jdhmnovel Chapter 112 Tuberculosis?
Chapter 112 Tuberculosis?
Su Mohui sat in a rocking chair, looking like she was enjoying the show, holding a little Taotie in her arms.
While stroking the fur, he praised, "It's so smooth."
Taotie looked helpless, because his owner liked furry things, so,
Just let her be.
Even the once majestic and handsome Qiongqi has now transformed into a black and yellow ball in the spiritual world...
Seeing that Qi Mo and the other two had almost finished interacting with the two beasts, Su Mohui reminded them, "Are you done interacting? Sign the contract quickly, or you'll have more trouble later."
After Su Mohui taught Qi Mo and the others how to contract a spirit beast, she carried Taotie to You Fuyao.
After all, I promised Bifang, but I still have to tell my master in advance.
I haven't seen you for seven days, and I don't know how Master is doing...
Su Mohui thought about it and quickened her pace.
Along the way, many people recognized Su Mohui as the winner of the spirit pet competition and greeted her. Some brave ones even wanted to step forward and touch the little ball in her arms.
But Su Mohui felt a little uneasy in her heart, and her strong sixth sense made her a little nervous.
After realizing something was wrong, she immediately trotted over to You Fuyao's alchemy room using the gait of a dragon.
The sun was very strong at noon. Although it was almost March and the solar term had not yet arrived, Su Mohui was already sweating profusely when he arrived at the Alchemy Building.
As soon as Su Mohui approached the alchemy room, she felt something was wrong. Why was this alchemy room... so cold?
She called softly, "Master."
But there was no response from inside the room. Su Mohui walked in quietly and called out again.
But when she was about to enter the inner room, she found You Fuyao fainted on the ground, with blood stains on the handkerchief in her hand.
This scene frightened her, and she hurriedly helped You Fuyao up and took his pulse.
"How can it be...."
Master’s illness is actually a common chronic disease in modern times?
She fed You Fuyao a blood-activating pill and a de-evil pill, then sat down beside her, waiting for You Fuyao to wake up.
It was almost half an hour before the latter slowly woke up.
Su Mohui frowned. Her many years of experience as a doctor in the army told her that You Fuyao's disease was an extremely common chronic disease, pulmonary tuberculosis, which is what people today often call pulmonary tuberculosis.
She poured a cup of tea, felt the temperature of the outside with her hand, and then handed it to You Fuyao.
After You Fuyao finished drinking the tea, he slowly said, "I hope I didn't scare you."
Su Mohui was stunned for a moment. At this time, he was still concerned about whether she was scared. Shouldn't he care about his own health?
But she looked at You Fuyao and responded gently: "It's okay. By the way, Master, do you know what disease you have?"
"I don't know." You Fuyao sighed and laughed at himself.
Su Mohui's brows were already furrowed. "I know what disease you have, and I am 90% sure I can cure it."
In fact, she was 100% sure, but it would be better to say 90% at the moment.
"Really?" You Fuyao immediately perked up. He confirmed with Su Mohui again and again, fearing that he had heard it wrong.
"Do you always feel weak, sweat, have difficulty breathing, and cough up blood around noon?" Su Mohui asked seriously.
"Indeed."
Su Mohui shifted her gaze from You Fuyao's pale face and lingered on a certain part of his body. "I can cure your illness. Just do as I say."
"Okay. Just tell me what herbs you need."
"It's okay." After saying that, Su Mohui picked up a pen and paper and densely wrote down the medicinal herbs he needed.
Panax notoginseng powder, Bletilla striata powder, Stemona tuberosa powder, White Peony Root, Rehmannia glutinosa, Poria cocos... She wrote almost a whole page before the pen in her hand stopped.
She handed the paper to You Fuyao and continued, "The first two are half a tael each, and the last few are one tael each."
After reading it, the latter carefully put the paper away.
Su Mohui no longer cared about the secret. After all, the other party was You Fuyao. After saying a few words, she closed her eyes and immersed her consciousness in the spiritual world.
Without paying attention to the cries of the beasts, she ran straight into her manor.
After picking up a small basket, he began to pick herbs, talking to himself as he went along.
"Thousand-year-old ginseng? No, no, I need one that's ten thousand years old. It can prolong my life..."
"Hundred-year-old kudzu flowers can cure dizziness and headaches. Take some more!..."
"Let's add a snow lotus to replenish blood..."
Before long, she had searched the entire medicinal garden with a basket of herbs.
He left the spiritual world here, and with a flip of his hand, the small basket appeared on the table in the room.
But the small basket was slowly disappearing. After all, it was a product of the spiritual world and could not stay outside for long.
You Fuyao's movements were even faster than Su Mohui's, and she had prepared all the herbs she had written down in a short while.
These herbs have almost been picked and are neatly placed on the shelves in the alchemy room.
Su Mohui, holding the medicinal herbs, also entered You Fuyao's alchemy room.
"Master, I've added a few more herbs for you." As she spoke, she also put the things on the shelf.
"This... ten thousand year old ginseng?! Where did you get it from?" You Fuyao frowned as he looked at the ten thousand year old ginseng and asked sternly.
Su Mohui touched his nose and said sincerely, "I found all these in the secret realm."
That's true, but I can't tell him that this was originally a thousand-year-old ginseng, and then it was upgraded in my spiritual world to become ten-thousand-year-old.
You Fuyao rubbed Su Mohui's head and said, "I was wrong about you."
Su Mohui didn't need to prepare anything. After sorting out the things she brought, she started to boil the Chinese medicine.
"Master, the medicine soup might be bitter, so I added mint leaves."
You Fuyao raised an eyebrow, "Medicinal soup?"
"Yes, it's similar to the potion made by the master, but this medicinal soup needs to be simmered for a long time to achieve the best effect."
Su Mohui poured the herbs into the pot one by one, added water, and began to boil.
Bring to a boil over high heat for 15 minutes, then reduce to low heat and simmer for 15 minutes.
Watching her steps, You Fuyao also went over the process of refining the potion in his mind.
Seems... pretty much the same?
But he did not speak at this time. After all, this was brewed by his good disciple for him. Even if it was poison, he had to drink it!
If Su Mohui knew what he was thinking, she would probably roll her eyes at him.
After all...she is not the kind of person who would murder her own master.
After about three quarters of an hour, the Chinese medicine was ready.
Su Mohui stepped forward and used her mental power to lift the hot lid.
For a moment, the aroma of medicine was strong and soon spread to every corner of the room, with a faint hint of bitterness.
After a while, Su Mohui served a bowl and after confirming that it was slightly hot, she handed it to You Fuyao.
The latter just stared at the medicine for a few seconds with a frown, then brought it directly to his mouth, tilted his head back, and drank it in a few big gulps.
Su Mohui conjured up a candy like a magic trick, "The medicine is bitter, Master, please have a candy."
As he spoke, he blinked his eyes, looking very cute.