Traveling through time and space: Medical skills travel the world

"Everyone, come on, I have something to say!" Doctor Zhang stood at the entrance of the village and waved hastily. The surrounding villagers gathered around him, expressing their anger and anxiety. Although Doctor Zhang's voice was sonorous, it was filled with helplessness.

Aunt Li hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, tears in her eyes: "Doctor Zhang, everyone in the village is sick, especially the children... What do you think we should do?"

Doctor Zhang sighed, his eyes firm: "I know everyone is scared, but panicking won't help. We must unite and deal with it together. First of all, everyone should pay attention to hygiene and eat a lighter diet."

"But how can we have the energy to cook?" Liu Ergou complained in a low voice, holding a skinny radish he had just dug out from the field. "I have been very sick these days and can't even eat a bite of food!"

"Yes, many people's fevers have subsided. There is no manpower in the village to go to the fields anymore." Granny Wang next to her interrupted, her voice full of deep anxiety, "My grandson has a high fever and it won't go away. He even has trouble drinking water. Doctor Zhang, do you have any medicine to treat it?"

Doctor Zhang frowned. He felt the severity of the situation. Medicinal materials were scarce, and even the honeysuckle, which was said to be able to clear away heat and detoxify, was almost used up. "I will try my best to find medicine that can cure this disease. However, if you add or subtract medicinal materials at will when I prescribe, it may aggravate the condition."

"So how can we reverse this situation?" Aunt Li sighed weakly, her voice full of fatigue. "Look, several people in this village have died. Who would dare to look for herbs?"

"I understand how you feel, but now is the time for us to unite." Doctor Zhang said firmly, and the light in his eyes seemed to infect the people around him. "I will send people to the neighboring villages to seek help. If there are herbs or doctors coming, we must not give up any hope!"

The noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and the villagers looked at each other, and the fear on their faces seemed to be slightly relieved. Old Master Zhang clenched his fists and looked energetic: "Old Xu, did you hear me? Go and prepare the horses! Send someone to the neighboring village to seek medical treatment!"

"Yes!" Old Xu responded immediately and continued to run around the village. The villagers finally calmed down a little. They understood that as long as there was hope, they should not give up.

A few days later, the village was still shrouded in gloom, and the continuous rain seemed to be infected by the plague, becoming cold and biting. Every evening, the villagers gathered together, maintaining a glimmer of warm hope.

"Doctor Zhang, why haven't the herbs from the neighboring village been delivered yet?" Ever since Doctor Zhang sent people, the villagers have become increasingly anxious, and there has been no further confirmation of the news that has been circulating.

"I'll go look for them right away." Doctor Zhang nodded and turned to go to the town. This situation made him feel even more depressed. Along the way, he saw many people in the neighboring villages also had sad faces, as if the plague had already spread everywhere.

The mayor stopped him and said anxiously, "You have to be careful. Some people say that this plague was brought from other places and is highly contagious. I don't even dare to let the villagers leave the village!"

"I understand. That's why the task of seeking help is even more urgent!" Doctor Zhang responded. He took a deep breath, waved goodbye to the mayor, and continued to move forward, silently reciting his determination to rescue the villagers.

Finally, Doctor Zhang found some herbs that could cure the disease in a simple little pharmacy, and he was delighted. "Although the quantity is not much, I will send it back to the village for use first."

His determination made the villagers no longer fearful, although the shortage of technology and medicines was still a huge challenge. When he returned to the village, the aroma of medicine filled the air and the villagers flocked to him.

"Doctor Zhang, has the medicine arrived?" Aunt Li asked excitedly, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"These herbs can relieve some of the symptoms, but we must not wait for a miracle. We must start with ourselves and pay attention to protection." Doctor Zhang warned earnestly and then began to distribute the medicine.

The villagers took immediate action, carrying the torch of hope, and saw a glimmer of life in this arduous battle against the plague. Although the economy is limited, we can always overcome difficulties by working together.

"Chen Fang, this place is really suitable for growing medicinal herbs! I always think you are a genius!" Xiaoli trotted to the medicinal field, waving the bucket in her hand excitedly.

"Not at all, Xiaoli. I just happen to know a little bit." Chen Fang smiled slightly and continued to sort the herbs. "Will you help?"

"Of course!" Xiaoli immediately put down the bucket, squatted down, and carefully sorted the herbs with Chen Fang. "What disease do you think this herb can cure?"

"This is a kind of Coptis chinensis, which can clear away heat and detoxify, and is especially effective for skin diseases." Chen Fang said seriously, with a gleam in her eyes, "We have to plant more of it, so that villagers can come here to get medicine when they are sick in the future."

Xiaoli gave a thumbs up and said, "You are amazing. You can think of these things! I only know how to grow some common vegetables and have no idea about the uses of medicinal herbs."

"As long as you study hard, you will eventually become familiar with it." Chen Fang encouraged gently, her eyes sweeping across the greenery of the medicinal field, her heart filled with hope, "We can find some more villagers to grow it together, which will not only increase the yield, but also allow everyone to understand the use of these medicinal herbs."

As he was speaking, the village chief, Uncle Li, came walking towards him unsteadily, his brows furrowed, as if he was worried about something.

"Uncle Li, why are you here?" Chen Fang stood up and asked with concern.

"Hey, Chen Fang, I heard you started growing medicinal herbs?" Uncle Li sighed and sat on a rock. "But no matter how well you grow the herbs, the patients in the village may not be able to get treatment."

"Uncle Li, are you saying there are too many patients?" Xiao Li came over quickly, "Are there some infectious diseases spreading now?"

"Yes, several elderly people have had high fevers in the past few days, and the village doctors are at a loss." Uncle Li said in a heavy tone, looking into the distance, "We can invite some doctors from other places, but everyone doesn't have enough money."

"I will go and see their situation, maybe I can use the herbs we grow to help them." Chen Fang caught Uncle Li's words and thought secretly in her heart. She thought of several special Chinese medicines that might be able to help the old man's condition.

"Then be careful and don't go too far." Uncle Li sighed, "I'm old and can't move anymore. I can only rely on you young people."

"Don't worry, Uncle Li, I will." Chen Fang nodded firmly, "Xiao Li, come with me and see if there are any herbs that can help."

"Okay!" Xiaoli responded immediately, with excitement on her face.

After a short preparation, Chen Fang and Xiao Li began their visit. On the way, they discussed the effects and formulas of medicinal materials with great enthusiasm. Along the way, people in the village looked up at their backs, perhaps in anticipation or curiosity.

Outside a small room, they heard a few faint coughs. Chen Fang frowned, opened the door, and saw several elderly people curled up on simple beds, their faces pale and their eyes weak.

"Hello, I'm Chen Fang, from the nearby medicinal field." She introduced herself with a smile, then her expression became serious, "I heard that you are sick and need help."

Several elderly people looked up, and one of them, a white-haired old woman, spoke slowly: "Little girl, we have no money. If you want medicine, please help yourself."

"No, that's not the case." Chen Fang waved her hand, a caring look in her eyes, "I'm here to help you. Our herbs are all free. You just need to tell me your symptoms and I'll find a way."

Xiaoli stood aside, feeling touched, "Chen Fang, you are so kind."

"What patients need is not money, but hope." Chen Fang smiled and looked determined. She began to ask the elderly about their specific conditions, wrote down their symptoms, and suggested that they use several local herbs to prepare medicine.

"Thank you, girl." Tears sparkled in the old woman's eyes, and her voice was filled with gratitude. "We were almost in despair. We didn't expect that there would be such a young person who cared about us today."

Listening to these trivial and simple words of thanks, Chen Fang was filled with joy. She knew that these small efforts, though insignificant, could bring about earth-shaking changes.