Bianjing little doctor

Xin Yi was woken up by a series of firecrackers.

The artillery of this era is no worse than that of the later generations. The sound came in the silent early morning, shocking half the sky.

Xin Yi opened the curtain restlessly.

"Apricot balls."

Xingyuan came over in a cloak, "Lady, why are you awake?"

Xin Yi pressed his forehead, "Didn't you hear the firecrackers?"

Xingyuan pricked up her ears and listened for a moment, "I heard it now, it seems to be coming from the Imperial Street..."

Perhaps because time travel has an innate advantage, Xin Yi is superior to ordinary people in terms of strength, sense of smell and hearing, but Xing Yuan is not so sensitive.

"Did Yinshuang fly back?"

Xingyuan shook her head.

"It takes a lot of time to go back and forth, and with boats passing by on the river, it must take some time for Yinshuang to find the county king."

Xin Yi smiled and said, "You think Yinshuang looks like you."

Xingyuan smiled shyly, "The maidservant, go and have a look..."

Yinshuang's cage is placed by the window in the ear room, empty, where are the birds?
Xin Yi sat up from the bed, her unwashed little face was full of worry, "No, I can't just sit and wait in Beijing..."

It was extremely cold at night, Xingyuan saw that she was wearing thin clothes, fearing that she would catch cold, so she quickly pulled up the quilt to wrap her body.

"What is the lady going to do? Could it be..."

Before her voice fell, Xin Yi had already answered, "Go to Yangzhou."

"Ah." Xingyuan has always been calm and calm, and she was too shocked to speak.

"The Princess of the County is going at this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Princess to explain, and it's not safe without the escort of the King of the County..."

"If you can't explain it, find a way. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?" Xin Yi lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, and found that her body sank a lot, and subconsciously stroked her lower abdomen, she said:
"Don't sleep, change my clothes for me. I have to get up and stroke."

Xing Yuanyuan was in a hurry, "It's not yet dawn, what is the lady trying to do..."

Xin Yi didn't seem to hear it, looking down at his feet, his thoughts drifted away.

After a while, she sat in front of the desk, Xingyuan held the fire cage beside her, yawned and rubbed her ink.

Xin Yi glanced at her, "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Xingyuan knew that the master was going to write something at this time, and didn't want her to wait on her side, so she walked away.

Xin Yi buried his head on the desk, writing and drawing on the paper with the dim light.

Today is the 28th of the first month of the second year of Zhihe, and it has been ten days since Yu Du, son of Qingyu, came to the pharmacy for the first time to consult her.

What prompted Xin Yi to write that letter to Fu Jiuqu was Young Master Qingyu's illness and his coming from Yangzhou, which reminded him of a side mission in "Fu of Bianjing".

—— Yangzhou strange disease.

Young master Qingyu suffers from that kind of disease.

The condition comes from the setting of the Chinese medicine team, similar to typhoid fever, and the treatment is not complicated.

The first time he gave Fang, Xin Yi used the original treatment plan, which was the same as the one passed to Fu Jiuqu.Ordinarily, after Young Master Sapphire takes it, there will be obvious improvement.

However, three days later, Mr. Qingyu came to the door again, still coughing badly.

Not only that, he was also accompanied by symptoms such as nausea and vomiting, lethargy, diarrhea, and blood in the stool, and his condition obviously deteriorated further.

This is equivalent to a disease cured by Xin Yi's hands.

Xin Yi did not prescribe medicine this time, but told him to bring the prescriptions and medicine residues he had taken before.Unfortunately, no abnormality can be seen from the prescription, it is a normal typhoid prescription, which is basically symptomatic.

But he could no longer find the used dregs.

Xin Yi asked the doctor again and found that he had kidney damage, and suspected that he was poisoned.

But Mr. Qingyu thinks that he has not made any enemies, let alone made enemies with others, and his diet is even more ordinary, so he can't think of the possibility of poisoning at all.Right now, Xin Yi has no way to do a toxicity test for him.

Seeing that his health was deteriorating, Xin Yi had no choice but to admit him to the ward of the medicine workshop, order two assistants to take care of him, and asked Ge Huan to observe at any time.

After nearly seven days of treatment, Young Master Qingyu's health improved significantly.

But Xin Yi still couldn't sleep.

She felt that there must be something wrong...

From Mr. Qingyu's "Song of the Cave Immortal", to a strange disease without clues, she had an unfounded but very definite sixth sense. There must be some kind of connection between these things.

It is a line that is both in the plot and outside the plot, unknown to her and Fu Jiuqu.She even thought it might have something to do with the treasure that Fu Jiuqu said had been deleted.

She wrote to ask Fu Jiuqu's opinion. After all, he was the one who read the original version. However, Yinshuang was gone forever. Apart from the changes in the matter, she also worried about Yinshuang's safety.

The light flickered slightly.

Xin Yi regained consciousness and looked at the clues written on the paper.

Cave Immortal Song - Treasures of the Southern Tang Dynasty - Strange Diseases in Yangzhou - Prince of Pingyuan County - Black Gunpowder Workshop - Young Master Qingyu -

Those events and characters strung together by her are enlarged in front of her eyes little by little.

Suddenly, a light flashed in her mind.

"Aristolochia."

Aristolochia is a traditional Chinese medicine.

Relieving cough and relieving asthma, suitable for coughing, chest tightness, yellow phlegm and lung carbuncle...

At the same time, Aristolochia contains aristolochic acid, which has obvious nephrotoxic and carcinogenic effects, and can cause symptoms such as diarrhea and blood in the stool, and has a fatal effect on patients with poor kidney function. The symptoms of poisoning are very similar to those of Qingyu Gongzi.

But Xinyi's focus is not on this...

She picked up a pen and drew a circle on the "Black Powder Workshop".

Aristolochia is a traditional Chinese medicine, and it is also a medicine that can cause fire. When it is burned, it becomes charcoal, which can be used to make black powder.At first, gunpowder was discovered and used by humans in alchemy practice, and there was Aristolochia.

"Two taels of sulfur, two taels of nitrate, three and a half cents for aristolochia..."

Xin Yi inexplicably thought of the process of the invention of black powder, and his mind was buzzing.

"To make black powder, isn't it more convenient to use charcoal?"

When the sky was bright, a thin layer of sweat was seeping from her back.

Xingyuan knocked on the door and came in, seeing her flushed face, she was startled, "What's wrong, lady?"

Xin Yi tore up the white paper he had written, threw it into the fire cage, watched the flames licking up, and loosened the tie of the fur cloak.

"The fire cage was placed so close that it nearly cooked me."

Xingyuan snorted, smiled and stepped forward to wipe her sweat.

"Lady, Yinshuang has returned."

Xin Yi was taken aback, how could he sit still?

She brushed Xingyuan's hand away, opened the door and went out in three steps at a time.

When the cold wind blew, she sneezed, and the bird that was pecking on the window sill heard the sound and flapped its wings and flew towards her.

This bird is very human.

As soon as Xin Yi stretched out his arm, it stopped on it and pecked her affectionately.

"You scared me to death." Xin Yi grabbed Yinshuang and subconsciously went to get the letter on her anklet.

A small note was rolled into a paper tube, with four simple words.

"Thank you for letting me know."

That's all?

When she wrote to the letter, besides attaching the prescription, she also specifically explained Mr. Qingyu's consultation and her doubts.Why is this person acting like he can't understand?

Xin Yi took a breath, feeling the coldness from the nose to the mouth.

well!After all, it's not Brother Nine, and he lacks a tacit understanding with her.

"Lady, what did the king say?" Xingyuan looked at her back and asked in a low voice.

Xin Yi rolled up the note into his sleeve, "Take care of Yinshuang, and we'll talk about it when I come back from the pharmacy."

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The wind is cold and the water is cold, the temperature has dropped today, and the city of Bianjing is chilly.

Seeing today's tabloid in the pharmacy, Xin Yi knew the reason for the firecrackers in the early morning.

Yan Shu, a scholar of Guanwendian and Shangshu of the Ministry of War, is gone.

This famous politician and writer who entered the test as a child prodigy, once ruled the world, and had a profound impact on the Northern Song Dynasty court died this winter.

"There is no choice but to fall, and it seems that Yan is returning."

Xin Yi stood on the wooden platform on the second floor, looking at the water of the Wuzhang River, reciting Yan Zhu's words, thinking that he was in the same era as the great poet, and was in a trance.

"Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world..."

There was a sudden chanting in the yard, accompanied by a heavy cough.Xin Yi looked down, and saw the solitary young master Qingyu dressed in white.

She frowned, tied up her cloak and went down to the courtyard.

"Why don't you rest in the ward? It's cold outside, which is not conducive to your recovery."

Hearing her voice, Yu Du slowly turned his head, gave her a faint smile, and then bowed in salute.

"Thank you for your love, my lady. I feel better today. After lying down for many days, my body is exhausted, so I want to go out for a walk to get some air..."

Xin Yi tilted his head disapprovingly.

"Go in and lie down."

Treating this kind of patient who has been brought back from hell, she doesn't take care of her body, she doesn't show any kindness.

Yu Du is also used to her overbearing.

"Yes. I would like to follow my lady's order..."

Xin Yi's tone was a little slow, "Go in, I'll ask someone to bring you some soft and delicious food."

After making arrangements for Yudu, Xin Yi went back to the second floor and leaned on the couch, ready to take a nap.Taoyu and Xiangling pulled up the tent for her, then retreated silently.

She was already sleepy while pregnant, and she didn't sleep well last night, so she fell asleep without knowing it.

When she was dimly conscious, she suddenly felt a slight knock on the window.

The approaching footsteps were so fast that she had no time to react, and a burst of cold air penetrated into the tent.

She hugged the quilt instinctively, "Who..."

A cold palm covered her mouth.

The man leaned down, staring at her with a cold face, "It's me."