Jun Jiuling

In the early morning, the mist of Guanghua Temple is steaming, there are no pilgrims flocking to it, and there are no monks ringing the bell in the morning class. It looks ethereal like a fairyland.

People standing in it have the feeling of not knowing where they are for a while, and also have a feeling of being in the air.

A bitter cry broke the silence, the cry was sharp, as if being tortured, and it made people feel hairy.

Chen Qixiu's feeling disappeared instantly.

"It's started again." He said to himself, "Wonderland has become hell."

After this cry started, there were successive cries, the howling of the older children, and the screams of the children instantly enveloped the entire Guanghua Temple. Chen Qi, who had been listening to it for several days, still couldn't stand it and hurriedly stuffed it with a cloth ball. Close your ears.

The voice in the apse was even louder, and not only the children were crying, but the adults were also crying.

Three children of different ages were lying on the three beds in the room. Although there were only three children, there were more than a dozen people standing in the room, which seemed crowded and cramped.

There were four or five people standing in front of each bed, three were holding the child, and two doctors were busy.

There was a strong smell of medicine and alcohol in the room.

Miss Jun was also among them, covering her mouth and nose, and wiping the child's wound with a piece of cotton cloth with concentration. On the other side was a doctor who was also doing the same thing. There was a medicine bowl beside them. It contained a dark medicinal juice, which also exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

Every time the cotton cloth dipped in the medicinal juice fell on the sore surface, the cry of the child who was held down would rise, and the body would twist violently. The three adults could hardly hold it down, which shows how severe the pain is.

"It's not cured, it's not cured."

Finally, a woman's broken cry sounded in the room. She frantically pushed away the doctor surrounding the bed, rushed over and hugged the child tightly and cried loudly.

"We can't cure it. For such a crime, it's better to die."

Miss Jun was pushed aside, and another doctor stood aside. No one said anything but looked at the woman.

This is not the first time this has happened.

The crying on this side did not affect the other two beds. Although the family members on the other side were already in tears, they gritted their teeth and pressed their children tightly. Ruthlessly rubbed the cotton wool on the sore surface of the child, crying louder than louder.

Amidst the crying, the woman beside the bed gradually exhausted her strength. She looked at the child in her arms who was breathing rapidly with his mouth open, and at the sores on his body that were swollen and pus-filled. With red hair and black hair, he could no longer see his original face.

The woman reached out to caress the child's face.

Although acne mostly occurs on children, adults can also be infected, but it is not so serious. In addition, the acne is terrible, and other than my parents, I really dare not approach it. Not to mention such face-to-face touching.

The child suffered from acne, and even the family members were afraid to retreat. No doctor was willing to see him, so he could only be trapped in a room waiting to die.

Now someone has treated him, and someone is willing to give it a try.

The woman wiped her tears with her hand and sat up straight, pressing the child's shoulder.

"Okay, doctor, please." She said hoarsely.

The two men standing away also stepped forward and held down the child again. The child was already familiar with this action, and immediately howled.

A child is a child, who does not understand the pain of life and the sorrow of death.

Miss Jun and the doctor did not speak and continued to repeat the previous actions.

Compared with howling ghosts and wolves here is like purgatory, the other row of rooms is quieter, but it is not easy.

"Sanniu, drink quickly, keep drinking." A woman supported a half-grown child with her eyes closed, crying and urging, and handed the medicine bowl in her hand to his mouth.

The child was motionless.

"Mother, pour it down." The man next to him said.

The woman lifted the child up a little more, and poured the medicine bowl into it. The child swallowed consciously, but after all, he lacked strength and convulsed from being choked.

The woman cried even more.

The doctor came over and looked at the medicine bowls on display.

"After an hour, then continue the medicine." He reminded, taking out a bowl. Unlike the crying room over there, there is no strong smell of alcohol, but a hint of sweetness.

There is honey in this medicine bowl.

The doctor dipped a cotton cloth in honey and wiped it on the sore surface of the child. This did not cause the child to cry, because the stimulation of the honey was very weak, or because the child here was dying and unconscious. up.

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"Physician Jiang, didn't you hear that Guanghua Temple is like the prison of Fusi in Beizhen, it's horrible." An imperial doctor said with dissatisfaction and sympathy.

"The people at the foot of the mountain were all scared away, and they all had nightmares after hearing it." The other also said.

"Does it have to be so scary to cure an acne?" Jiang Youshu frowned and said, "How did she cure it?"

The doctors looked at each other.

"How else can it be cured, honey and hemp method, she has to go away with so much honey and cohosh, so it's natural to use it like this." An imperial physician said.

"I ordered a lot of wine." Another imperial doctor added.

"Wine is used to drive away evil spirits." Another imperial doctor said.

Liquor, white ash, etc. are often used here, and burying dead patients to prevent the spread of disease is also commonly used by them.

Everyone nods.

"Are there a lot of people who died?" Jiang Youshu asked, noticing this.

"It should be quite a lot." An imperial physician said.

Jiang Youshu frowned.

"What do you mean should be?" He asked, thinking of what the imperial physician said before, "How about hearing what happened in Guanghua Temple?" "Didn't you go see it with your own eyes?"

The imperial physicians looked at each other with embarrassing expressions.

"My lord, you don't know yet," they said.

Ever since Miss Jun provoked Jin Yiwei to come to Tai Hospital to make a fuss that day, although Jiang Youshu refused to let everyone file a complaint, he took sick leave and went home to rest for two days.

In this way, it is also evidence when it is mentioned in the future, and it seems to be forbearing and evasive.

"Lu Qianhu is also in Guanghua Temple, and no one else is allowed to enter or leave." An imperial doctor said, "Even the car that we deliver the medicinal materials is not allowed to enter. Some of them come out to pick up the car."

So they can only guess what is going on in the temple by listening.

Did Lu Yunqi take someone over there? Jiang Youshu frowned, is he so free?

Of course he didn't have such a free time, he closed it and strictly prohibited it, and the outside didn't know the specific situation inside, so he could add it at will when the crime was judged in the future, this is indeed Jin Yiwei's consistent style.

Jiang Youshu nodded, it must be so.

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"Miss, sit down quickly, the water is about to boil, you have something to eat first."

Liu Er hurriedly said back and forth around Miss Jun.

Miss Jun was indeed tired, so she sat down on the futon in the porch.

Liu'er went to bring another bowl of ginseng soup.

"Is this ours or..." Miss Jun asked.

Liu Er giggled.

"Of course it's from the Tai Hospital." She said, "The emperor said that the medicinal materials can be used casually, so Chen Qi ordered some ginseng and deer antler by the way, so that the ladies and doctors can replenish their bodies. Chen Qi said that this is also a cure."

Miss Jun smiled. She suddenly smiled and looked in one direction. Liu'er also looked over and immediately pulled her face down.

Lu Yunqi stood under the small hanging flower door, and he was looking at Miss Jun with his hands behind his back.

"This person is really annoying, why are you here again?" Liu Er said.

"Didn't he say that Guanghua Temple was under the emperor's order?" Miss Jun said as she lowered her eyes and drank the ginseng soup slowly, her brows still frowning.

This person is really haunted.

That day, one action and one sentence by myself had such a great effect.

The big ones are annoying.

Sometimes she can't control her temper and wants to yell at him, don't look at me with that look.

The sight that fell on her body suddenly moved away, and at the same time there was the sound of footsteps, Miss Jun looked up, and saw that Lu Yunqi seemed to have been knocked a few steps away, and stood in the yard, and another person stood under the hanging flower door.

Zhu Zan.

Why is he here?

Looking at him, Miss Jun couldn't help but smile.

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The method of treating acne in ancient times comes from the records in Ge Hong's "Rescue the Soldier Behind the Elbow" in the Jin Dynasty.