Zan Ying is quite dull on weekdays, but his medical skills and character are fine.

This is also the reason why Qin Mo trusts him. This person is a truly kind person.

"Okay, write it to you!"

"Hi, Duke Jun, I will thank you for your behalf on behalf of the people of the world."

"Don't be happy so early. I'll write the recipe to you, but it can't be used for free." Qin Mo said: "We have to take this special effect formula in our own hands and use it to make money."

Zan Ying frowned, "Why do you need to make money with it? Do you know that the people in the world have suffered from these epidemics for a long time?

I thought you were broad-minded, but now I look at you, you are also a man with a lot of money!”

"Pediatric, ignorant, ignorant!" Qin Mo's nose was pissed, "If I had a stinky hand, could the method of cowpox make you useless?

Is it not good for me to hold it in my hand? If you plant acne and collect ten big kids, you can earn him 200,000 or 300,000 taels of silver!"

Zan Ying looked stern, "Since you can do it for free in the prevention and control of smallpox, why can't these two prescriptions be paid for free?"

"Does pharmaceuticals not cost? Transportation not cost? Saving medicines not cost?" Qin Mo snorted: "Do you know how much money the imperial court spent on promoting the vowel pox law? It's less than 50,000 taels!

This penicillin and artemisinin are not easy to make, and the cost is dozens of times that of vowelpox, and it is even more difficult to preserve.

You have to charge medical treatment and medication for people, right?"

Zan Ying opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

"Also, since I have contributed the prescription, I didn't want to make a lot of money with this prescription, but the money I earned can be used to develop basic medicine, encourage more people to study prescriptions, or set up a medical award.

To help the world, it is not only about studying, defending the enemy, but also about saving lives and helping the wounded.

On the premise of ensuring that there will be no losses, a charity hospital is established to provide free treatment to poor people.

If you want to do good deeds, do you have to have enough food first?”

Hearing this, Zan Ying looked ashamed and stood up and bowed deeply to Qin Mo, "It's me that I am narrow-minded, and the handsome king is broad-minded, which is rare in the ages!"

Qin Mo curled his lips and said, "My hands are covered with copper smell, but I can't stand this kind of praise!"

"You can bear it. I am a little kindness, and the one who is Junguo Gong is a true great kindness!" Zan Ying said seriously.

Not far away, Li Yue also sighed very much, "Hanzi is the kindest person I have ever seen."

Princess Jing'an also said: "Yes, it's just too easy to suffer losses. Brother Yue, you have to take good care of him!"

"I understand, aunt!" Li Yue nodded.

"Doing hard, having that child is really proud!" Li Yuan said with a smile.

For three days, Qin Mo and others were in Da'an Palace. The prescription for Zan Ying really played a certain role. At least the old man's fever subsided and his lung sound was not so obvious.

I coughed up less yellow phlegm every day.

After Zan Ying finished the diagnosis of the pulse, "If it improves, the lung pulse will not be weak. That prescription is effective!"

"Okay, it's great!" Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. However, it took three days to improve, which means that the effect of the prescription is not particularly strong.

The old man is well-nutrition and has so many people serving him every day, but ordinary people don’t have this treatment.

"Zan County Male, how long will it take for the father to recover?" asked Princess Jing'an.

"It's not clear, as long as it doesn't continue to deteriorate, it should be cured in three to five days." Zan Ying said: "Duke Jun gave me enlightenment. There are indeed many types of wind and cold. If you cannot distinguish the types of wind and cold well, and use the unified prescription to treat it, it will not only be effective, but it may worsen the symptoms."

"If you can overcome this cold, it will be a great merit." Li Yuan's lungs have been coughing out these days, and he feels like he is walking through the gate of hell. "Jingyun, I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd really go to see the ancestors in advance this time."

"Bah, say all unlucky words!"

"Okay, I feel that it's getting better. You three go and do your own business. Don't stay in Da'an Palace. I'll be cured in a few days before going out!" Since I've improved, there's no need to let them be here.

"Father, I'll stay." Princess Jing'an said.

"Everyone left, let me be quiet for a few days!"

Princess Jing'an was helpless, but they had been in Da'an Palace for a long time and had not persisted and left the palace.

In the blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival is here.

Since Li Yuan improved, his improvement has improved day by day, and he has been completely cured this day.

Li Yuan was so irresistible for the past ten days.

After he recovered, he immediately went to the stage to have a good time.

Qin Mo looked at the angry old man and his heart completely returned to his stomach.

According to Li Yuan's current physical fitness, living for ten years will not be a problem.

Just as he was thinking, Xu Que came to inform him, "Governor, the Ji tribe members have entered the capital!"

"Damn, I really know how to get stuck in time!" Qin Mo said with annoyance: "Don't worry, let's talk about it after the Lantern Festival!"

"The governor, there are five or six thousand people, from eighty to March, and it is vast!"

"Damn, are they all the Ji family's direct descendants?"

"Women, elderly, and children account for most of them." Xu Que said.

"Oh, I'm so annoying. I won't stop after the Lantern Festival!" Qin Mo stood up and said to the guard beside him: "I'll leave first, tell the old man later!"

Half a year ago, the Ji family was targeted by people from the Six Doors.

More than a month ago, Liusanmen joined forces with the Bohai Navy to control the Ji family and began a large-scale migration.

Five or six thousand people, hundreds of ships were used to transport them.

Ji Zhisheng looked at the tribe members and felt helpless. If he had to come, he would die.

Qin Mo grabbed the handle of the Ji family and Li Shilong raised his knife.

If he hadn't made a quick decision, how many would have survived now?

That day he knelt in front of Li Shilong. Li Shilong said it very clearly. If it weren't for the merits of his ancestors, he would have killed the nine clans long ago.

Li Shilong needed their theories to stabilize the court. If the people of the world knew that the saints they admired would collapse directly if they did such a thing.

The cry of women and children and the sigh of the old man made Ji Zhisheng's head explode.

The bitter wind blew, and Ji Zhisheng felt sad in his heart, "Don't cry, since he came, he would be at ease, crying, what does it look like!"

"Honor, everyone leaves their hometown, take more responsibility!"

"Yes, it's such a cold day, and there's not even a place to live. When will my clan fall to this point!"

"Where is Qin Mo, why haven't you come yet? Do you want to freeze us to death?"

The Ji people were full of resentment and were scolded.

Next song!

The six doormen guarding them drew their swords one after another: "I'm Ge, I dare to scold the governor and kill you!"

"Rude, how can you use a knife to deal with the saints' juniors!"
Chapter completed!