Flocculation Disease

Author: Yueting A Cup of Wine

Flocculation Disease

Two strong men carried the stretcher, flying with flying steps, splashing puddles on the ground, and rushed into Ma Xinghua's yard like a charge. They shouted urgently: "Doctor Ma! Brother Chang has a cough. He's going to die!"

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There was a commotion in the yard. This roar seemed to make Tianyun cry again, and the drizzle fell again. Before Du Queer could pick up her skirt and run to inform Ma Xinghua, Ma Jiaju's huge figure immediately walked to Chang Liang's stretcher.

He picked up the stretcher with one hand and rushed directly into the second courtyard. Everyone followed anxiously.

Luo Xuanyi walked through the door slowly and followed without noticing anyone else. After turning a few corridors, she smelled the aroma of medicine.

They are all the lowest grade spiritual herbs, with Wu Ling Moss as the main ingredient, Mysterious Flower as the supplement, and a few ordinary herbs added. This medicine is used to ventilate the air and restore the spirit. Luo Xuanyi took a casual sniff and identified the ingredients of the medicine.

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Ma Xinghua, a semi-immortal and semi-mortal person in medicine, is quite interesting.

Following the scent of medicine, Luo Xuanyi walked into one of the rooms and saw everyone squatting nervously by the wall, watching Ma Xinghua give Chang Liang an emergency acupuncture on the stretcher. No one noticed Luo Xuanyi who was leaning against the door.

Ma Xinghua applied the acupuncture without any hesitation. The golden needles in her hands were as slender as hair, her hands were flying, the stretcher was purple, and the "whoosh" in her throat was always bright, she looked like a painting. Just looking at it

You can immediately think of how many people she has saved with these hands.

A few needles pricked Chang Liang's chest. Ma Xinghua turned around and picked up a bamboo tube, opened Chang Liang's mouth with one hand, and poured it with his backhand. The dark green liquid rolled into his throat without leaking. Ma Xinghua made sure he swallowed it.

Quickly pull out the needle and calmly take two steps away.

"Ahem! Ugh!"

Chang Liang, who was on the stretcher, suddenly sat up and coughed. Green veins burst out from his fists. Suddenly, there was a greasy and disgusting feeling in his mouth. Before he opened his mouth to speak, a ball of white shadow shot out from his mouth, narrowly flying past Luo Xuanyi.

Sideways, shot through the door for dozens of steps before landing on the ground.

Luo Xuanyi glanced away, and the white shadow on the ground turned out to be a ball of cotton wool, snow-white and soft.

After coughing up cotton wool, Chang Liang's face finally stopped turning purple, but was still white all over. He was so weak that he lay back on the stretcher, murmuring on his lips as if he wanted to say thank you, but was unable to fall asleep.

The two strong men who carried him looked at Ma Xinghua's face and finally stood up with a sigh of relief. The faces of the two were very similar, and one of them looked smaller and said: "Doctor Ma, Brother Chang also has the same disease as my father.

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The father he was talking about was the old man He who was coughing in the flower wall that Luo Xuanyi heard earlier. Ma Xinghua sighed: "The cough is like catkins, occupying the lungs, and breathing is not smooth. It is indeed the same symptoms as Old He."

The two men looked at each other with gloomy expressions. Seeing this, Ma Xinghua quickly expressed relief: "Although I haven't found a radical cure for this disease, it is still possible to survive with medicine. As long as you give me enough time, I will definitely cure it."

Good luck to Mr. He and Chang Liang."

"I'm afraid there will be more and more patients with this disease." The younger man thought further.

Ma Xinghua put away the golden needle. She looked at Chang Liang who was breathing weakly on the stretcher and said firmly: "I will definitely find out the root cause of the disease."

"Then Asong and I will stay here and help you take care of Dad and Brother Chang." The big man suddenly said, "Just leave these trivial matters to us brothers."

Ma Xinghua shook his head, but his expression became more relaxed: "We have Jiaju and Que'er here to help, so we have enough manpower. And let's not talk about Asong, Ashen, except for hunting, it's hard for you to cook rice without burning it."

He Zhen scratched his head. He looked simple and honest, but there was a ferocious scar on his face that crossed his nose and one corner of his lip, which added a bit of anger. He Song, who was more bookish than him, smiled and said: "Brother

Before I became the team leader, he had to eat rice crackers when it was his turn to cook, which made me chip a tooth. Let’s forget about taking care of people. Let’s collect more elixirs that can be used to treat crocodile disease.

serious."

"Yes." Ma Xinghua nodded, found a piece of paper, wrote down a few lines, and handed the paper to He Song, "Uncle He was the only one who could use the medicine before, but now I'm afraid we need to organize a team of people to collect herbs."

"You brothers are in charge of the specific formation and selection of troops on the mountain. Take a look."

He Song could read and was a clerk before he was selected as a drummer. He took a few glances and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they are all first-grade spiritual herbs. It is not dangerous to collect them. The growth range of these spiritual herbs has been recorded on the map.

Yes, but it’s spread out over a wider area, so I’m afraid we’ll need to divide it into two teams to collect it. I’ll arrange some manpower to go there right now.”

Ma Xinghua instructed: "These two teams need to register their names in the household registration. If they collect spiritual grass, they will not be able to earn money for their families. In the future, they will come to me to collect money. Don't lose money to the folks."

He Song agreed and left with He Zhen. Ma Jiaju carried Chang Liang on a stretcher and moved him to the house next to the flower wall.

Ma Xinghua finally relaxed and swayed. Suddenly he realized that Luo Xuanyi was still there. He immediately held his hand on the short cabinet beside him and gave Luo Xuanyi a forced smile: "I made you laugh."

"It's nothing," Luo Xuanyi skillfully showed concern. With a flick of her fingertips, the white catkins on the ground floated up and landed in front of Ma Xinghua, "This is a test... if the patient coughs up something, don't put it away."

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Staring at the ball of white catkins, Ma Xinghua took a deep breath, took out a wooden box and opened the lid. Luo Xuanyi put the white catkins into the wooden box. Seeing Ma Xinghua put away the wooden box, she immediately turned around and started thinking.

She examined the white cotton wool with her death energy. It looked like ordinary cotton wool, but the roots contained a large amount of life essence, ready to move, and there was also a strange aura surging faintly.

There must be something weird about this disease.

"...Xuanyi?" Ma Xinghua's voice brought back Luo Xuanyi's thoughts, with a hint of hope in her eyes, "You are an alchemist, have you seen anything?"

This is not within the scope of Luo Xuanyi's business. She looked regretful: "I have never seen this kind of disease. What's more, we cultivators, blessed by God, are free from all diseases. I really don't know how to cure it."

Ma Xinghua couldn't find any flaw in what he said. Even if Luo Xuanyi saw that there was something strange about this matter, as long as it didn't hinder her from collecting materials to refine the formation flag. Even if the situation got serious, it wouldn't be too late for her to take action when the time came, so she took action now.

Not much benefit.

The two of them had nothing to talk about if they continued like this. Ma Xinghua went back to the house and continued to dig out the medical classics to study, but Luo Xuanyi turned around and walked out of the yard and returned to the street.

The main street was wide, and she looked up at the twelve towering mountains shrouded in mist.

Could the strange disease be related to these twelve mysterious mountains?

Regardless of whether they are related or not, Luo Xuanyi is still interested in them. She couldn't find a way to explore the situation in the mountains before, but now, she has a clue.

He casually took a step towards the green mountain. The rain sluggishly stagnated, and then he fell over, as if nothing had happened. However, Luo Xuanyi was already standing in front of the green mountain.

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