"Lao Luo, we are from the same village, you have to save him."

"Hansan Family, don't worry, I'll prescribe a few medicines and boil them first."

"Let's stay away. This disease may be contagious. The specific disease cannot be determined for the time being. Try not to move forward." Xiaolan's father is also for everyone's good.

Maybe it’s easy to pass one to ten, and ten to one hundred, that’s not completely over.

This is the first time I have seen this disease, and Xiaolan’s father is not sure about it.

The small rashes that are produced are different from ordinary people, and there is a big difference.

Shape, color, and size are something I haven't encountered before.

Not long after, a bowl of medicine was boiled.

It's dark, smelling bad, and makes people vomit.

Good medicine is bitter.

All herbs cooked have a great taste.

Hard to swallow.

Sometimes I really have to squeeze my nose and drink it.

Xiaolan's father fed the medicine himself.

After feeding, he must observe and do his job as a doctor.

"Vomit, vape, wow!" Han San's wife vomited for no reason.

"Three wife, are you pregnant? Why are you vomiting?"

"What's the pregnancy? After Han San's wife gave birth to a girl, she hasn't been pregnant for ten years. She probably has a life of a family."

Will this guy speak?

Please shut up if you don't know.

Why is it so damaged?

It’s a family to have a daughter.

Yes, no matter where you don’t have a son, you will be a family.

It's very unpleasant.

Unless on Earth, everyone is proud of having a daughter and is extremely happy.

How can I say this thing? It's hard to comment.

Everyone has different experiences, different horizons, and different levels of thought. Whether in the ancient martial arts world, the fairy world, or the god world, Han San is called a terrible family.

Most people were talking secretly, and this guy said it directly on his face.

How unethical.

"What's wrong. Look at the third daughter-in-law, you start to tremble and roll your eyes."

"Lying down and rolling around, hurry up, Lao Luo is not doing well."

Being contagious.

Intimate contact will lead to infection.

And the symptoms are very strong.

Xiaolan's father boiled the medicine again and poured it on.

In the morning, the yard was full of people.

There are no less than a dozen people who were caught in Murakami.

If everyone is not aware of prevention, the number of people will inevitably be more than this.

There will definitely be someone coming in the afternoon.

This is nothing, you can treat it if you have any illness.

As a result, the medicine Xiaolan’s father gave was useless.

It’s not that his medical skills are not good, but that it’s the first time he encountered such a strange disease, which takes some time to verify it.

Every new disease comes out and needs to be tried and made a little breakthrough.

It is impossible to prescribe the right medicine at once.

The worst thing is... Xiaolan's father also lay down in the evening.

Infected.

I had originally expected him to be alone, but now I can't even do it. What should I do?

The small mountain village is not big, and I didn’t expect such a disaster to happen.

This is something that everyone doesn't want to see.

"Brother Bufan, what should I do?" Xiaolan was anxious, and fragrant sweat blew on her white forehead.

"My father is unconscious, there will be no accident."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look." Chen Bufan put one hand on.

Before he could contact him, he was grabbed by Xiaolan.

"Brother Bufan, my father may be transmitted to you."

"No obstacle, I am a cultivator, probably not." Chen Bufan smiled slightly and gave the other party a look of peace of mind.

The divine aura slowly entered Xiaolan's body, like a clear stream, neither too fast nor too slow.

For an ordinary person, you have to be careful.

Their meridians are too fragile, and if they burst, they will be finished.

It would be miserable if you didn't die from illness and were killed by your own people.

Chen Bufan used the spirit of the gods to explore it, but his mind was communicated with the sword spirit.

"Sword Spirit, have you seen this disease? How to solve it?"

If you have ready-made consultation, you don’t need to do it in vain.

What's more, the drugs in the divine realm are called and characterized by different characteristics from previous cognitions.

Even if Chen Bufan knew how to treat it and wrote the prescription, no one in the divine world knew about it.

Just like the language of the two worlds is not accessible, you know what you are saying, but others don’t understand.

With the sword spirit here, just ask it directly and finish it.

"Master Sword Master, just use the spirit of the gods to sort out his body." The sword spirit responded without any emotion.

"I understand this, but the number of infections is currently unknown and is increasing. Should I go sorting out one by one?" Chen Bufan asked back.

"Isn't it unrealistic? It's too troublesome?"

"Is there any other way?" Chen Bufan asked several times.

"Yes, I'll give Lord Sword Master a universal recipe."

The so-called universal is a unified prescription, and infectious diseases can have an effect.

Have some therapeutic effects.

The memory recovery of sword spirit is all small scenes.

It can't be even smaller.

Sprinkle water.

A simple batch.

"good."

After a while, Chen Bufan received the information.

"Xiaolan, go and get me a pen and ink."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll write a prescription."

"Brother Bufan knows medical skills?" Xiaolan said in surprise.

"I understand a little bit." Chen Bufan said modestly.

"Really?"

"What do you lie to you, go quickly."

"good."

Chen Bufan took the pen and ink and wrote down nearly ten kinds of medicinal materials.
To be continued...