Medicine is an extremely rigorous thing, and there is no room for slackness.

Speaking of which, Xiao Han cannot be regarded as a doctor, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person with some medical knowledge. At this point, Old Man Hua should have the most right to speak. Later, in order to change this, he forced Xiao Han to study with him for a period of time, but he could reluctantly choose to give up later.

There's no way, this apprentice of his, although his brain is still quite smart. There are also a lot of amazing ideas, but the biggest drawback is that the personality is too out-of-the-box and has no perseverance, which is precisely the biggest enemy of the doctor.

Just when Xiao Han ran back to sleep last night, Sun Simiao, who had not rested for a day or two nights, was still here to stay.

I was really sleepy, so I sat on the chair and squinted for a while, and when I woke up, I continued to check the patient's pulse and observe the condition. And all this was recorded in detail for later study.

This is a truly admirable healer! Perhaps, because of this, Sun Simiao will be passed down through the ages, and the incense of Yaowang Mountain will continue for thousands of years.

Leaving behind the excited guards, Xiao Han entered the house alone. As soon as I entered the door, I first saw a small circle of people inside.

There is Yuan Dake, there is Yelu, and there are a few Langzhong who have been here. is helping Sun Simiao to sort out the detailed process of the epidemic.

Unable to bear to disturb them, Xiao Han tiptoed behind them and stretched his neck to look inside.

Sun Simiao wrote with a pen, and the people around him kept making additions. Rows of small characters are born on slightly yellowed rice paper like flowing water, which is very beautiful, and it is not the same as Xiao Han's slush chicken feet!

Glancing enviously at the brush in Sun Simiao's hand, Xiao Han turned around and glanced to the side.

I don't know how long these people have been writing, anyway, there is a lot of paper that has been written on the table, and they are all spread out to dry the ink. Xiao Han looked at it, and it recorded all the processes of malaria from prevention to treatment in detail!

These are different from the minimalist recording style of other books, they record it all in great detail! Even the living environment of mosquitoes and flies, and what birds and finches can prey on mosquitoes and flies are recorded. With this information, if malaria occurs again in any place in the future, local officials only need to take the medicine according to the script, and there is no possibility of any mistakes.

Sun Simiao wrote very seriously, and the people around him also added it very seriously, and even Xiao Han didn't notice it. It wasn't until after a stick of incense that Sun Simiao wrote the last word on the paper, and then he saw Xiao Han, the old man with his neck stretched.

"Huh? Xiao Hou, when are you here? Sun Simiao rubbed his eyes and asked Xiao Han.

Xiao Han snorted and said, "Oh, I just came, just came." I was thinking about the condition here last night, and I ended up getting up late......"

He didn't have the face to say that he slept darkly, so he hurriedly borrowed Pei Yuan's words in the morning, and no one could debunk them anyway.

As soon as these words came out, as he thought, no one despised his laziness, but attracted the attention of the people around him.

"Xiao Hou's hard work......"

"Xiao Hou is really the pillar of the country......"

“……”

It's good to care, just listening to these words, it's just a copy of Xiao Han's words complimenting Pei Yan in the morning!

However, at the beginning, Xiao Han scolded Pei Yuan in his heart while complimenting, and he didn't know if this smiling person was the same as himself in his heart.

Sun Simiao stood up and smiled as Xiao Han returned the salute with the people around him. Then he put the paper on the table back and handed it to Xiao Han and said, "Hehe, you came just in time!" Let's take a look at what we've documented, and if there's anything missing? ”

"Good! Good! Xiao Han took the pile of paper with a smile and flipped through it casually, just now he had seen it almost in the back, and there was nothing to add at all, at this time it was actually just a look.

The pile of paper quickly turned to the last page, and when Xiao Han saw the signature of the payment, his brows suddenly furrowed. After thinking about it, he reached out and took the pen, crossed out his name at the cashier, wrote Sun Simiao's name in the first place, paused, and wrote the names of Yuan Dake, Zhang Bao, and Yelu at the back, and then carefully dried the ink and handed it to Sun Simiao: "Oh, that's it!" ”

Sun Simiao subconsciously took the paper and asked with some surprise: "Xiao Hou, who are you?" ”

Xiao Han laughed and said, "Daochang Sun, you don't understand!" You see, this can be said to be a cure. If the signature is me, then people in other places will inevitably murmur in their hearts: Who is this unknown boy? What he writes can be believed?! In this way, it would be nice to be able to use eight points for the original ten recipes!

And if you change it to Sun Daochang, people will naturally be convinced, and this recipe may be more attentive than us! Therefore, in order to promote this recipe smoothly, you have to make another contribution! ”

Xiao Han said with a smile, it seems to make sense, but all the people present are human spirits, how can you not see the hidden meaning in this?

Yuan Dake's cheeks on the side moved, and he was about to speak, but he was 'inadvertently' touched by Ye Lu next to him, and the words in his mouth were not said in the end.

This great credit, although I don't know why Xiao Han doesn't want it, but they really need it! Not to get rich for promotion, just to not put the sin of the plague on your head.

Sun Simiao has always been very indifferent to fame and fortune, so naturally he will not care about a signature! glanced at Xiao Han with a little meaning, and handed over these sorted things to Yuan Dake, after all, he still needed to arrange someone to send them to Chang'an.

Things were decided so happily, so that everyone who was happy or puzzled was busy with their own things, and Sun Simiao walked out with Xiao Han.

At this time, there were more than half of the people in the courtyard outside, and some family members who came to pick up the patient saw Sun Simiao and came over to kowtow to him, so under Sun Simiao's comfort, he wiped his tears and walked out of the door.

I didn't want to always call people to come over and kowtow, so Sun Simiao and Xiao Han walked from the corridor on the edge of the front yard to the backyard, which had been sorted out separately and used to extract Artemisia annua juice.

In addition, the equipment has been changed from a simple skein to a guy like oil extraction. With it, the juice hidden in the innermost part of the astragalia can also be squeezed out, and the effect will be better than before.

The laborers were tired all night, and they all went to rest, and this huge backyard was empty, leaving only Sun Simiao and Xiao Han.

"Daochang Sun, has this malaria really been cured?" Xiao Han looked at the people around and said the doubts in his heart to Sun Simiao.

In fact, he has been wondering since just now, saying that illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. How could malaria cure cure for so many people overnight?

Sun Simiao picked up a handful of squeezed artemisia grass from the ground, put it in the palm of his hand and slowly twisted it, and waited until the dried grass clippings fell to the ground, and then said to Xiao Han: "It's not so fast, but now that I have found an effective method, it will only take a long time to heal." ”

"Then why don't you keep them here?"

"Staying here is the same as letting them go home, and here, there's always a sense of isolation for them. When I return home, I don't have so many suspicious thoughts, and I can make my illness heal faster! ”