Dongfang Qilong and the tea master looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.
"If it's a big hand solution, it means the effect is not ideal, because the toxins must be eliminated through urine." Zhao Ping explained.
"Has anyone asked the patient?" Zhao Ping looked around and asked.
At this time, Cheng Jie came over and he covered his mouth because he was about to yawn again.
He bowed to Zhao Ping and said, "Tell me, Mr. Young Master, the student asked those patients just now and said they needed to relieve their little hands."
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. It seemed that Smilax Poria was indeed effective.
Smilax poria and duck blood egg white have completely different functions.
Duck blood and egg white mainly precipitate heavy metals through protein, which are mainly eliminated through the gastrointestinal tract.
Smilax poria has a complexing function similar to that of later sulfhydryl chelates. It can combine heavy metals and other poisons, fully dissolve them in the urine, and be eliminated through the urethra.
Therefore, Smilax poria is the real medicine for relieving heavy metal poisoning.
Zhao Ping came to the two old people who were taken care of by Cheng Jie and asked about some situations.
Zhao Ping covered the two old people with quilts and asked about their welfare, making them feel warm.
"Which yamen is the junior official from?" The old man named Yun Zhongyi, with the support of his family, sat up from the bed and looked at Zhao Ping and said.
You are mistaken. Zhong Kui hurriedly stepped forward and said to Yun Zhongyi: "Official Zhao is not an official, but the deputy envoy of the Salt Department." Zhong Kui introduced him respectfully.
Yun Zhongyi was stunned and speechless. He did not expect that it was the deputy envoy of the Salt Department.
Seeing Zhao Ping's young age, the two old men thought he belonged to a high-ranking official's office.
Oh my god, at such a young age, he is actually taller than Yun Wuya, one of the biggest officials in their clan.
"The medicine to save the old man is the folk prescription provided by Mr. Zhao." Zhong Kui continued regardless of the expressions of the two old men.
In fact, your salt-making technology was also provided by Zhao Guanren. Zhong Kui thought for a while, but still did not say this.
Although the poisoning incident was originally caused by the craftsmen not following the regulations, these old people were ignorant.
After all, they are on top of the fire now, what if they blame Zhao Ping.
"Help me get up." Yun Zhongyi shouted to his three sons.
Zhong Kui and Zhao Ping looked at each other, wondering what the old man wanted to do?
The three sons were in their prime and soon helped Yun Zhongyi up.
"Help me get out of bed." Yun Zhongyi glared at his three sons, "Be more agile with your hands and feet."
Zhao Ping smiled and said: "The old man has been lying in bed for a long time, so he should move around under the bed more."
Under Yun Zhongyi's command, his three sons supported him and came to Zhao Ping.
He motioned for the three of them to let go, but Zhao Ping still didn't know why.
"Bang bang, bang bang!" Yun Zhongyi suddenly kowtowed in front of Zhao Ping, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for saving your life."
Zhao Ping also hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed in return, and said, "Old man, you can't do that. How can an old man kowtow to a kid?"
"Envoy, envoy." Yun Zhongyi continued to kowtow and said, "I originally thought I had arrived in the underworld, but I didn't expect that Zhao Guanren sent someone to rescue me from the King of Hell."
"We are all citizens of the Song Dynasty. It is natural to save lives." Zhao Ping also kowtowed and said.
"I drank the Smilax Poria Soup and I feel much better." Yun Zhongyi continued to kowtow and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."
At this point, Yun Zhongyi shouted: "The whole family kowtows to Mr. Zhao and thanks him for saving his life."
More than ten members of his family followed Yun Zhongyi and kowtowed to Zhao Ping.
"Why are you standing here? Why don't you come and thank Mr. Zhao for saving your life?" Yun Zhongyi glanced at his family.
Bang bang bang bang, Yun Zhongyi's family kowtowed to Zhao Ping one after another, their actions and tone were absolutely sincere, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for saving your life."
In fact, there is no need for Yun Zhongyi to shout, they also have this intention.
From Yun Zhongyi's words and actions, they already knew that several of Zhao Ping's prescriptions were indeed effective.
A stone fell to their hearts, and now their family was finally saved.
Zhong Kui wiped away tears with Yu Moyan, Dongfang Qilong, the tea ceremony leader and others.
Although I stayed up all night last night, it seems worth it now.
"Fortunately, the Smilax Poria Decoction came in time this time!" Dongfang Qilong said while wiping away tears.
"Yes, fortunately, I arrived in time," the tea master said while wiping away tears, "and the poisonous salt was not allowed to invade the bone marrow."
Cheng Jie wiped the sweat from his forehead and the tears on his face, "Smilax soup is more effective in cleaning poisonous salt than duck blood and egg white, but it tastes unpleasant."
They were happy, but one of the two girls was really unhappy.
Zhao Yi complained to Luo Xia: "Why did you have to sleep last night? It was comfortable to sleep last night, but it was a waste of opportunity for personal treatment."
"Isn't there still a chance today?" Luo Xia pointed at the patients in front of her and comforted Zhao Yi and said, "With so many patients in need of treatment, we can also witness miracles."
Zhao Yi happily clapped his slender hands and said, "Okay, now that we have first-hand records, we can write a paper and publish it again."
It turned out that her purpose was this, which made Luo Xia a little incredible.
The last time Zhao Yi published a paper in the "Journal of Zhaojiazhuang Medical Journal", he was upgraded from the first-level doctor to the second-level doctor.
Zhao Ping divided it into twenty levels, which is to continuously stimulate the doctor's enterprising spirit.
Among them, levels 1 to 5 are elementary, levels 5 to 10 are intermediate, levels 10 to 15 are associate advanced, and levels 15 to 20 are advanced.
Level is of course linked to salary, and it is also a symbol of honor and level.
Although it is only level one, it is difficult to obtain.
After all, this is Zhaojiazhuang's golden signature support, and this proof is recognized by Huren, Dali and other places.
Luo Xia was still in the internship stage, and she was extremely envious of Zhao Yi, a doctor.
What she says most now is that she hopes to obtain the first level of doctor, which is the entry qualification.
Seeing that Zhao Yi was promoted from the first level of doctor to the second level of doctor, Luo Xia held her quilt and cried all night.
Although she is one year younger than Zhao Yi, one is already a second-level doctor and the other is still a trainee doctor.
Zhao Yi looked at Luo Xia and said with a smile: "Sister, you are right to come to Jingyan. You will also have a copy of the paper."
Luo Xia couldn't help but smile after hearing this. The first-level doctor finally had hope.
She hurriedly gave Zhao Yi a Wanfu gift and thanked Zhao Yi for his help. It was a good friendship.
At Zhao Ping's signal, Yun Zhongyi's family helped him walk around the house.
Yun Zhongyi was sentenced to death by his family yesterday, and the news spread throughout the Yanfang residence.
The patriarch Yun Zhongxing even blamed himself for this, and he has now entered a state of madness.
He is still waving his arms and shouting to the sky: "God, retribution, retribution!"
The tribesmen around him looked at him indifferently, and some even spat at him and threw stones and mud at him. He seemed unconscious and even knelt down, praying to the sky to protect his people.
Perhaps his prayers were working, and he felt his arms being pulled up from the ground.
Someone beside him shouted happily: "Patriarch, patriarch, we are saved, we are saved."
He couldn't help being shocked, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Yun Zhongyi's two sons.
"What can be saved?" he asked tremblingly, afraid of losing something again.
The two sons raised their hands to the sky and said loudly: "Daddy is fine, he can get out of bed and walk."
"Oh my God, your eyes are finally open." He knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, making a thumping sound.
"It wasn't Cangtian, it was Zhao Guanren who saved the clan!" Yun Zhongyi's son hurriedly corrected him.
"It's the sky, it's the sky," Yun Zhongxing kowtowed and corrected his tribesmen, "Master Tian arranged for Zhao Guan to come and save the tribe."
"I never heard that Mr. Zhao was arranged by God to save us." One of his nephews said quietly to his brother.
"It should be arranged by God to save us." The elder brother thought for a while and said to his younger brother, "Otherwise, why was it so timely and the effect was so good?"
The younger brother thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true. God arranged for Zhao Guanren to come here specifically to save us."
Yun Zhongxing seemed to have woken up during this trip. He spent the whole night either complaining or praying to the sky.
Yun Zhongyi's two sons looked at each other, and the younger brother asked a little strangely: "Is the patriarch healed?"
"The clan leader is not sick at all, he is just worried about his clan members." The elder brother corrected him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" After the younger brother said this, he gave himself a slap in the face. How could he say that the patriarch was sick?
Yun Zhongxing shouted to everyone at this time: "There is help, there is help. God arranged for Zhao Guan to come and save the people."
The clan members couldn't help but look at each other when they saw that the clan leader was so crazy now but now he was conscious.
Some of them were still throwing stones, mud, and spitting at the patriarch, while others were looking around, hesitant.
The clan members looked at the clan leader in front of them and asked: "Isn't the clan leader crazy?"
"Is what he said true or false?" "Do you believe what the madman said?"
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Yun Zhongyi's two sons couldn't help but become anxious.
They hurriedly handed over to the clansmen and said, "I'm telling you, uncles and brothers, my father is now able to get out of bed."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, looked at each other, and then whispered.
"It's true. Didn't Yun Zhongyi say he almost died yesterday?" A said to B.
Bing looked at Yun Zhongyi's two sons and said to Ding: "He can get out of bed now. It seems that we can really be saved."
Everyone threw down the stones in their hands, and some couldn't help but hold each other's heads and cry, or throw their heads up and hug each other and laugh.
Some hurriedly ran to their homes to tell them the good news.
Yun Zhongyi knelt on the ground at this time, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly: "The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes, and it has arranged for Zhao Guan to come and save the people."
Everyone also knelt down on the ground, imitating the clan leader, raising his hands and shouting loudly: "The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes, and it has arranged for Zhao Guan to come and save the clan."
Later, the entire Yanfang residence was full of people kneeling on the ground, thanking heaven for arranging Zhao Ping to save the tribe.
Seeing these people suddenly kneeling down and thanking God for arranging his own officials to save the voice, Cuizhu couldn't help but twist her lips.
