a grimace: "Witch, it smells so bad."
"It just smells bad."
Yang Cheng smiled, picked up the bone knife, cut off two small pieces from the ramie cloth used to wrap the ice cubes, kneaded them into a ball, and stepped forward to block Xia's nose.
Xia immediately widened her eyes and said in surprise: "Well, I feel much better!"
Others who were holding their breath saw this and imitated the situation, cutting off small pieces from the ramie cloth and crumpling them into balls to block their noses.
In this way, everyone felt that their breathing was no longer suffocating and became freer.
"Bring me the clay bowl."
Yang Cheng asked someone to take a pottery bowl, pour out the medicinal soup from Bupleurum, and then walked into the house.
Inside the room, Yang Bei was obediently listening to Yang Cheng's instructions, wiping the slave's body with cold water to cool down.
Seeing Yang Cheng walking in with a pottery bowl, Yang Bei was about to salute without thinking, but suddenly his nose smelled a very pungent smell.
"vomit……"
Immediately, Yang Bei felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
"Witch, this is..."
He suppressed his nausea and asked Yang Cheng.
"This is medicine..."
Yang Cheng smiled and wanted to say something, but the room was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine. Even with his nose blocked with ramie cloth, he couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.
"Bring it out."
Yang Cheng decided to leave it outside for treatment.
"yes."
Yang Bei endured the discomfort and found three other slaves. The four of them worked together to carry the bed and people out of the house.
When they got outside, Yangbei and the others felt better.
Yang Cheng looked at the feverish slave. He was still unconscious and his face was red and hot.
Yang Cheng said: "Come on, lift his head up."
"good."
Yangbei also followed the example of the others and stuffed two small balls of ramie cloth into his nose.
Hearing Yang Cheng's words, he immediately raised the unconscious slave's head.
Yang Cheng took advantage of the situation and put the pottery bowl next to the slave's mouth. At this time, the slave seemed to smell some fragrance. He was so confused at first, but suddenly opened his eyes and woke up a little.
Seeing Yang Cheng in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and quickly called out: "Wu, I..."
His nose was blocked, and everyone onlookers saw this scene and were very surprised.
This thing called medicine is so powerful that just by being next to a sick person, the sick person wakes up?
Yang Cheng ordered: "Stop talking and drink this."
"oh."
Yang Cheng had great prestige in the tribe, and this slave did not dare to object. Even though the bowl of black water in front of him smelled bad, was even worse when he drank it, and was even a little hot, he still honestly took the medicine. The soup went into my stomach.
But after drinking, his originally ugly face became even uglier.
He kept sticking out his tongue and his face was bitter.
Just when the slave wanted to be brave enough to ask something.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Yang Cheng nodded, brought another bowl of medicinal soup made from skullcap, and handed it to the slave: "Here, drink this bowl too."
The slave did not dare to resist, but drank it all honestly.
After drinking the bowl of medicinal soup, the slave's face became even more bitter. He looked as if he had been tortured, and his whole body showed an extremely ugly expression.
Just as he was thinking that after drinking two bowls of black water, he would be gone.
Yang Cheng handed over the third bowl of medicinal soup, which was honeysuckle medicinal soup. Different from the previous two, the main body of the medicinal soup this time was white, and the smell wafting out was not that unpleasant.
The slave gathered up his courage and drank the third bowl of medicinal soup.
After drinking, his consciousness seemed less groggy and somewhat sober.
When Yang Cheng asked Yang Bei to carry him into the house, he quietly asked Yang Bei what Wu was doing when he asked him to drink three bowls of "water" just now.
Knowing that Yang Cheng was treating him, the slave was stunned. He didn't know what would happen if someone got sick in the original tribe.
And in the Qingque tribe, the witch actually treated him personally...
This this……
The slave didn't know what to say for a moment, and looked at Yang Cheng with strong gratitude.
But his gratitude may only last for this moment, because treating fever with traditional Chinese medicine cannot be cured overnight. Yang Cheng has planned to give him three bowls of medicinal soup in the morning, noon and evening in the next few days.
But at this moment, not only him, but also the other isolated slaves, seeing that the "medicine" made by Yang Cheng himself was actually effective, even fed the medicine himself, and all of them also responded with incomparable fanaticism and gratitude to Yang Cheng.
At this moment, their loyalty to Yang Cheng reached an extremely high level.
It can be said that even if a first-grade ferocious beast suddenly appeared in front of them, they would not hesitate to step forward and protect Yang Cheng from leaving.
Then, these slaves saw Yang Cheng showing a "terrible" smile to them.
Yang Cheng ordered: "Come on, give the remaining medicinal soup to these people!"
The reason why he separated the slaves sleeping outside the house from the slaves sleeping inside the house was to wait for the medicine to be boiled and then give a bowl of it to the slaves who might be sick.
Treat diseases when they are sick, and prevent and treat diseases when they are not.
Although these slaves do not have symptoms of fever now, they may have other illnesses.
Anyway, the medicinal soup cooked with these three medicinal materials will not kill anyone. At most, it will cause stomachache and gastrointestinal discomfort.
Under Yang Cheng's order, a "wailing" sound soon sounded in the Qingque tribe, which made people tremble when they heard it.
