"You know shit."
Chen Yusheng reflexively thought that the other party was an alchemy cultivator.
"If you can, I don't need your elixir. You can try to cure him."
Although Chen Yusheng said this, he did not expect Lu Lingyou to do so.
He turned around and started to give the little flower chicken soup and medicine again. Unfortunately, although the little flower chicken was very sluggish, it started to struggle as soon as it tasted the soup.
The languid little flower chicken had no strength left and couldn't resist Chen Yusheng at all.
But it can choose not to swallow it.
The decoction dripped down from the edge of the delicate mouth, and the hair and Chen Yusheng's hands suddenly became wet.
Seeing this situation, Qian Weiming couldn't help but persuade him, "Junior brother, it can't be done. There is no way to save him."
Recently, the chickens in the backyard have become sick one after another. It only takes three days to go from low energy to complete malaise. A situation like this that refuses to eat proves that death is not far away.
Anyway, none of the seven or eight animals from before responded. Even if they were force-fed with medicine, they would die faster.
Chen Yusheng put down the bamboo tube in frustration.
Turning around, he saw the old god Lu Lingyou looking at him.
His sensitive nerves were touched, and he concluded that the other party despised him.
"Okay, can't you cure it?"
"Then you treat one and I'll take a look."
Hum, if it can't be cured, let's see how he laughs at her.
Lu Lingyou rolled her eyes and said, "I can help you cure it. After I'm cured, you have to promise me something."
"The premise is that no pills are needed, and all ten things will work." Chen Yusheng determined that this group of people wearing uniform costumes was either a sect or a powerful family.
How could these proud men of heaven, who were born with extraordinary resources, care about the lives and lives of ordinary people.
For ordinary animals, that's even less so.
I'm afraid that in their eyes, this ordinary chicken is not even qualified to be used as food.
Lu Lingyou didn't care what his attitude was, just agreed.
Speaking of which, she did not specifically treat poultry and livestock.
But she has studied medicine for so many years and has naturally read similar books.
The little flower chicken in Chen Yusheng's hand had an elevated body temperature and was listless. There was also a faint flow of fluid from the beak. The small comb was white and dull, and it was slightly panting.
It is obvious that chicken plague is caused by viral infection, and it is highly contagious among the same kind.
For this kind of symptoms, the main treatments are to clear away heat, detoxify, and comb and reconcile.
But what Chen Yusheng made just now was a decoction to dispel cold and improve heat.
If he really feeds it, the little flower chicken will probably burp in less than half an hour.
In the old world, chicken plague was generally treated with oxytetracycline.
If there is no oxytetracycline, there are some earth remedies.
Obviously, there are currently no conditions for making bacteriostatic drugs such as oxytetracycline.
Then we can only use earthwork.
Lu Lingyou tugged on Chen Yusheng's little backpack for a while.
I did find two Atractylodes plants, but unfortunately Isatis root and licorice were not found. She looked around and saw that this mountain forest was obviously not suitable for growing these medicinal plants.
The medicinal part of Atractylodes is the rhizome, and it is best to be processed and dried before being used as medicine. The fresh rhizome will be less effective.
Fortunately she found pine needles.
I directly grabbed two small sections of Atractylodes rhizome and a few pine needles.
Gently press a few times on the belly and back of the chicken.
Chen Yusheng was surprised to find that he couldn't even drink the soup, but the other party actually fed the grass directly.
After Lu Lingyou finished handling it, he returned the little flower chicken to Chen Yusheng.
"That's it for now. Feed it some more food. In two hours, if it's in better condition, feed it some more leaves."
Chen Yusheng took the little flower chicken speechlessly.
I looked over and over and couldn't help but mutter, "I don't see any improvement."
Qian Weiming was speechless, "It would be slow if you don't use the elixir. Junior brother, what you are saying is personal."
Chen Yusheng felt a little unable to get off the stage.
"Anyway, I don't believe that the proud man of the day can cure it. The prescription we used before, but I worked it out with the master, still killed so many chickens. The master is the number one doctor in Galaxy City, and even his old man can't cure that girl. Why."
It's hard to describe the name before.
How did Master get his reputation as the number one famous doctor? Others don’t know. Don’t they still know?
For any family with some wealth, Master would always advise them to add spiritual plants after he prescribes them eloquently. What he asked people to add were all low-level spiritual plants. For cultivators, they are not very popular and ordinary people. If you are a person with a little bit of wealth, you can afford it even if you grit your teeth.
With the blessing of spiritual plants, diseases will naturally be easily cured.
When outsiders talk about it, they would say that my master has superb medical skills. Not only are most of the prescriptions he prescribes made of ordinary medicinal materials, but he can also quickly cure the disease.
But after following Master for so many years, if you haven’t discovered the key yet, you would be stupid.
Is it because of the prescription that it can cure a disease?
Maybe a few.
But the most important thing is definitely the added spiritual plant.
It's not like he hasn't been sick before. He once secretly tried it, using only the spiritual plants his master mentioned, without using the messy herbs, and the effect was the same.
And those families who are really poor and unable to solve the problem cannot afford to add spiritual plants.
He could always find that his master was always more cautious when prescribing prescriptions.
Not only did I bite the pen and think hard for a long time, but the amount of medicine was at least twice as much as usual. Even so, the cure rate was less than 50%.
Among them, there may be some patients who got through it on their own.
However, after so many years, the little junior brother still obeys the master's words and worships him very much. He didn't notice the master's deception at all. Isn't he just a fool?
If Lu Lingyou knew what Qian Weiming was thinking, she would definitely say, isn't this the same country barefoot doctor she used to be in the world in the 1970s and 1980s?
The main one is to give me a prescription and see if it can be cured or not.
Even if the person is not killed by eating it, others will not know whether it is because of illness or medicine.
Fu Yu also recovered a little at this time.
After climbing over these mountains, there is a road ahead.
There were too many people, and it was inconvenient to wield a sword, so the group took Qian Weiming and Chen Yusheng to the city.
After walking for more than an hour on the sheep intestine trail on the mountain, Lu Lingyou discovered a lot of sheep dung on the road.
This is deep in the mountains and rarely populated.
It's not unusual to see wild goats and such.
And I don’t know how long the sheep dung has been there, it has long been dried and hard in the sun.
Ready-made side house medicinal materials.
She instructed Chen Yusheng, "Go and pick up the sheep dung. After grinding it into powder, you can treat your chickens. Those who are not sick can also eat a little to prevent chicken plague."
"You actually asked me to pick up shit!!!" Chen Yusheng suspected that the other party was teasing him, and his face instantly dropped.
Not to mention Chen Yusheng, even Jin Ye and his party, plus Fu Yu and his subordinates, also thought so.
After all, Chen Yusheng also gave him the news. Fu Yu wanted to help him, but when he thought of facing Lu Lingyou, he immediately backed away.
Alas, it's just a little bit of animal cake, but it won't kill anyone if it gets on it.
Forget it, forget it, a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.
