"Are these the most special herbs?"
Fang Qiu pointed to the strange-looking herbs in front of him and asked.
This herb looked very strange. At a glance, it looked like ordinary grass, but the blades of the grass were folded together like a folding fan. There was a seam in the middle, and there were red and blue colors in the seam. It looked quite nice.
"Yes."
The old man patted Fang Qiu on the shoulder and motioned Fang Qiu to put him down from his back. After he was on the ground, he said, "In the backpack, the red ones are Long Red Grass, the yellow ones are Light Yellow Grass, and the green ones are Lotus Heart Grass."
"What you see now is the most special Morning Flower in that prescription. Because these grasses will give people a colorful feeling under the sun every morning when there is dew, they look like brightly colored flowers, so we call them Morning Flower."
Hearing that.
Fang Qiu nodded with understanding.
Then, he immediately took out his mobile phone, opened the map, and then compared the latitude and longitude of this area.
After a comparison, he found that Morning Flower was similar to Desert Cistanche.
"I don't know how effective these Morning Flower is."
Fang Qiu murmured to himself.
If the effect of Morning Flower was the same as Desert Cistanche, then it was exactly right.
"Not only these in front of you, but all the Morning Flower you can see in front of you."
The old man waved his hand and pointed ahead.
"It's a large area."
Fang Qiu nodded and then asked curiously, "It's such a large area of herbs. Why are you so sure that I can't find them without you bringing me here?"
"Because Morning Flower is too ordinary."
The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "They look like ordinary weeds. They don't look like medicinal herbs at all. They are so ordinary that they are easy to be ignored."
Fang Qiu smiled.
He had the book given to him by Doctor Yang. In terms of herbs, Fang Qiu's attainments were very profound. Even if he had never seen Morning Flower before, as long as he sincerely looked for it, he would be able to deduce it after coming here.
However.
He did the old patriarch a favor. Not only did he save a few lives, but he could also find these herbs faster and easier. Why not?
Seeing this large area of Morning Flower.
Fang Qiu was also very happy.
For him, the more Morning Flower here, the better.
The more herbs there were, the lower the cost of treating malaria!
Seeing that the old man had already begun to pick, Fang Qiu did not hesitate and immediately began to help to pick. Soon, he had collected enough.
Subsequently.
Fang Qiu drove the old man back to the tribe.
As a result, as soon as he returned to the tribe, he heard all kinds of panicked and painful cries coming from the tribe.
"What's going on?"
After getting out of the car, Fang Qiu looked at the tribe and asked with a puzzled look.
It couldn't be helped. He couldn't understand what these people were saying, but he could hear the panic in their voices.
"Not good."
Hearing the urgent voice coming from the tribe, as soon as the old chief got out of the car, he immediately carried the basket on his back and rushed into the tribe. Fang Qiu followed closely behind.
He arrived at a stone house.
Fang Qiu saw that the innermost floor of the room was piled with a layer of stones, and on top of the stones was a thick pile of grass, which looked like a bed. At this time, a man was lying on the grass bed, tossing and turning, sweating profusely. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be in great pain.
"Malaria!"
Fang Qiu's face changed.
He didn't expect that someone in this tribe would also be infected with malaria.
No wonder when he was picking herbs just now, the old man would say that if he could cure malaria, then the tribe would be saved.
The old chief, who had been outside, certainly knew that the infection rate of malaria was very high. But as a member of the tribe, he would never abandon his clansmen. So even if his clansmen were infected with malaria, he would not leave. But he had been very worried in his heart, fearing that the tribe would be destroyed in his hands because of malaria.
"Malaria, it's malaria."
Seeing that his clansmen were sick, the old chief was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He said, "What should I do? What should I do?"
As he spoke, he suddenly saw Fang Qiu.
"Yes, you're a doctor. You can cure malaria."
The old chief immediately looked at Fang Qiu with a pleading look and said, "Please help my clansmen. I beg you to save him and save our tribe."
As he spoke, the old chief was about to kneel down to Fang Qiu.
"Don't."
Fang Qiu quickly reached out to stop him and said, "You're right. I'm a doctor. It's my duty to save people. You don't have to beg me. I'll definitely save the patient when I see him."
Speaking of this.
Fang Qiu immediately stepped forward to check the patient's physical condition.
However, because he came in a hurry, Fang Qiu didn't bring the Dark Plum Pill, so he couldn't give the patient the medicine directly.
"There's no medicine, then …"
Fang Qiu frowned and thought carefully. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Acupuncture!"
In the absence of medicine, the only treatment Fang Qiu could think of now was acupuncture.
Although he didn't bring silver needles.
But he had already learned how to use internal Qi as needles and could even perform surgery on people across the body. Wasn't it simple to use internal Qi as needles?
Moreover.
Before, Fang Qiu received a patient with malaria in Jiangjing Chinese Medicine Hospital. At that time, he used acupuncture to cure it, so he was familiar with the treatment.
He gently stretched out his hand and pressed on the patient's body. After comforting the patient who was in pain, Fang Qiu immediately activated his internal Qi and poured it into the patient's body.
Internal Qi needles.
Taking the Governor Meridian and Shaoyang Meridian as the main acupoints, dredging and regulating the Governor Meridian and reconciling Shaoyang!
The treatment prescription was: Dazhui, Tao Dao, Houxi, Jianshi, Yumen, Zu Linqi.
Matching acupoints: Heat plus Quchi, filiform needle purgative method. Malaria plus Zhangmen, moxibustion of Ruffian root. High fever and dizziness, point these twelve Jing acupoints to bleed.
Under Fang Qiu's comfort, the patient gradually calmed down.
Then.
He controlled internal Qi and began to insert the needles.
In fact, the so-called Internal Qi needles didn't really use internal Qi as needles to pierce acupoints, but directly used internal Qi to stimulate acupoints that needed acupuncture, so as to play the same role as acupuncture.
With Fang Qiu's treatment.
The painful expression on the patient's face finally began to ease. Previously, he felt particularly tossing and turning, particularly painful and uncomfortable. But now, under Fang Qiu's treatment, he could feel that there seemed to be something special in his body. It felt as if there was a stream of Qi swimming in his body. As this stream of Qi flowed, the condition of the patient's body was soon very clearly improved.
After a while, the treatment was over.
"It's done."
Fang Qiu withdrew his hands, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "His illness has been cured."
Hearing that.
The old patriarch hurried up with a surprised look and patted the patient lying on the straw bed.
"Hmm?"
The patient slowly opened his eyes, reached out to touch his chest, and then touched his whole body, and then immediately opened his mouth to say a lot of words that Fang Qiu couldn't understand at all. As he spoke, he was extremely excited and surprised, directly stood up, and danced.
Fang Qiu didn't understand, but the old patriarch and the others did.
As the patient's voice spread.
Everyone in the tribe, including the old patriarch, cheered wildly and excitedly.
"It's done. It's really done."
The old patriarch turned his head excitedly and said to Fang Qiu, "He told me that all his physical symptoms have disappeared, as if he had never been sick. He feels more powerful than ever."
Hearing that.
Fang Qiu marveled.
The physique of people in primitive tribes was much better than that of people in the city. He could stand up and jump as soon as he was cured.
At this time.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
The others suddenly began to shout as if they were doing some ceremony.
After shouting a few words, a group of people suddenly rushed up, lifted Fang Qiu up, and cheered loudly.
Fang Qiu cooperated with them with a smile.
When the cheers were almost over, the old patriarch hurriedly asked people to put Fang Qiu down, and then pulled Fang Qiu out of the room.
"Your treatment is really amazing. In just a few minutes, you can cure malaria. I really admire you very much."
The old patriarch first praised Fang Qiu, and then added, "If possible, I beg you to teach us the method of curing malaria, so that our tribe can pass on forever, no matter what price we have to pay!"
Fang Qiu shook his head.
"Why?"
The old patriarch immediately became anxious, thinking that Fang Qiu shook his head because he was unwilling to pass on the treatment method to him. He immediately grabbed Fang Qiu's arm and said eagerly, "You can ask for anything. As long as you say it, as long as our tribe can do it, I can promise you. I only ask you to teach us this method!"
"It's not that I don't want to."
Fang Qiu shook his head and explained, "It's because you can't learn it."
"Can't learn it?"
The old patriarch was confused.
Fang Qiu didn't say much. He directly reached out and grabbed the old patriarch's hand, and then transferred a stream of internal Qi into his body. The old patriarch immediately felt it.
"This, this …?"
The old patriarch looked at Fang Qiu in shock and asked, "This needs to be practiced?"
"Yes."
Although he didn't know how the old patriarch knew the word "practice", Fang Qiu still nodded with certainty and said, "This is a kind of practice method of our Huaxia. You can't learn it."
The old patriarch was very disappointed.
He thought that he could learn this method of curing malaria and let the tribe continue to pass on, but he didn't expect this result.
"However, I came here this time to solve the problem of malaria."
Fang Qiu said, "Although you can't learn my treatment method, as long as I develop a medicine that can cure malaria, you will no longer be troubled by malaria, right?"
"You mean, those medicines?"
The old patriarch asked.
"Yes."
Fang Qiu nodded and said, "The hope of curing malaria lies in that basket of medicines."
"Alas."
The old patriarch sighed and said, "We use this medicine to treat malaria all year round, but sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Even if it works, it can't completely cure malaria, so … the hope is not great."
"How do you know there's no hope if you don't try?"
Fang Qiu shook his head with a smile, then found the basket full of herbs and began to make the medicine himself.
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