After saying this, Yan Qingyao discovered the root cause. Looking at the population of their family, apart from her family, there were at least six people in each family in the village. She didn't know how long she had saved these thirty taels.
Yan Qingyao: "Then let's get some more together?"
Someone came behind Chen Chunsheng pushing a cart with packed medicinal materials. Yan Qingyao then remembered that the money they scraped together was to collect medicinal materials for the whole village. If a share was used to build houses for the villagers, the landlord would definitely I'm not willing to do that.
Chen Chunsheng looked at Yan Qingyao and then at the medicinal materials in the car: "Did you just say that you can cure this plague?"
Yan Qingyao nodded.
Chen Chunsheng sighed sadly: "Then let's cure the plague first!"
Only then did Yan Qingyao realize that although her environmental focus had not changed, she could still cure the plague in the villagers through medicine and then persuade them to improve their living environment.
"Okay." Yan Qingyao nodded.
Fortunately, she had done some information on this before when she was doing her thesis, so she first checked what was available in the store.
With the help of the system, penicillin, aspirin and artemisinin were produced, and a large number of lush medicinal plants were found in the subtropical climate of Yuemin.
The first dose of medicine came out just like that.
Yan Zhicheng took all precautions but failed to prevent it. He was infected along with him. He coughed in the room. Every time, he asked Yan Qingyao to put the food in front of the door. As soon as he opened the door, he could always smell a strange smell. Medicinal smell.
It wasn't until the next day that Yan Qingyao came in with a bowl of medicine. Yan Zhicheng coughed and covered his mouth. Zhao Cuihua on the bed had a high fever and was delirious. She muttered a few words to herself from time to time. Even when Yan Qingyao came in, she was confused. have no idea.
Yan Qingyao thought for a moment and pushed the medicine to Yan Zhicheng's mouth: "Brother, try it."
Yan Zhicheng subconsciously wanted to give a drink to his mother lying on the bed: "Is this the doctor's prescription? Is the plague curable?"
As he spoke, he lifted Zhao Cuihua who was lying on the bed and let her lean on his shoulders. Just as he was about to feed her the medicine, he heard Yan Qingyao say: "This is the medicine I made myself."
As soon as he said this, Yan Zhicheng's hand suddenly stopped, he looked at the medicine in his hand, and then at Yan Qingyao next to him: "This..."
Before he could speak, Yan Qingyao knew what he wanted to say: "I have a doctor."
It's just that this medicine has no effect, so she still doesn't dare to take risks with Zhao Cuihua.
Yan Zhicheng pursed his lips. Although there was doubt in his eyes about his sister, he still drank the whole medicine in one go.
He put Zhao Cuihua back on the bed and lay down. The two of them just looked at me and I looked at you. Even the space seemed to have suddenly become quiet.
After a long moment of silence, Yan Zhicheng said calmly: "You go out first, staying here will infect you."
Yan Qingyao shook her head, her eyes fixed on him.
Yan Zhicheng laughed dumbly: "I said he was poisoned to death, I will definitely tell you."
"You won't be poisoned." Yan Qingyao is still very confident about herself: "It's just that I'm afraid that the medicine I prepared will not be effective."
"Modulation?" Upon hearing these two words, Yan Zhicheng's veins jumped and he felt that he would not live long!
She needs to find out whether she has a royal physician father, but now she actually dares to prepare medicinal materials? She didn't make any of the novelty things in the barbecue restaurant, but I'm afraid this preparation isn't particularly good.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhicheng looked at Yan Qingyao with a sincere expression: "Your sister-in-law is still upstairs. If something happens after she leaves, please take care of her."
Yan Qingyao pursed her lips and looked straight at his face.
Yan Zhicheng was afraid that she might not hear, so he stretched out his hand and pushed her: "Do you hear me?"
Her eyes lit up and she looked at him: "Brother, your voice has healed."
"My throat..." Yan Zhicheng touched it subconsciously, only to find that his throat had become hoarse after several days of coughing. He just drank the medicine, and within half an hour, he no longer coughed, and his throat condition was slightly better. Got up a little.
Yan Qingyao immediately ran down: "I'll make another one for my mother to drink."
Yan Zhicheng was just about to stop her and tell her to keep an eye on her, but she was already far away in an instant, so he had no choice but to give up!
The second medicine came quickly. Seeing that his mother was already talking nonsense, Yan Zhicheng thought that he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor and fed the medicine to his mother.
In the evening, they each took a bowl of medicine. The next day, Yan Zhicheng got up from the ground, reached out and touched Zhao Cuihua's forehead. The fever had subsided.
Zhao Cuihua felt the touch on her forehead and subconsciously opened her eyes. After several days of confusion, she was a little confused when she opened her eyes. After a while, she slowly blinked: "Sincerity?"
The voice was hoarse, as if she had been thirsty for several days, and then she remembered that she had a fever a few days ago, and it was said that it was still a plague.
Yan Zhicheng poured tea from the table and handed it to her: "Mom, drink some water first."
A sweetness entered and slid down her throat, and she felt that her throat was no longer so uncomfortable.
"Did I survive? It's just an ordinary fever, right?" Zhao Cuihua looked at the familiar environment and was very happy.
What people of their generation are most afraid of hearing is the word plague, because to them, the plague is nothing more than a death notice. The most terrifying thing is the speed at which the plague spreads. If there is one in their village today, the whole town will be affected by it in the afternoon. It will be all.
Yan Zhicheng also smiled: "It's a plague."
These words made Zhao Cuihua feel cold.
Yan Zhicheng: "But you are almost recovered. You just need to drink medicine and you will be fine."
Hearing this, Zhao Cuihua was not overjoyed, but she couldn't bear to look at the house: "How much does this medicine cost? Are everyone in the village okay?"
Fortunately, her family has made some money in the past six months, but the situation may not be easy for the people in the village. If they cannot afford to pay for a doctor, sooner or later their family will be ruined.
Before Yan Zhicheng could answer, Yan Qingyao knocked on the door outside, brought out two pieces of medicine for today, and watched them each drink a bowl.
The bitter taste of this Chinese medicine made even a man like Yan Zhicheng frown and said to Yan Qingyao: "Sister, I don't have a headache today. I feel that my body is as good as before. It should be healed."
"No." Yan Qingyao shook her head: "You just think you are better. My master told me that after you have no symptoms, you have to drink for three days in a row before the remaining poison will gradually clear up."
When he heard that he would drink for three consecutive days, the word "Sichuan" between Yan Zhicheng's eyebrows could pick up a troublesome mosquito.
But after all, he cherished his life. He still had a wife and children to take care of, so he had to drink more and be careful.
Zhao Cuihua said doubtfully: "Your master..."
Before she finished speaking, Yan Qingyao snatched the conversation away: "Mom, you just woke up. You need to rest more and talk less."
