"In this way, the plague on the epidermis can be removed. If the exterior symptoms are relieved, then decoct the herbs and take it orally, it may save your life and may be cured."

Jiang Chengjia stood up from the desk, listened to the military doctor's words, frowned, and murmured to himself: "Use medicinal juice to mix herbal powder and stir it into a paste and apply it to people? Is this method feasible?"

This is a method used to treat trauma. It can be tried every time when the knife and sword injuries are injured. However, Ningnan is worried about internal symptoms, and the poison and epidemic is dangerous, and it attacks the internal organs, which naturally makes Jiang Chengjia confused.

At this time, Nian Qian said: "The two military doctors' ideas coincide with the lower level. Applying the medicinal paste externally and decocting or taking it can really double the effect. However, this medicine may be carefully considered and should not be taken care of.

Junhou still has knife and sword injuries on his body. He produces heat in his body. In addition to the plague, it is mostly caused by infection in the wounds of the skin and flesh. If the high fever does not subside, the wound will continue to worsen and symptoms of suppuration appear. If we want to apply medicinal paste external application, we must take into account the sword injuries on his body.

Otherwise, even if he could use this method to cure the red blisters on Junhou's body and gradually eliminate the plague poison, he would still be able to die in the end by the corruption of the sword wounds."

The military doctors nodded and agreed: "It's true. We have discussed the prescription for mashing into paste with each other, but... your medical skills are limited, the amount of herbs, and the grasp of the medicinal properties... You still need to consider it by doctors in the year."

As the words were about to fall, they took out a silk book from their arms and handed it to Nian Qian.

Nian Qian glanced at it and took out a piece of silk under the ancient scroll piled in front of the table, spread it flat, and placed it in front of everyone, saying, "I have also written a list of medicine paste. Unlike you, I used two medicines that are used to heal and evil, and added them to improve the strength of this prescription."

The military doctors lowered their heads and looked at the list spread on the desk, and immediately hesitated: "This, are these two medicines... used too hard? Moreover, with such a large dose... I am afraid that Junhou can't resist it."

Nian Qian nodded and said, "Yes, I do have this concern, so I didn't take it out and tell you before."

“However…”

He turned around and said, "I have been following ancient books and documents for a long time, but I have not found a more suitable treatment method. At present, the prescription in my hand is the most effective one. The king is not conscious at this moment. Therefore, the most important thing is to hold his spirit. If the energy is sufficient, it can resist the strength of the medicine."

"I thought about it and it would be better to add alpine Rhodiola, Astragalus, and Ginseng juice to the herbs taken in the decoction to raise the spirit of the king and give him enough energy to fight against the plague."

The military doctor thought about it and nodded as if he had thought, "This method may work."

The three of them discussed at a glance and said, Jiang Chengjia, who was standing aside, became more anxious as he listened, and stepped forward in three or two steps and said, "Don't talk about it anymore. No matter what method you have to try, if we just talk about it on this paper, then we will never find a cure."

The girl stood in the candlelight vignette, with a vague figure. The military doctor came back to her senses and was attracted by the distant and peaceful temperament of her body, and her expression was instantly condensed. Nian Qian looked over and replied softly: "Axiu is right. Time is tight. If you don't find a way, you will not only be able to save the life of the Lord, but you will not even be able to save the people infected with the plague on Luoshi Street. If this causes panic in the city, it will be our fault."

The two military doctors immediately woke up and bowed to Nian Qian and said, "Doctor Nian is right. I will ask someone to arrange it when I wait here. I will immediately pound the medicine and mix the paste and boil the soup. Please wait here."

Nian Qian said silently and watched the two leave.

Jiang Chengjia stood aside, lowered her head, frowned, and was anxious. It was late at night, and Ning Nanyou's condition had not improved at all. Her heart was in a mess, and black shadows appeared frequently in front of her.

Nian Qian noticed something was wrong with her, rushed forward, held her and said, "People Master... are you okay?"

There was no one in the room now, so Nian Qian dared to call the Lord of Jiang Chengjia. He said with a worried look: "You have been waiting for several nights to check the prescriptions on the ancient scrolls. If this continues, your body will not be able to bear it. It is better... while the military doctors are boiling medicine and decocting medicine, go to the ear room to sleep for a while. If the Junhou's condition improves, you fall down... it will be a loss."

"No." Jiang Chengjia pushed him away, walked to the side of the desk, sat down, and continued to copy the records on the document, looking for a more reliable cure.

Nian Qian sighed helplessly, chased after him and advised him one after another: "Master, please listen to my advice! Go and rest for a while! I have subordinates here to take care of you, and you will not make any mistakes."

Jiang Chengjia ignored his advice, lowered his head and read the ancient books in his hand expressionlessly.

Nian Qian said persistently: "People... don't do this. If something happens to you, my subordinates really can't explain to Mrs. Mu. She has issued a deadly order and will take you back safely and must not have any mistakes. You... don't make things difficult for me."

Jiang Chengjia was a little annoyed by his persuasion. He raised his eyes and rolled his eyes, and said coldly: "If you say something more, I will let you go back to Shuilou and stay there."

Nian Qian stopped even further, his face stiff, turned around in a dusty face, and sat back to the desk.

Jiang Chengjia supported her head, and her eyes became more and more dizzy, gradually making her unable to see the words on the ancient scroll. She put down her pen helplessly, closed her eyes to rest for a moment, and opened her eyes again, but she felt even more uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, licked her dry lips, looked at the couch with concern, and then turned her eyes to the opposite desk, and said in a low voice: "Nian Qian."

The husband immediately raised his head, looked at her, and quickly responded: "I am here, what are the instructions of the Pavilion Master?"

Jiang Chengjia sighed: "I am indeed a little unsupported. Can I leave it to you here... can I feel at ease?"

Nian Qian nodded repeatedly and said, "Natural, don't worry, my subordinates will take good care of Gu Junhou. If there is any emergency situation, I will notify you immediately! Don't worry, go to the ear room to rest."

Jiang Chengjia frowned, and his brain hurt a little, so he nodded and said, "Okay, just as you said."

She stood up tremblingly, shook her side and side for a few times, and finally stood firm, she felt a sense of nausea and vomiting coming from her chest. She gasped for a long time, took a breath, frowned, stepped out, and stumbled out.

Nian Qian was behind, taking care of her step by step, for fear that she would fall.

Jiang Chengjia fell into the ear room drowsyly, staggered to the couch, and fell directly into the cushion. In less than a cup of tea, she fell asleep completely and slept deeply. She stayed up for several nights and was indeed a little unable to bear it. She slept without knowing the time at all, and she was unable to wake up.

It was the second night when she woke up again.

She slept without knowing the time, and when she saw the sky was still as dark as jade outside, she thought she had only slept for a while. She stretched out her muscles and turned over from the bed, feeling that the air was extremely fresh and her spirit was extremely refreshing.

She was a little amused and cried. She had just slept for a while and was so useful that she could relax her body and mind, and recover her physical strength so quickly.

Jiang Chengjia was sleeping with her clothes, and she didn't even take off her oil paper cloak. She took care of her clothes a little, ran out of the ear room, and rushed to the main room. The lights in the house were still bright, and several figures were printed on the thin paper in the bright window, gathering together, as if discussing something.

Jiang Chengjia pushed the door open and saw a group of doctors gathered beside the bed, discussing the next treatment method around the desk.

Nian Qian's ears were pointed, and when he heard the movement outside the pearl curtain, he immediately got up and looked out of the screen. He saw the girl at first sight. He immediately stood up and went forward and asked, "Axiu? Are you finally awake? How is your body feeling? Do you still feel dizzy and discomfort?"

When Jiang Chengjia heard him use the word "final", he said in confusion: "Your tone seems to be like I've been sleeping for a long time?"

Nian Qian nodded and said, "Yes, you have been sleeping for a day and a night."

"One day and one night?" Jiang Chengjia's face changed. He looked at the dark night outside, grabbed Nian Qian's arm, and asked, "I, why did I sleep for so long? Then... what about Junhou? How about Junhou?"

She didn't expect that she would sleep so heavily, so she felt panicked and suddenly felt a little frightened.

Nian Qian hurriedly comforted her and said, "Don't worry, don't worry! Junhou is not hindered! The prescriptions for external and internal administration last night were very effective and had completely restrained the plague in his body. The red blisters on his chest and back gradually faded, and there were much less. But... Junhou's sword and knife injuries were too serious, and because of the epidemic, the injury worsened and the wound became pus. Although he had receded at the moment, he was still unconscious and unconscious."

"His epidemic has subsided?" Jiang Chengjia grabbed the point and asked carefully.

Nian Qian said: "Yes. Although the plague has not been completely removed, after my careful care and the military doctors, I took the pulse and took care of it all day and night, I finally had some effect."

Jiang Chengjia finally took a breath, the tense strings of his heart finally relaxed a little, and he unconsciously broke out in cold sweat.

She continued to ask, "Okay, that's fine. Then...what should I do after that?"

"I am discussing the next treatment plan with all the military doctors, and I have already browned. At this time, Junhou's plague is no longer an attack, and the seriousness is still the sword wound on him. Therefore, we will treat his external injuries next." Nian Qian answered truthfully, comforting her: "These military doctors in the room are all good at dealing with the external injuries caused by this iron tool. You can rest assured that Junhou has saved his life and he will definitely wake up."
Chapter completed!