I walk in the world of heaven

Chapter 500
As the blue stone liquid is continuously diluted, the effect of the medicine is also declining. At first, the goal of radically curing the disease has gradually become to stabilize the condition of the people and hang their lives as much as possible...

In the plot, there is indeed a scene of the plague raging after the flood, but with the help of Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, the plague was quickly brought under control and then disappeared. The people in Hangzhou should eat, drink, and celebrate festivals. A miserable situation like hell on earth.

Is the plague alienated, or the output of bluestone liquid has decreased?
The rich are bedridden in pain, using expensive medicinal materials to hold their breath, praying to God and Buddha to pray for God's mercy; poor people without money are even more miserable, and the weaker ones have long been wrapped in broken mats and thrown on the side of the road, waiting smell.

Xiao Zhi sighed, no matter how weird things are now, he can do it!
The skill of the hand that peels off the disease has long been integrated into the art of life and death. There is no limit to the number of times it can be used, but it consumes a lot of mana.As the saying goes, it is easy to kill, but difficult to save, and this skill cannot be activated by mana, only mana can work...

He propped up a booth on the Broken Bridge of West Lake.

I have seen this bridge beforehand. It is not big, but it is extremely strong.

Xiao Zhi thought twice, and set up an "In" sign on the left side of the bridge, and an "Out" sign on the right side. Considering that there are many illiterate people, he especially drew a cough under the "In" sign The appearance of the villain walking in, under the sign of "out", drew the appearance of a healthy person walking out, so as to prevent the patients from both sides attacking the booth and causing confusion...

He set up this booth.

The cool wind was blowing, and it was extremely cold. A few people with sick faces walked by without even looking at it...

Xiao Zhi understood that he didn't yell, he coughed and cleared his throat, and he didn't yell, but those people walked faster, as if they were coughing and spitting to kill, the scene was a bit embarrassing.He said loudly: "The new shop is open, and it specializes in treating all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, ten cents, any disease, one person only needs ten cents!!!"

Free things are the most expensive, and only a clearly marked price can reassure people.

The price of ten pennies, apart from the rich, is not expensive, on the contrary, it is very appropriate. Now it is the Song Dynasty, one penny can buy a hot big sesame seed cake on the street, and ten pennies can eat a bowl with meat in a small shop pasta!No matter how poor the people are, their families will have some copper coins ready. Even if they farm, they have to wait for the crops to be harvested in autumn before they can eat.

Those who have no money, except beggars, are almost dead...

Of course, the price is not negotiable. First the flood and then the plague, the people are miserable, and they really can’t pay ten cents. Xiao Zhi can reduce it according to his discretion...even exchange things, but it must not be free...

In the real world, he has seen too many bad things caused by free, both for businesses and customers.So I don't want to cause any dispute because of this kind of boring question.

After he yelled several times, a thin man in a long gown stopped in his tracks. His complexion was sallow, and he was a little unstable, as if he could be hung to the ground by any gust of wind.The thin man was about [-] years old. He looked at the signboard on the booth for a while, clasped his fists and said weakly: "Excuse me, can everything really be cured? Including this plague?"

When the cold wind came, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his throat, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, stood downwind and coughed violently, and returned to the booth when he recovered.

Xiao Zhi was taken aback by these small movements, and he smiled slightly: "The secret healing technique inherited from the ancestors will take effect immediately, but the body itself is weak and needs to be recuperated slowly..."

The thin man is a scholar. He came out of his hometown to catch up for the exam. When he passed by Hangzhou, he did not expect to encounter a terrible flood. Fortunately, he did not die in the flood, but he did not expect to be infected with the plague.

Some of the coils he brought out were lost in the flood, and some were used up for buying and eating these days. There was not much left. In order to survive, he planned to use up the last few copper coins, even if he ate bark and grass roots.If he died here, what would the brothers and sisters in the family do...

The scholar took out the copper coins from his damp pocket and counted them. There were eleven coins in total, and he handed them all to Xiao Zhi: "Excuse me."

Xiao Zhi took out one and wanted to return it to him.

Unexpectedly, the scholar raised his hand to refuse, and said with a wry smile: "The grace of saving lives is greater than the sky. Sir, he really cured the plague. This small copper coin is a small gratitude to Xiaosheng. If it can't be cured, a copper coin is nothing." It's better to leave it to Mr...."

He could see that Xiao Zhi was not a doctor, at least he was different from ordinary doctors. Maybe it was some capable person with a kind heart who was here to help the world, so he was called Mr.

Xiao Zhi did not insist on returning the copper coins, but took out a square bamboo basket and placed it sideways on the table, with the mouth facing the scholar, and then removed the bottom to make the two sides communicate, and then covered the frame with a large black cloth, and said, "Please come closer Bamboo basket, and cover your body with a black cloth."

The scholar doesn't know why, but he knows that this is a preparation for treatment. No matter how miserable it is, where can it go?
He carefully draped the black cloth over his body, and leaned against the bamboo basket: "Is that so?" Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank violently. It didn't hurt, but it was very uncomfortable, as if a hand had been stabbed into his abdomen. Keep digging and digging, all the internal organs are turned upside down.

It's this gentleman's hand, no wonder it needs to be covered with a bamboo basket and a black cloth...

The scholar was in great pain. With such a method, it must be that the monsters took advantage of the plague to come out and rip out the heart and soul. That's all, it should be like this, it's just suffering for the young and old in the family. How should I see my ancestors after my death?

Before he finished expressing his last words in his heart, he felt that hand was pulled out from his abdomen, and his whole body lightened, which made him retreat quickly and fumbled in his abdomen. To his shock, he found that there was no disembowelment at all, not even his clothes. A trace of damage...

Looking up, Xiao Zhi smiled and said, "The disease in the body has been eliminated, and there will be no risk of contracting the plague again in the next seven days..."

This, is this all right?
The scholar was extremely shocked. Even the medicinal soup from Baifu in Shuanghuafang, Cambridge was inferior to this effect. It took a few days for the medicinal soup to take effect after drinking it. Mr. Broken Bridge's medical skills are really...unimaginable.

He felt a little tired, but there was nothing unusual about him. You must know that when he came here, he was top-heavy, weak, his body was cold, his forehead was hot, and he just wanted to crash into the West Lake and drown...

His face that was originally sallow suddenly turned red. He clasped his fists and bowed a few times, feeling ashamed: "Mr. is really a god, with superb medical skills, which I have only seen in my life. Just after the treatment, Xiaosheng couldn't bear the pain, his mind was confused, and he even doubted Mister is a monster pretending to be an expert to eat people's hearts."

Is this... so sincere? Xiao Zhi was surprised again. Although it was a bit funny, this scholar gave him a good impression.

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